<?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-1780464157400753511</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:07:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something better</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5527461012481161802</id><published>2008-12-14T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:36:13.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE UP MY MIND!</title><content type='html'>New BLOG: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;kikaykalaykay.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! The name came from the pet name my father used to call me when I was little. There was actually an EVOLUTION in my nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaye&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikay&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalaykay&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalayks&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikay Kalaykay&lt;/span&gt; and back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kikay Kalaykay was the longest nickname I've ever known. And it belongs to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really REALLY don't want this to be the last entry. I don't know. It's hard to let go. Sniff. Hahaha. What the heck, I'm still excited to use my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail me at karengonzales15@yahoo.com for.. uhm.. whatever you'd like to say. BYEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5527461012481161802?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5527461012481161802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5527461012481161802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5527461012481161802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5527461012481161802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-made-up-my-mind.html' title='I MADE UP MY MIND!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4633022601169936679</id><published>2008-12-14T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:05:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a nomad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I created my &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com"&gt;Tmblr &lt;/a&gt;account already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to LEAVE Blogger. I know. I'm sad, too. But I really want a change. I've used tons of other blog hosts before I finally settled to Blogger. It's so easy to use and I love that I can change my templates whenever I want. Plus, there are thousands of designs to choose from on &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;BlogSkins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change and Music. Two reasons. I can't always embed different music players on my blog. I want uniformity. Hehe. Tumblr's user-friendly also. Don't worry. I won't delete this blog. It would kill me if I did. Too many memories. They don't deserve to be trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect more photos, music and rants on my new Tumblelog. I'll post the link as soon as I figure out a really nice and appropriate URL. I could change&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the URL anytime and as often as I want. Not a good thing though because it'd be harder for my avid readers (i.e. my MOM) to find my site. Wee-wolf is very unique and I don't think "KINALAYKAY" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to rake&lt;/span&gt;) will beat that. I could use Kalayks, sure. I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, this won't be the last post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4633022601169936679?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4633022601169936679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4633022601169936679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4633022601169936679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4633022601169936679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-nomad.html' title='i am a nomad.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-431160083091122671</id><published>2008-12-13T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:40:56.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready? Go!</title><content type='html'>Tired but happy. Commerce Celebrity Duets (Professor-Student version). Medicine Auditorium. Sir Anthony Altarejos, Finance professor. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impress&lt;/span&gt;ive!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw hurts. Laughed a lot. UST looks sooo Christmas-y! Lots of lights. I love it very very much! I couldn't take a picture on my camera phone because it doesn't take pictures nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deciding whether to move to another BLOG HOST or stay with BLOGGER. I've been using Blogger for years but I want a change. Also, I want to directly upload music files on my blog instead of using &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/"&gt;online playlists&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options: Tumblr, Weebly and Blog.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw&lt;a href="http://katyperry.tumblr.com/"&gt; Katy Perry's blog&lt;/a&gt; and found it really cute. I went blog-hopping and proved that Tumbr's probably the best choice. I also searched for Tumblr themes and liked the simplicity. I'm going to miss this blog though. I'll update you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-431160083091122671?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/431160083091122671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=431160083091122671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/431160083091122671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/431160083091122671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/ready-go.html' title='Ready? Go!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5106527688007633915</id><published>2008-12-10T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:08:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As you wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/ST-GlraZcNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1XySu2w7K3I/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/ST-GlraZcNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1XySu2w7K3I/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278085270168236242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this film! It's so low budgeted and romantic and old and extremely funny and I love that the male lead character's name is Westley, which has a slightly different spelling from my Wesley but still, I love it. Haha. (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Wesley? Really? Hahahaha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I've become so used to watching movies with visual effects created with the help of computer technology and the props carefully thought of and delicately made. In The Princess Bride, the fight scene between Westley (*Eeeeeh!*) and Inigo Montoya was shot at a studio decorated with painted cardboards and boulder paper maches which were supposed to make the set look like a ruined structure near a cliff. Haha. And the ROUSes (Rodents of Unusual Size) were scary- but funny-looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Cary Elwes, the lead actor. He's so gorgey. Haha! I realized that he's the same guy who played Robin Hood in Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993), which is one of the super funniest movies ever made!! Robin Wright Penn who played Buttercup, aka The Princess Bride, is so pretty. They were perfect on screen. I love all the characters! They weren't trying hard to be comical. Inigo and Fezzik the Giant are definitely my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inigo Montoya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fezzik:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inigo Montoya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Probably he means no *harm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fezzik: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's really very short on *charm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inigo Montoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;: You have a great gift for rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fezzik:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Yes, yes, some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vizzini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inigo Montoya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fezzik:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; If there are, we all be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vizzini: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more rhyming now, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fezzik:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Anybody want a peanut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vizzini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; DYEEAAHHHHHH.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. This film isn't all about the mushy stuff. Although there were a few kilig moments which, you are not mistaken, made me say "Awwww" fifty times, guys would love the action and the comedy. I'll make sure my 9-year-old sister sees this! I wish I did when I was younger. Go to your favorite video rental store or buy it on DVD or Betamax or VHS or download it on the Internet and check out this amazing film if you don't mind watching a movie with old-school effects. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/span&gt; [voiceover] Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttercup:&lt;/span&gt; Farm boy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westley:&lt;/span&gt; As you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/span&gt; [voiceover] "As you wish" was all he ever said to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttercup:&lt;/span&gt; Farm boy, fill these with water - please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westley:&lt;/span&gt; As you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/span&gt; [voiceover] That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish", what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5106527688007633915?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5106527688007633915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5106527688007633915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5106527688007633915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5106527688007633915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-you-wish.html' title='As you wish...'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/ST-GlraZcNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1XySu2w7K3I/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1906375988965119492</id><published>2008-12-07T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:28:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ethics.</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed watching Extreme Measures. Sir Cortez mentioned it in our Business Ethics class. I was intrigued and curious so I looked at Papa's DVD collection and found it, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant and Gene Hackman play doctors. The ethical issue arises when Dr. Myrick (Hackman) performs spinal experiments on homeless people in order to find a cure for paralysis. Do you consider it morally right to do a medical research and use people as "lab rats" when, as a doctor, you think that there's a great potential that you could find the antidote to an illness that will benefit the whole society and make uncomfortable lives better? What difference does it make if you take away a person who has no family, no money, no food, no shelter and has absolutely no valuable contribution to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie makes you come up with tons of questions. Sometimes it's hard to think of the right answer because you don't know where to base the moral integrity of it. Euthanasia, or mercy killing, is allowed in Switzerland, but is illegal in other parts of the world. Who dictates the rightness or wrongness of the practice? Is it the Bible? Lawmakers? Majority of the people? Medicine is susceptible to these kinds of ethical issues. It's a tough field with numerous tough dilemmas. I can't imagine how crucial it is for doctors to make decisions because with one mistake, their whole career and a person's precious life will be put at stake. There's always an issue between making a medical and a moral choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to love my Business Ethics class. The discussions are very interesting and I can't wait for Sir Cortez to mention another movie. I love watching films and I'm a fan . Go see Extreme Measures and take a stand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those men upstairs, maybe there isn't much point to their lives. Maybe they are doing a great thing for the world. Maybe they are heroes. But they didn't choose to be. You chose for them... And you can't do that, because you're a doctor, and you took an oath. An you're not God. So I don't care if you can do what you say you can. I don't care if you find a cure for every disease on the planet! You tortured and murdered those men upstairs, and that makes you a disgrace to your profession!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dr. Guy Luthan (Hugh Grant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1906375988965119492?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1906375988965119492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1906375988965119492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1906375988965119492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1906375988965119492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/ethics.html' title='ethics.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8820803561825220823</id><published>2008-12-07T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:07:46.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry + melon shake</title><content type='html'>It feels really nice not to think about school on a Sunday night. Tomorrow's the celebration of the Immaculate Conception. No classes---in all Catholic schools, at least. It's great to take a day off from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done nothing important today. I ate A LOT, that's what I did. It doesn't help. I lose self-control when it comes to food. I wonder how much time I have left before I weigh 200 pounds. I have to have those Fergie abs now! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8820803561825220823?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8820803561825220823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8820803561825220823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8820803561825220823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8820803561825220823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/strawberry-melon-shake.html' title='strawberry + melon shake'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4057810588415233450</id><published>2008-12-04T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:20:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break-even.</title><content type='html'>I love the weather! It's raining and very cold. Reminds me of Forks and Edward Cullen. Wahaha. Okay, okay. I absolutely need to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a perfect score on my CapMar test! Wuhooo! BUT, I didn't do so well on my IE210 quiz. In fact, I got a really, really low grade. Kailangan talagang may balance? Haha. Still, I'm happy... and sleepy. This is why I love the rain. But I have tons of stuff to do. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep first. Hehehehehe! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4057810588415233450?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4057810588415233450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4057810588415233450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4057810588415233450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4057810588415233450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-even.html' title='break-even.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1108576037354223235</id><published>2008-12-03T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:29:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC keeps me SANE.</title><content type='html'>Before the musicalities, kwento ko muna yung tungkol sa weekend kong masaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my 3-day "vacation" at home. After my Saturday class, I quickly hopped into a cab and took the 1pm bus trip to Dagupan. I was extremely excited! I bummed around for three whole days. I watched DVDs with my brothers and my sister, finished reading Eclipse, listened to music, ate a lot of chocolates, watched more TV and took some crazy I'm-a-vampire-and-I'm-going-to-bite-you photos with Khrystian and my little sister Kiara (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. I'm still not over the Twi fever&lt;/span&gt;). It was GREAT! I can't wait to do it again this Christmas break. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I listened to a lot of random songs on my phone this weekend. Most of them were the songs I kept ignoring for so long. Ignore as in, e.g. when Panu Na Kaya (by Bugoy from the PDA Season 2) starts to play, I'll keep pushing the Forward button until I find Single Ladies by Beyonce. I only keep Bugoy's single on my phone for Khrystian's sake because he seems to think that it perfectly describes his "love dilemma". Pffft. Teenagers. Haha. Anyway, the other songs I played are my favorites, those I keep putting on almost all my playlists. If you're in a 5-hour trip on a bus, with nothing else to do but sit, sleep and watch crappy movies on the TV, MUSIC will keep you sane. Trust me. And that's exactly the reason why I keep the 320+ songs on my phone's memory card. The songs I pick depend on my mood, really. So kahit na anong genre, okay lang sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the songs I played over the weekend and are DEFINITELY worth listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muse:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/span&gt; - This song has been my alarm ringtone for weeks because I love the intensity at the beginning of the song! It was actually love at first hearing. I love the vibe it gives when you blast the volume of your speakers. It refuels my energy. Plus, it's the song playing in the background during the baseball scene, which is one of my favorite parts from the Twilight movie! I also dig the video. I think the concept was "Jabbawockeez give up dancing and turn into rock stars". Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;/span&gt; - Natutuwa ako sa kantang 'to! The chorus goes: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's only ONE thing TWO do, THREE words FOUR you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;" Super cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston - &lt;/span&gt;The song I have never deleted since I bought my phone a year ago. I love the piano intro!!!! Gosh, you have no idea how much I'm obsessed with this song. Kahit paulit-ulit, okay lang. Hindi ako nagsasawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seabear:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cat Piano - &lt;/span&gt;Not really a favorite but I play this once in a while especially when I'd like to go to sleep. It was featured on Gossip Girl Season 2 (Never Been Marcused episode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yiruma&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;River Flows In You&lt;/span&gt; - The piano score I wished was used as Bella's Lullaby. I think Carter Burwell's composition wasn't as romantic as Yiruma's. He's Korean, by the way, and only 30 years old! Dreamyyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;/span&gt; - Okay, sa Twilight na naman ito. This the song that Edward and Bella are dancing to at the gazebo. When I listen to this, I always remember prom and wedding dances. Sobrang bagay talaga dun sa scene sa movie. Kasi di ba, when you're slow dancing with someone, sobrang relax lang? Ayun! Etong kanta na 'to ang nagpapakalma sa akin! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The All-American Rejects:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt; - I'm a fan of this band! Hindi pa rin ako maka-get over sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Little Secrets &lt;/span&gt;video. Hahaha.  This new single is a headbanging-worthy song! Love, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia Oh:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got Ur Number&lt;/span&gt; - Isa na rin 'to sa mga ginawa kong alarm ringtone. Perfect club music! Haha. Kasi eto yung dilemma nya, she met this guy and she has his number but she doesn't know if it's a good idea to call him because "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now I wonder.. If you want me.. Like I want you&lt;/span&gt;". Yun lang. Pero I like that this song is very upbeat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt; - featured on Gossip Girl Season 1 (The Handmaiden's Tale episode). Favorite namin ni Aileen. Sobrang ganda talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kirsten Dunst:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream of Me&lt;/span&gt; - From the movie Get Over It (2001). Kirsten stars in the film and yes, she sings in it, too! Nashock nga ako eh, marunong pala siyang kumanta. Anyway, this song has been on my CD player, my cellphone and on my computer for years. Since high school hanggang ngaun. Super ganda kasi talaga. Pati si Vincent na-inlove na rin sa kanta. Haha. The MOVIE's about a boy who gets dumped by his long-time girlfriend and he couldn't get over it, thus, the title of the film. His best friend's sister (played by Dunst) helps him to get his ex-gf back but eventually Dunst falls for him. She composes this song and sings it in a school play ("A Midsummer Night's Dream"). Oh, basta ang haba na ng description ko! In short, sa kanta, gusto nung babae na matulog na lang siya lagi kasi dreaming of him is the only chance she's got where she could see and kiss him and touch his face. Tragic noh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Cendana:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without You&lt;/span&gt; - Chris is actually Fil-American but he's not super famous. Sa YouTube, oo. Friends sila ni Happy Slip. Okay, hindi niyo sila kilala pero promise, ang ganda talaga ng song na 'to! Watch and listen to it on Youtube. It's actually a song about long distance relationships. This is an original composition. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Stand Up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Various Artists&lt;/span&gt; - Girl Power! Love, love, looooove this song! Perfect na sana kaso kasama si Miley Cyrus eh. Panira! Ampf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Voegele:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Only Life&lt;/span&gt; - featured on Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, one of my favorite chick flicks. I like this song because the message is absolutely fantastic-o! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be so afraid of facing every day, Just take your time, It's only life...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linger&lt;/span&gt; - Aaaah. Tong kantang toh! The first time I heard it, I thought it was okay. And then the movie Click came out. This was the song playing when Michael and Donna had their first kiss, and when they danced for the first time, after getting divorced, during their son's wedding. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I'm such a fool for youuuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neyo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt; - Do I have to explain why I love this song? NEYO. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily Allen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naive&lt;/span&gt; - I love her voice! I am now a fan. Love how she said 'pre-ee face' (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; face). Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oasis:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt; - I am so addicted to Lost, the TV series. Charlie Pace (played by Dominic Monaghan) is the rocker in this series and he sang this song in the episode where, while on the island, Desmond Hume (played by Henry Ian  Cusick) constantly tries to intervene and changes Charlie's fate--death. Charlie is on the streets, playing his guitar and singing the line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me...&lt;/span&gt;" when he crosses paths with Desmond YEARS before they got "Lost" in the island. Galing, noh? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So What&lt;/span&gt; - I love Pink! I love the bad girl attitude. She's sooo cool! She wrote this song for her ex-husband, plus she makes him agree to appear on its video! They're still really good friends. That's cooler. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro Station:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake It&lt;/span&gt; - Maganda kasi napapa-shake talaga ako. Hahaha! Ang corny. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;/span&gt; - After so many attempts, I still could not do the choreography on the video. But this man could:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and I am soooo jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.I.&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever You Like - &lt;/span&gt;After watching the video, that's the time I realized na cute pala si T.I.  Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sum 41:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Me - &lt;/span&gt;I listen to or sing this when I feel like screaming. Hahaha. Ewan ko. Basta. I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until June:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Do&lt;/span&gt; - I heard it playing on Steph's car stereo and I fell in love with it instantly. It was used in a Gossip Girl promo last year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Bjorn and John:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Folks&lt;/span&gt; - I call this "The Whistle Song". Haha. Also featured on Gossip Girl (Season 2, Pilot Episode). I love GG music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Blunt:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same Mistake&lt;/span&gt; - Wala na akong ibang masabi. Sobrang gustong gutso ko tong dalawalang kanta na toh!!!! I love James Blunt. There was this VJ on Channel V who said that You're Beautiful was one of the most annoying songs he ever listened to. Batuhin ko siya ng sapatos eh! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a looooong list. Very RANDOM yung mga songs. Actually, marami pa dapat yang mga yan kaso tinatamad na ako. Haha. I'll post the playlist some other time so that you could listen to the songs if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go. I have to catch up on this week's Gossip Girl episode. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;STAY IN LOVE WITH MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&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/1780464157400753511-1108576037354223235?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1108576037354223235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1108576037354223235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1108576037354223235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1108576037354223235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-keeps-me-sane.html' title='MUSIC keeps me SANE.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3709462213107312370</id><published>2008-11-24T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:57:44.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Could. Not. Control. My. Excitement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2vil34i.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, YEAAAAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the movie, I'm looking forward to spending a helluva time with my 3FM1 blockmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3709462213107312370?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3709462213107312370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3709462213107312370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3709462213107312370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3709462213107312370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-could-not-control-my-excitement.html' title='I. Could. Not. Control. My. Excitement.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2vil34i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6656233777307216684</id><published>2008-11-23T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:24:26.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weakness.</title><content type='html'>I've developed a new phobia. I am now afraid of the hallway outside our condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, a GIGANTIC RAT went running toward me and Maan, my cousin. It suddenly came out of nowhere and I freaked out! The hallway was so narrow and I panicked because I had nowhere to go. The only option was to jump as many times as I could to avoid it. But it touched my foot while it ran. Eeeeeehhhhhhwwwww! Huhuhu. I almost cried. It was friggin' scary! Before I slept, I was laughing to and at myself because I remembered my hilarious reaction. But tonight, every time I walk through that place, the memory of the running rodent haunts me. I wish it won't happen again. Please, please, please... I reported it to the management already and I hope they do something about it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, now my head hurts. I've been searching, watching, downloading videos on poor working conditions for 4 hours plus I'm thinking about the possibility of bumping into the rat, that was as big as a cat, again. X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6656233777307216684?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6656233777307216684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6656233777307216684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6656233777307216684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6656233777307216684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/weakness.html' title='weakness.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3468062667867713008</id><published>2008-11-22T14:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:16:22.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my IDLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;... nyeeeeh!! FREAKIN' CORNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent url(http://img.perezhilton.com/perezzies/images/bg.png) no-repeat scroll center top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 350px; height: 550px; text-align: center; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; text-align: left; margin-right: auto;" width="290" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="280"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 112px;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Hottest Hookup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Biggest Breakup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chris Brown and Rihanna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Madonna and Guy Ritchie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Favorite Jonas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Breakout Star of the Year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Baddest Bad Girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Biggest Scandal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sluttyiena Miller's Homewrecking Romance with Balthazar Getty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Best Dressed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Worst Dressed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Hottest Hottie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Cutest Celebuspawn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;David Beckham&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Suri Cruise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Most Improved&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Worst Trainwreck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Most DVR-worthy Series&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Biggest Box Office Blowout&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;Celeb of the Year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 12px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt 10px 0pt 0pt; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who would you vote for?&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255); text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;PerezHilton.com&lt;/a&gt; to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining a couple of minutes ago. I'm still too lazy to buy food, despite being extremely hungry. I can't describe how much of an addict I've become these past weeks. I'm glued on my laptop for more than 7 hours a day! I could have done tons of more important things in that amount of time. But, yeah, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;shallow and stupid. I waste time voting for celebrities on Perezzies 2008. I didn't even know at first what Perezzies are until I realized that the blogger's name is PEREZ Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I just realized that the more I let myself read senseless stuff, the dumber I become. I'm not sure if I read this in an e-mail, but George Carlin, a brilliant American stand-up comedian and actor who died last June, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;It really kinda stuck to me and I got worried because right now, I'm having this problem about not remembering things, like past events. My friends would go like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naalala mo yung time na blahblahblah..&lt;/span&gt;" and I'd give them a confused look because I definitely don't remember. Well, I didn't give them the look for saying "blablahblah" because they didn't actually say it. I told you I forget about stuff so I replaced the rest of the sentence with blahs. Anywaaaaay, that situation happened more than five times! And when I read that quote from Mr. Carlin, I started blaming my lack of willingness to read my Finance books and the newspapers. In high school, I used to do a lot of Math problems, because that was my favorite subject ever and because I was one of the reps for the MTAP Math Challenge (?)---it's a math quiz bee but I forgot what the acronym stands for (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See? Told yah.&lt;/span&gt;)--- so I really needed to practice and solve, solve, solve! I kept my brain busy that time. I have no idea what happened to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are very important for me, for everybody. Losing them would be devastating. I realized that my diaries and blogs don't just serve as a therapy or an emotional outlet. They make me remember. I've seen The Notebook so many times and right now, I'm giving up hope that there will be a Noah for me. So if I do get Alzheimer's, that would suck a lot! Hahaha. I'm kidding. Okay, seriously though. I really have to stop wasting my time on the internet. A few minutes or an hour a day on the computer will do. I have to put a sticker on my laptop that would say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOR HOME WORK AND &lt;u&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/u&gt; PURPOSES ONLY!!&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Prevent Getting Alzheimer's Disease While You're Young, Hip, Smart and Fabulous&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get hooked on crossword puzzles and Sudoku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; I heard they're a great way to exercise the brain so I'll definitely take those into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put your love for TV in good use&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Watch documentary shows (Discovery Channel, History Channel), and the news (TV Patrol, NBC, CNN). Lesser on &lt;strike&gt;MTV&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;Wild Boyz&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;TMZ&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relive your MTAP preparation days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Spend your free time solving for bond prices, rates of return, current ratios, working capitals and other bunch of Finance-related craps, uh, I meant, problems. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finance-related problems&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get busy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Enroll in cooking classes, take Photoshop lessons, learn how to drive SAFELY!! Our college dean, Dr. Helena Cabrera, always says that we have to invest in "continuous learning". We may think we know a lot already but as more things are being discovered and as more issues are being talked about, we have to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything anymore. My brain's all worn out. Maybe I should add "Make a List" on the list, because it sure did put my mind to work. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3468062667867713008?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3468062667867713008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3468062667867713008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3468062667867713008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3468062667867713008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-my-idle.html' title='You&apos;re my IDLE!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8071531395931917755</id><published>2008-11-21T13:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:21:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than 25 MINUTES too late...  oh, well!</title><content type='html'>Do you know when you get older, you look back on your childhood, and you remember the first band or singer you fell in love with? I mean, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;old but, yeah, I'm definitely older. So a week ago, I saw on a TV ad that Michael Learns to Rock is having a concert at the Araneta Coliseum on the 22nd, if I'm not mistaken. I know for some of you, you'd say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, those guys who sang '25 Minutes'&lt;/span&gt;" and not care that much. Not me. I squealed, "HOO ME GOD! Michael Learns to Rooooooooock!" That last word was the part where my notes went higher than Mariah Carey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realized how much I LOVE them until that moment. Jeez, I remember as a kid, I listened to all MLTR songs! I know all the lyrics by heart and, surprisingly, I still do. I never loved a band more than I loved MLTR. Every one of their songs has a different wonderful love story. It was like reading from a book, but it only takes 3-4 minutes for you to be completely mesmerized. I like that kind of feeling. I like being dazzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared. I have no enough savings to buy tickets. I'd love to take Papa or, if possible, my mom sana. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opporunity I blew!! But, anyway, I'm really hoping I'd get another chance to see them next time. For now, I'm going to relive the days when I sang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint My Love&lt;/span&gt;" like a complete screaming idiot. I give my thanks to MLTR for making me appreciate music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 320px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 320px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=320&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=53312117" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="320" border="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8071531395931917755?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8071531395931917755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8071531395931917755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8071531395931917755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8071531395931917755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-when-you-get-older-you-look.html' title='more than 25 MINUTES too late...  oh, well!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6614384941607870064</id><published>2008-11-20T16:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:05:52.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my LIFE now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oKU2sMFaa8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oKU2sMFaa8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/6UFKEs/music/OU8OvjV-/paramore_decode/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know I haven't been too 'loud and proud' about my Twilight obsession on this blog page but since the movie's showing soon, I just want to say that, really, I am sooo hooked and probably one of the millions of fans completely addicted to everything Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first moment I read the book, I was on KILIG MODE for days, probably for even 2 weeks! I remembered this time when I went out to meet my high school friends. While I was walking home, the romantic scenes on the book came flashing back and I was wearing this humongous smile on my face. The slightly cool breeze was blowing, the UST field was dark and I was alone, smiling to myself. Gosh, it was like a "Karaoke" moment---you know, like when the girl on the background video walks along the shores with her hair being blown by the wind. It was embarrassing! But I seemed not to mind it at all. It was weird because I never expected that a book could have that kind of impact on me. I've read all the Harry Potter books and they were all absolutely wonderful and full of suspense but after reading, I didn't find myself going googly-eyed over the thought of one of the characters. I got goosebumps also but it was mostly because of thrill and adrenaline rush from the revelations and the mind-blowing action going on. In Twilight, my arm hair raised and I felt those butterflies again and this time, it was because of the romance between Edward and Bella. I am a TOTAL sucker for love stories so... I don't know, maybe I just couldn't fully attach myself to the HP gang because they were living in a very different world and their issues were far different from mine. Duh. Haha. I'm still a Potter fanatic though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really can't help myself. I am 100% '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dazzled&lt;/span&gt;' by the story. And I know, you are, too. For a girl, it's not a secret that she has those moments when she imagines herself meeting the boy of her dreams---the guy who would sweep her off her feet, make her knees weak, make her feel like she's the only girl he'll ever love and make her realize that without her, he has no reason to exist... Well, Bella was able to meet that guy and got the chance to kiss him, too... more than twice! Green monster alert! Hahaha. I guess that's the reason why a lot of girls envy her and want to be like her. She's simple, accident-prone and definitely not the prettiest girl in town but she bagged the hottie and that hottie turned out to be completely head-over-heels in love with her. For that, I give her tons of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganda&lt;/span&gt; points! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/6jk906.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen and Kristen Stewart as Bella. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the book became a phenomenon because millions of people were able to connect themselves with the Edward-Bella relationship. There was a different kind of love involved which is kind of obsessive. But it's appealing, in a way, because no man could ever love a woman like Edward does. And I think, girls want that kind of thing. They want to feel really special and be taken care of like they're the most precious thing in the world. All the romantic fantasies of women were put together and transformed into the form of Edward Cullen. I guess, he was kind of an "icon" for most guys and a "god-like creature" for most girls. Haha. I also think that Bella's bravery and capability to accept her vampire boyfriend the way he is amazed the readers. She was absolutely fearless and she was never afraid to take risks. So I think that these two main characters give a certain HOPE to everyone: that someday, we would all find our own Edward Cullen or Bella Swan, or, probably, our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inner&lt;/span&gt; Edward/Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the movie, I put my faith in Director Catherine Hardwicke and the whole cast of the film adaptation. I think it's going to be pretty huge! It's the opportunity to finally see the characters step outside our imaginations and clearly visualize what we've been going crazy for over the past years or, in some cases like mine, months. I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the film on November 26, Wednesday, at your local theaters. Watch it twice, thrice, ten times so the movie could earn millions! Because, hopefully, if this first installment rocks the Box Office, the adaptation of New Moon and Eclipse are sure to follow. Go, Team Edward! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6614384941607870064?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6614384941607870064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6614384941607870064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6614384941607870064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6614384941607870064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-my-life-now.html' title='You are my LIFE now.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/6jk906_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8962558454748725698</id><published>2008-11-18T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:23:41.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour...</title><content type='html'>I was browsing for Gossip Girl bloopers on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; and I suddenly found myself watching a couple of FRIENDS gag reels. It was great because it's my absolute favorite comedy sitcom ever! The Friends DVD I got from Lance on my 18th birthday was the best! I still watch it and the reruns also on ETC (definitely "Where it's ALL good". Hehe.) every now and then, and I still find myself laughing hysterically. The bloopers posted on YouTube were completely 300% funnier!! If you're really stressed out, put Joey, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Monica and Phoebe on your TV/computer screen and the migraines will go away. Believe me, I've been on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. medication for more than 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you the Hahahahaha's from the 10th season. I know you'd enjoy these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8etPHsqvlGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8etPHsqvlGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BReuMgluV5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BReuMgluV5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't enough, there are more videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&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/1780464157400753511-8962558454748725698?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8962558454748725698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8962558454748725698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8962558454748725698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8962558454748725698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-there-for-you-when-rain-starts.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you when the rain starts to pour...'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3711530519858881450</id><published>2008-11-15T05:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:54:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you again tonight! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me sleep... For when I sleep I dream that you are here, you're mine..." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream of Me, Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up at 3am to study for my CapMar quiz, but the dream was everything I hoped for. I was in my fantasy world. I chose to continue sleeping, curious about what's going to happen next, over an important test. Hehehe. Of course, the scenes involved were all part of my wishful thinking. I can't get this boy out of my head. The alarm woke me up three times because last night I was anticipating the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamaya pa ng konti&lt;/span&gt;" attitude. Bummer! Nakakabitin... Anyway, in the dream, I was smiling and my knees were weak. I was a walking jelly. I would never have wished for anything more! It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Okay.. Okay.. Have to go now. I still have a 7am class to attend to. Haha. I'll be waiting for you... dream boy... hahahahahahaha! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3711530519858881450?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3711530519858881450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3711530519858881450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3711530519858881450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3711530519858881450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-you-again-tonight.html' title='see you again tonight! :)'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3690779823213683422</id><published>2008-11-09T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:34:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those great days...</title><content type='html'>Naulanan ako. My head hurts. I'm still not finished with my HRM home work. My head hurts even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to tell you how much fun I've had at Airo's birthday celebration last night. Belated happy birthday again, Daddy Airo! The D-Am peeps were reunited once again and I was really glad kasi I missed them. I see them in the hallway every day after classes but it's waaay different from spending 'quality time' together, which we don't always do.... As in, yung complete talaga lahat ah, or more than 15 of us would hang out. Basta, last night was really great. Saya! Thanks, Airowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ynrloj.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ramon-es and Berrrrtdey boy Airo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/168h2mh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Dam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/xop8hs.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Say 'Keso'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/hvwf7l.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngiting abot tenga. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Ehlyu and Eunice for the photos. Ginrab ko na. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&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/1780464157400753511-3690779823213683422?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3690779823213683422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3690779823213683422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3690779823213683422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3690779823213683422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/naulanan-ako.html' title='Just one of those great days...'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2ynrloj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-656857708911125044</id><published>2008-11-04T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:32:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just the girl next door.</title><content type='html'>Something's really annoying. Parasite. Nasty-looking, irritating parasite. I want to squish it, burn it and feed it to a dog to make sure it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter and less cruel note, first day of classes was below average. If I would rate the excitement this morning, I'll give it a 4. That's out of 10, not 5. And the only three reasons why I gave a four was that 1.) I was able to hear the finance-related words I was missing, 2.) I shared my Twilight obsession with Aileen and 3.) I ate the super yummy sisig at Dapitan's Sisig Express (at V. Concepcion St.) Nothing spectacular happened. As usual. Gawd. When will my life start to be exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've downloaded some songs this afternoon. I was in the mood for a sound trip so I browsed on MySpace. I found a song that speaks exactly about my huge insecurity issues. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Next Door &lt;/span&gt;by Saving Jane. It's on my playlist, on the right side of this blog plage. You could listen to it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;She's the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to deny she's lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin, perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside she's ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutaunt&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-656857708911125044?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/656857708911125044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=656857708911125044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/656857708911125044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/656857708911125044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-girl-next-door.html' title='I&apos;m just the girl next door.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2230660329380573010</id><published>2008-11-03T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:29:33.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Grinch, please.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, back to school. I'm excited, in a way, because I miss writing about school stuff.... I miss the words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonds, stocks, banks &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finance. &lt;/span&gt;Ha! Well, that's something you don't read about everyday. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I'm thinking about Christmas. I can't wait. I know, it's the first day of classes tomorrow and it's too early to be thinking about the next vacation but I'm really looking forward to that holiday. One of the reasons is our family's annual Christmas party. Two years ago, we held it in Baguio City. Last year, we went to a rest house with a huge swimming pool at San Fabian, Pangasinan. We always have parlor games and the Padilla family most of the time wins. Hehe. It is so much fun and every year, I laugh so hard, I get teary-eyed! This year, I'm proposing that we go to Bolinao, Pangasinan. It's like Boracay but quieter, more relaxing and probably more beautiful. I've been there twice and I fell in love with the place the first moment I stepped on its white sanded beach. The problem though is that it's FOUR hours away from Dagupan City. That's a really long drive. My Tito, who's in charge of the expenses this year, likes the idea but will still think about it. But the venue really doesn'y matter. It's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that's more important. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm glad I was able to use that word. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;) I wish you could come and celebrate with us. Everyone's always welcome. I'm really, really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-christmas/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=Countdown%20Clocks&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Countdown%20Clock%20Codes&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-christmas/skins/1.jpg&amp;amp;text=%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20you%20give%20me%0D%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20my%20expensive%20gifts%2E%20%0D%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20Har%21%20Har%21&amp;amp;untilColor=6724095&amp;amp;textColor=0&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2008&amp;amp;month=11&amp;amp;day=25&amp;amp;hour=0&amp;amp;minute=0&amp;amp;second=0&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="countdown" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" align="middle" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2230660329380573010?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2230660329380573010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2230660329380573010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2230660329380573010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2230660329380573010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-grinch-please.html' title='No Grinch, please.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6269962047948316508</id><published>2008-11-02T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:47:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the highlight of my November 1.</title><content type='html'>He looked at me and spoke to me and I recognized that funny feeling---KILIG. Hayyyyy. My. Favorite. Emotion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my high school CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be back in town and to see a familiar face, which I also haven't seen in a while.... I loved it! And another great thing about the incident was that it was the first time he EVER spoke to me. Ay, wait! No, it wasn't. He spoke to me two days before that but all he said was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi, okay lang.&lt;/span&gt;" Yep. That was it. But last night, he asked me a couple of questions. Eeeeeeeeeh!!! After he said goodbye, all I managed to say to Kiara, my 9-year-old sister and my companion at that time, was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so glad we walked. *Huge smile here*&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best night of the month, or probably the rest of the whole year. Nothing could top that. Well, unless TG decides to be extra friendly and smiles at me. Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6269962047948316508?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6269962047948316508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6269962047948316508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6269962047948316508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6269962047948316508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/highlight-of-my-november-1.html' title='the highlight of my November 1.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-376482000355223869</id><published>2008-11-02T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:39:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Manila.</title><content type='html'>And back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Dagupan is just my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderland&lt;/span&gt;, the place where I run to when I feel like getting away from the stress in the city. I feel like Manila is where I live now, as in permanently. I'm here almost 40 weeks a year. I'm not complaining though. It had been my dream to study here and I guess following your dreams has its disadvantages, too. I just realized how Dagupan is becoming more of a fantasy land. As much as I want to stay, I know I can't because the semester's starting again. The clock has struck at midnight. Reality awaits. Homesickness---it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2nixzxg.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course. Baguio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no need to be all dramatic. I mean, Dagupan's still in the same country as Manila. After graduation, it'll be much harder to control the nostalgia and---I hate to say it---the tears. I don't think I'm ready for a much bigger change in my life right now. But in one and a half years, I promise I will be. As of now, the only problem I need to prepare for is the new challenge of the new sem. I have to work extra hard this time. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagupan, bye for now. Hellooooo, Mama-Manila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-376482000355223869?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/376482000355223869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=376482000355223869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/376482000355223869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/376482000355223869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-manila.html' title='Back in Manila.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2nixzxg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-9197493853849771979</id><published>2008-10-25T10:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:54:25.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blab Fest: A Series of Unfortunate Events.</title><content type='html'>I haven't used the internet for only a week, yet my Yahoo! inbox contains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1800+ messages&lt;/span&gt;! No idea whatsoever how long it would take me to delete them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weeks after reading the famous Twilight book by Stephenie Meyer, I am still on Cullen fever. Since I refuse to go out and hang out at the mall or whatever---- no, actually and honestly, staying at home is my only option since I have no one to go out with because the people in Dagupan are too busy in school and in other stuff more important than me--- I decided to indulge myself in another e-book reading spree. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; (book II of the Twilight series). Twenty hours of non-stop swooning. Aside from the gorgeous, fantabulous&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vampire, I find myself liking Jacob Black very, very, verrrry much. Hahaha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait for the movie premiere on November 21, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you heard about the Rihanna-Chris Brown concert this November? Pffft. Of course you have. Anyhoo, I am dying to go! In a previous "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blab post&lt;/span&gt;", I whined about not being able to watch the Ne-Yo concert, but vowed that if Chris Brown comes to the Phil., I'll definitely watch. I wish I could still get tickets. I'm not being a pessimist but with the super low early bird rates of TicketNet, I bet the tickets will be sold out before I could even finish the song "With You". But still... *crosses fingers and toes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It had been months since I last drove and when we went to the Coca-Cola plant in Calasiao, Pangasinan, because that's where my dad works, to pick the car up, I almost ran over Papa! Super tragic. Instead of stepping on the brake pedal, I stepped on the gas. The car went, "ZZZZZooom!" Buti na lang talaga I didn't panic and managed to hit the brakes, but my heart was pumping really fast. Hahaha. Malayo naman si Papa sa kotse, I guess he anticipated that I'd do something...uhm.. I can't find the right word.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid?&lt;/span&gt; Basta, yun na yun. Fortunately, my two brothers, my sister and I arrived at the apartment safely. That was just one time though---this sem break, at least. Hehe. After I that, I was back on the road, driving smoothly. No longer a lean, mean, disastrous driving machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been tutoring my two youngest siblings for the last 3 days. I'm glad I didn't take a college course in Education. I. Am. Not. A. Very. Patient. Person. At all. Also, I'll probably be a terror teacher. Poor kids. As you read along, I bet you'll feel sorrier for my siblings rather than for me. Ugh, no doubt. Mwahahaha! (&lt;---Evil laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To release the stress from my very makulit brother who refuses to study, I made up this reward-punishment thing for answering/not answering the questions correctly. If he gets it right, he could pull my hair. If he's wrong, I could pull his hair. Well, of course, this wasn't something which I forced him to agree on. He decided on his own free will. So, after an hour of asking random Science-related questions, the result was: there were more WRONG answers. You should've seen his face every time I grab a handful of his hair. Very brutal. For a very strange reason though, he seemed to enjoy it. I mean, he laughed a lot and he had a few right answers so he got back at me. Haha. Good thing was, he learned and memorized almost all the terms. Not an advisable strategy though. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Me? A teacher? Pfffft. Based from what you have just read, do you seriously believe that kids would learn from me??! Worse, do you think their parents would even allow ME to handle their little devils---or in few cases, angels?? I don't think so. Hahaha. Don't get me wrong. I love kids. It's just that I don't have the patience that teachers have. I'm afraid I might turn into Hulk and do something tragic. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-9197493853849771979?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/9197493853849771979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=9197493853849771979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/9197493853849771979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/9197493853849771979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/sem-break-blab-fest.html' title='Blab Fest: A Series of Unfortunate Events.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3414755854633724097</id><published>2008-09-29T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:11:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the Eye Doctor.</title><content type='html'>My day started pretty well until I had my eyes checked. In the past days, I kept getting mild headaches because my vision of what's 10 meters away is a bit blurry. When I entered the clinic, the doctor was sitting in front of his laptop. He told me to sit down and asked what the problem was so I told him. Then after describing to him what was wrong, he said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh. Teka lang ah.&lt;/span&gt;" It didn't look like he was listening! I looked at him, then at his laptop, then at his cellphone. He was trying to transfer something using Bluetooth. Pfffft. After a minute or two, he asked me to tell him again the problem. While speaking, a familiar BUZZ interrupted me so I looked at his laptop again and saw that he was YM-ing someone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacre bleu! &lt;/span&gt;For a man in his mid-50's, this guy is technology updated. I was surprised in that way and in this way: "&gt;:O". That smiley is supposed to look like he's irritatingly surprised. Uhhh, anyway, fast forward... After a couple of tests, he told me my eyesight was fine, that he didn't find anything wrong and that the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blurriness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was only subjective. From what I understood, he thought I was just making it up or that I was just imagining it or something close to that. But, hey, who am I to tell him he's wrong? It's not like I'm the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a stupid way, I'm kind of bummed that I won't be sporting a pair of eyeglasses any time soon. Before the consultation, I was already planning what frame to choose, its color, etc. Haha. I forgot how things don't always come true when I imagine or plan them. Dammit! I should've thought of NOT wearing glasses instead so I WILL be wearing one. You get what I mean? Haha. But don't get me wrong, I am very very grateful that I have a perfect eyesight. Actually, I want to keep it that way until I grow old, if that's possible. The previous idea was, like I said, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, on my way home, something really embarrassing and frustrating happened at the same time. I was in P. Noval and from afar I saw TG walking toward my way. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, the doctor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;  right, my eyesight is perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;) So I crossed the street right away so I won't have to stare at his gorgeous eyes again. Hahaha. Apparently, he crossed the street the same moment I did and I tried to look away but those eyes were so magical, they made me look at them in an instant! Curse them! The embarrassing part is that he looked at me for a while, like he thinks I was someone familiar---someone he doesn't know but sees in school often. But the doctor may be right again. Maybe I was just imagining things. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry is soooo long but I just wanted to share a trivial realization. Last Sunday, during Mass, a tall man (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't say 'guy' because Tall Guy is a proper noun, for me at least.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;) was sitting several seats in front of us and at first I thought he was TG. But then he looked more like Mr. Stick-O. I'm not exactly sure because all I see was his back and his nape and his head and his ears and his gray shirt... *Dreamy*.. but not his face. Haha. I realized that TG and Stick-O are so much alike! I mean, both are tall, fair-complexioned, handsome (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yihee!&lt;/span&gt;) and basketball players. Sa face, there are other similarities. Basta! May hawig! I haven't found out who the guy was so I was juggling between TG and Stick-O. TG? Stick-O? TG? Stick-O? TG? Stick-O? It was a shame that I was thinking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;while the priest was delivering his sermon. Please, don't do the same thing. It's completely inappropriate and I'm sorry. So was it TG or Stick-O? I still DON'T KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, YUN LANG. TAPOS NA. Hahahahahaha! Completely insignificant. Tsk tsk. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3414755854633724097?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3414755854633724097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3414755854633724097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3414755854633724097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3414755854633724097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-eye-doctor.html' title='A trip to the Eye Doctor.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5388865557210604572</id><published>2008-09-28T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:14:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: VERY disturbing. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People, brace yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9CTC5qUC1g&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9CTC5qUC1g&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a huge animal lover, to tell you the truth. We have pets at home but my brothers do all the pet stuff because I'm too lazy to feed and bathe the dogs. But it doesn't mean that I hate animals or that I don't care about them. I care enough to post this video and make EVERYONE aware of the fact that hundreds of animals are killed in order to satisfy the demand for FUR COATS. Coats? How completely senseless! Recently, I've heard from a US entertainment news that Giorgio Armani will include fur coats for children in his Fall Collection this year. Most of his loyal customers are Hollywood stars and when they start to purchase and support this collection, some other people, who are unaware of how serious animal cruelty has become, will follow to do the same. The images of the beaten and blood-drenched animals I've seen on the video will continue to flash on my mind for a long time, but it's better than not having something to remind me to avoid buying anything made from real fur or real leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is PETA's (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals&lt;/span&gt;) definitive video on the Fashion Industry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTZQnQeAPJc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTZQnQeAPJc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a way you could help stop the killings! Spread the word. Post this video to your blog, your Friendster, Facebook and MySpace accounts, e-mail it to friends, tell the story to your families, friends, co-workers or even to strangers. Ignoring this won't make you cool. Being part of something BIG will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5388865557210604572?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5388865557210604572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5388865557210604572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5388865557210604572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5388865557210604572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/warning-very-disturbing.html' title='WARNING: VERY disturbing. :('/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6527756615323301845</id><published>2008-09-25T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:59:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Ateneo!</title><content type='html'>It was a great season for the Ateneo Blue Eagles. It's sad though that I've never watched any one of their live games this year. To make it fair, I didn't watch ANY game during this season at all. Where did the ultimate UAAP fan go? She's just taking a year off from basketball for now. Hehe. I'm pretty psyched about the ADMU vs. DLSU Game 2 Finals game but I knew I wouldn't be able to get tickets, knowing how the Eagle-Archer fever has gotten everyone in the country so excited, so I watched at home. To tell you the truth, I was bored. It wasn't as exciting as I had expected. First, Jayvee Casio gave a disappointing performance which later ended with him being fouled out. Second, Rico Maierhoffer got ejected for two technical fouls-- one for taunting and the second was for 'flashing the dirty finger to Al Husseini', which I think was completely questionable. Why would a player do that when all eyes and cameras are on him and his team? I think he knew how important that game was and he wasn't going to just ruin it for every Green Archers fan by doing what the referee thought he did. It would've been nice if Rico got to play until the game ended. At least, he would have answered one of the 'what if' questions--What if he wasn't ejected? Would DLSU win the 2nd game? I also think that La Salle didn't do so well on the offense. Casio's shot attempts were flawed and there were moments in the game where La Salle attempted to shoot 4 or 5 times but the ball still wouldn't go in. On the other hand, the Eagles were very consistent. They kept their energy and aggressiveness all throughout. I don't think that the Archers were able to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that I've seen other Finals games which were better. However, I'm still very happy that the Ateneo won! Kudos to Coach Norman Black. He built a very strong and driven basketball team. For your info, actually, I'm a Blue Eagle fan since I was a high school freshman. That was in 2002, the same year ADMU won the Finals against DLSU and the same year I adopted the name Karen Gonzales because I was so in love with Wesley Gonzales (Ateneo). Hahaha! I love the nickname! I even thought, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I'm not going to marry Wesley, then I could at least marry a guy whose last name is Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;." It is lame but I'm still not giving the idea up. Haha! Even if I'm not studying in the Ateneo, I still cheer for the school! Because in the first place, it was actually the reason why I got so hooked on UAAP basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE BIG FIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;9:41&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found a picture of Wesley on the&lt;/span&gt; internet years ago, I printed it and put it on my wallet so I could stare at him anytime I want. Hahaha! I don't have it anymore because it was crumpled and the color faded but I found it again on the web and thought I could share the memory with you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SNuUKkV4giI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P2iSQcUYcGI/s1600-h/wesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SNuUKkV4giI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P2iSQcUYcGI/s320/wesley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952699905507874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Karen Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6527756615323301845?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6527756615323301845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6527756615323301845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6527756615323301845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6527756615323301845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/congratulations-ateneo.html' title='Congratulations, Ateneo!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SNuUKkV4giI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P2iSQcUYcGI/s72-c/wesley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1859801344600741541</id><published>2008-09-25T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:41:20.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCIFER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... it's the name of the black cat in Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Joed! Haha. I have no idea why I wanted to know a fictional cat's name. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1859801344600741541?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1859801344600741541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1859801344600741541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1859801344600741541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1859801344600741541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/lucifer.html' title='LUCIFER!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6954041984174352029</id><published>2008-09-24T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:38:56.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guns and Garfield.</title><content type='html'>my tummy hurts! last night, i've tried to work on getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firm abs &lt;/span&gt;by doing the 'abdominal bike'. i hope you know what that is because i'm not very good at explaining how to do stuff. i'm bothered with the fact that my face, my arms and my legs look thin but when you look at my tummy, WOOOOAH! it looks like a 50-year-old man's belly. hahahaha. i've exaggerated a bit but really, it doesn't look like it BELONGS to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. all the crap i've been eating got stuck in there and they were not proportionately distributed throughout my body. i developed this habit of sitting or lying down right after eating so i guess that explains it. also, i started drinking beer, BUT not as often as you think! you know, just a bottle or two once in three to six months. people say beer makes you gain weight and i did want to gain a few pounds then. apparently, only one portion of my body experienced some obvious results. it's freakin' frustrating! it's not a secret that i'm the laziest person on this planet and yet God has given me another project to work on. i don't want to get fat. i want to be healthy and fit... but i love eating. how can a person eat a lot and not be fat? don't even say the word 'exercise'! huhu. it makes me sad when i remember Garfield, the fat, lazy cat. he reminds me of myself. only, i'm not overweight....yet! ohhhh... huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough about me, let's talk more about myself. anyway THIS IS THE POINT OF THIS BLOG, right? hahahahaha. you don't have the right to complain. i'm the ONLY diva here. moving on, this morning, we only had our first and second class because the other two professors were out. originally, i was supposed to go straight to the condo but then vincent and genico asked me if i wanted to play COUNTER STRIKE. the computer game full of violence, guns, bombs, blood, terrorists and counter-terrorists and which is completely child inappropriate? yes, that's exactly the game i'm talking about. it had been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years &lt;/span&gt;since i last played. but i kind of miss it so i agreed to come. we dragged minette with us because i don't want to be the only girl in the bunch. besides, she knows how to play, too. yeaaaaah! girl power! haha. other than the four of us, there were jonathan, arlon and hector. gosh, it was sooo much fun! i can't believe that my testosterone level went to its highest. i think i may have grown more hair on my body than a normal guy should have. haha! getting the chance to play with my few guy clasmmates and being A BOY for a while were great. and the guys weren't even gentlemen. they killed me and minette lots of times, without mercy (in the game, obviously. d-oh. :D)! war means war, i guess. but i put my game face on and showed them that i'm not a sissy. pero namamatay pa rin akoooo! hahaha. hoy, nakakapatay din naman ako noh. kala niyo ah. pasabugan ko kayo ng bomba eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super duper saya talaga. although i don't think that you're going to see me in front of the computer playing video games for a while. the final exams are in two weeks. i don't want any more things to be distracting me. blogging is a total distraction but waiting for two weeks to post my stories will kill me. also, the way i will write in two weeks won't be as interesting and lively as it is now. rigggghhht??? haha. oh puh-lease. just agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. break's over. i've got to get back on transfering my ECO notes. then, i also have to catch up on my reading. there are tons of things to do, yet we only have 24 hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. just a question, what's the name of that black cat in Cinderella?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6954041984174352029?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6954041984174352029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6954041984174352029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6954041984174352029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6954041984174352029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-want-to-be-gardfield.html' title='guns and Garfield.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5063048644348066156</id><published>2008-09-23T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:08:44.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When opportunity knocks...</title><content type='html'>for no sensible reason, i have named my crush Mr. Stick-O, or should i say Mr. Stick-Ohhhhh. hahaha! no, he's not TG. and yes, i have other boy toys too. haha. joke! boy toys? marielle, you've been putting too many words in my brain. anyway, i bumped into stick-o a while ago and i tried to suppress my shriek but a sound came out and he was just 10 inches away from me. haha! the shame! i wished i just grabbed my phone and pretended to be busy texting, like what i did when i bumped into TG yesterday. it was very poorly done though. it's toooooooooo obvious that i have a crush on him. gaaaah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the real and more sensible world, final exams are coming faster than you can say "supercalifrigginlipstickyourexisbonggacious". i want to start studying as early as this week because i have to really improve my grades. sobrang tamad ko kasi from the very beginning of the semester. i want to make up for the lost opportunities. i wish i grabbed them in an instant when i had the chance. nakakaasar talaga. pray for me! yiheee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5063048644348066156?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5063048644348066156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5063048644348066156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5063048644348066156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5063048644348066156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-opportunity-knocks.html' title='When opportunity knocks...'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7414205825824036432</id><published>2008-09-20T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:02:48.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always been you.</title><content type='html'>hey, hey! drowsiness hasn't attacked yet and i'm still stoked about the Commerce Night a while ago. saw Tall Guy, looking cuter than ever. yes, it has been almost three years and i'm still in love with the guy. hahaha! anyway, as much as i'd like to blab more about TG, i'll save you from further boredom. i feel like answering a survey. (awww, bowring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Have you ever lost your cell phone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln1"&gt;nope. i hope it won't happen. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;Do you eat ice-cream even if it's raining?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln3"&gt;yessss. i love ice cream. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Do good things come to those who wait?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln7"&gt;i hope so. i'm the type of person who waits rather than do. haha. sad, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;If you have a time machine, would you travel to the future or past?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln9"&gt;future! i want to see how much i've changed, who i married (if i'm married. but i'm probably still single then), how many kids i have, if i love my job, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;Do you blast music in your car?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln11"&gt;yes. i love to sing while driving. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;Do you smoke cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;Have you ever whistled at a girl/boy before?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i tried to but i'm terrible at whistling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Do you have a nickname for your sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall guy. hahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever audition for 'American Idol'?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln25"&gt;ohoy! i wish. i'm a "REALLY FRUSTRATED SINGER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;Can you wiggle your nose?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes? i could also make them flare. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever stolen someone else's sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, never. as much as i want to... hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;How do you end a phone call with someone you dislike?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ahhh.. o sige, kailangan ko ng umalis. tinatawag na ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;This past few days...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got weak in the knees a few hundred times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;(Have you/would you) ever throw a party when your parents aren't home?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, i'd watch DVD all day, just sit around and be lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now? bleeding love cover by boyce avenue. random song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gossip?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln39"&gt;honestly, yes. pero i don't start nor spread them. nakikichika lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. waist, sole of my feet, armpits, knees, nape, back. it depends on the way i'm tickled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;24. How often do you lie?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it depends. if the situation asks for it, i would but i won't do it all the time. there has to be a good reason before i lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;Do you plan for your outfits?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes. most of the time, i'll grab whatever is comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to your mind when you hear the word "yellow"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST. haha. pero alam kong gold ang color ng USTe. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;Have you ever shoplifted?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;Should gay/lesbian marriage be legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, because gays and lesbians are people, too, and people have the right to marry the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;Does shopping make you feel better?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesssss. shopping and food are my comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;Have you ever made the first move?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope. i want to but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;Do you have a scar?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, yeah! lots of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln64"&gt;Do you think there's life on other planets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i guess. but i believe more on the idea that there's life in another galaxy, where there's another planet such as Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave home without your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, unless i intend to go more than 50 meters away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln68"&gt;Do you like how you look in photos?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no. the camera HATES me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln70"&gt;Haha or lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha because it shows more emotion than lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if something's funny-- haha. something's really funny-- hahaha. if it made you laugh in your seat--hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lol is just lol. boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;Are old friends better than new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own laundry?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln76"&gt;Do you know how to read music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noooo! i want to learn how to play the piano and guitar. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln78"&gt;Do you listen to the same music as your parents'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7414205825824036432?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7414205825824036432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7414205825824036432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7414205825824036432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7414205825824036432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-always-been-you.html' title='it&apos;s always been you.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5463118071083811001</id><published>2008-09-04T13:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:03:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much have YOU changed in 2 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; September 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt;September 04, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; 16 (09-04-06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; University of Santo Tomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; University of Santo Tomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt;  Had no JOB. I was a full-time student. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; STILL NO JOB. i really wish to find one. the 'rents don't want me to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; The ladies' dormitory near Dapitan St. which was only 50 steps away from the Commerce Building. yeaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; At Barlin St., still near UST but farther from our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Dorm, Library. That was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; Condo and.... uhmm.. condo. Hey, did you notice that I haven't got a social life then and NOW??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your hair style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Long hair, past my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; Shoulder-length hair, dyed, with side-swept bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you wear glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many tattoos did you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many piercings did you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What car did you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; I was scared to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;: A second-hand 1997 Mazda something. I don't know the exact model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your worst fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Coming to a point where I decide to go back to Pangasinan because of the pressure from school and homesickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; Making stupid, irresponsible decisions. Also, ALLOWING myself to make mistakes even if i know that it's a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had you smoked a cigarette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You been arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest Concern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Adjusting to the big change aka college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; My relationship with family, my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Close friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Reina, Steph, Frenie, Joed and Anna. i think. I don't know if we became close on September or the month after that. I don't remember. Also, i was still close to my high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; I still have the same close friends but now I hang out more with Vincent, Aileen and Minette since we're all in the same class. My friends and I have different schedules now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. But I got over it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Because of a different reason though. (over an issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt; Single and Ready To Mingle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think about it anymore, unlike before when i think about it all the time. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5463118071083811001?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5463118071083811001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5463118071083811001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5463118071083811001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5463118071083811001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-much-have-you-changed-in-2-years.html' title='How much have YOU changed in 2 years?'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4157164670671926629</id><published>2008-09-04T11:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:03:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..and i also want flowers and a birthday candle to blow. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SL9VFRK2ivI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RcGfOgWpiAM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 574px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SL9VFRK2ivI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RcGfOgWpiAM/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242002040279173874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh, man. i can't believe i'm turning 19 in FOUR days! it'd be my last year as a teenager. right after that i'm going to be 20, an adult. then after that, the next thing i know, i'm 60-- wrinkled, grumpy, teethless and OLD! gosh, i could still remember the time when i was 4 or 5. i used to play with my brother's robot, the one with a small screen on its chest. man, i loved that toy. also, when i celebrated my 7th birthday, i cried because mommy, my lola, insisted on putting eyeliner on me. i saw myself in the mirror and thought i looked horrible! well, some things haven't changed, i still look hideous wearing eyeliner. 12 years?? had it been that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOOOOT has changed actually. i never stopped growing. literally. haha. no, seriously. when i look back at the things i did before, the way i talked, the way i looked at things, the stuff i liked and not liked, i realized that i'm a completely different person now. i don't know if it's a good change or a bad one. although, you might be wondering why i still write/blog like a shallow, happy-go-lucky 14-year-old girl. i know, i sometimes ask myself that same question, too. but i guess that the reason is despite what i've gone through ,which made me feel more experienced, stronger and more like an adult, there's always a part of me that'll remain a child forever and ever and ever. i like being a kid. i loved my childhood and i'm afraid that when i grow older, i'll forget how to be one. there's just something about being a kid that's so wonderful. there is always innocence, vulnerability, honesty, free-spirit and fun! and a lot of adults don't have those that's why they're all wrinkled, grumpy and old! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyyyyway, i only have two wishes this year. one, GOOD HEALTH, not only for me but also for my family. and two, HAPPINESS in all its shapes and sizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4157164670671926629?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4157164670671926629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4157164670671926629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4157164670671926629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4157164670671926629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-also-want-flowers-and-birthday.html' title='..and i also want flowers and a birthday candle to blow. =)'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SL9VFRK2ivI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RcGfOgWpiAM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7216148182447890260</id><published>2008-09-01T17:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:05:49.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotness on the hills' new season.</title><content type='html'>i just finished watching the 1st episode of The Hills season 4 on &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/the_hills/series.jhtml"&gt;mtv&lt;/a&gt;. i know. drama. but i really look forward to seeing the clothes they're wearing. haha. cute. anyway, i was reading the comments below the video about the episode and the first 10 comments discussed about LO and AUDRINA--whose side the fans are on, etc. i read only two of them and i scrolled down already because i was getting bored. AND THEN, the 11th comment wrote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doug is sexy as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; haha. now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;caught my attention. i couldn't agree more. Doug is this new guy Lauren is dating. actually, i think they met in high school and she was his prom date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward... shhsdhlasuhduwha.... after four years, they bumped into each other and he asked her out on a date. when he picked up lauren and she opened the door, my eyes popped and my jaw dropped. no, not really. haha. i just said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaaaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;" wehe. it's nice to know that there's other guys who appear on the show. i'm soooooo sick of spencer's face. shaved or unshaved, i hate him. he's disrespectful. i like brody and justin bobby though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i hope doug stays longer on the show so i could wear my "kilig smile" while and after watching. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7216148182447890260?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7216148182447890260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7216148182447890260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7216148182447890260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7216148182447890260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/09/hotness-on-hills-new-season.html' title='hotness on the hills&apos; new season.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6239908379217490629</id><published>2008-08-31T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:04:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 'coz i'm a positive person, i guess... wehe!</title><content type='html'>meron na naman akong realization that came out of nowhere. i realized that i am very fond of the words BRIGHT SIDE.  the weird thing about it is that i've been using the words so often without even noticing it. huh? so? anung meron? haha. i don't know exactly what the relevance of this topic is to your life and mine but it's better to let it out of my system than just keep the idea on my overloaded brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite books is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, I AM NOW THE GIRLFRIEND OF A SEX GOD&lt;/span&gt; by Louise Rennison. it's a funny, funny novel which followed Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr. Bright Side&lt;/span&gt; by The Killers is one of my fave songs and, lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song lyrics i can't get out of my head for months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll be the bright side of your bad day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be the bright side of your bad nights.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Hey, Backseat Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6239908379217490629?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6239908379217490629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6239908379217490629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6239908379217490629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6239908379217490629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-coz-im-trying-to-stay-positive-i.html' title='it&apos;s &apos;coz i&apos;m a positive person, i guess... wehe!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3135702042239924456</id><published>2008-08-31T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:45:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the way to end it.</title><content type='html'>although it's still early to say it, i had a perfect month-ender! it was the best night i've had since my esdc barkada went on a drinking spree during janina's 18th birthday party. haha. i won't go into the details.. basta it was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, gusto ko lang turuan ng tama ang sarili ko. STEREO is pronounced as steriyow not ISTERYO. hahahaha. ang tigas ng dila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say anymore. BUT nothing to do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocks. manonood na nga lang ako ng How I Met Your Mother.. haha. have a blessed Sunday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3135702042239924456?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3135702042239924456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3135702042239924456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3135702042239924456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3135702042239924456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-way-to-end-it.html' title='this is the way to end it.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4852532656839062895</id><published>2008-08-24T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:50:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a GUY thing.</title><content type='html'>Ed Westwick a poet? seriously? no, i mean, SERIOUSLY?? i guess it's hard for me to believe it because his character on Gossip Girl has stuck on my mind and i've been seeing Chuck Bass and Ed Westwick as one. in terms of personality, i mean. but.. really?? hahaha. sorry, i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is westwick's untitled poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me what can you want?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ve got it all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Things are real in a handshake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rest my bones these days in a different way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cherish the change; it may not stay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember your dress, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like dreams when you wake with a sudden start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’re beside me in the dark,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wrapped in my arms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is being entranced in a glance,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To muster up courage when you’re flustered,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To stumble on the words you prepare.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t worry about the money that went down the drain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because the best things in life are free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; (Source: &lt;a href="http://tvwatch.people.com/2008/08/22/gossip-girls-ed-westwick-actor-rocker-poet/?xid=rss-topheadlines"&gt;TV Watch&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it really romantic, however. if i were the girl whom ed westwick dedicated that poem to, OMJ! you won't be able to talk to me for weeks 'cause i'm gonna be totally day- and nightdreaming. haha. honestly though, i still can't get myslef to believe that he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;romantic. a guy can be romantic in other different ways, you know. he could give flowers and chocolates. or stare at your eyes and tell you how lucky he is that you've fallen for him. or buy you the bag you've been wanting to purchase for months but you don't have the money to get it. or surprise you on your birthday when he told you he can't be there 'cause he has an important trip to go to. or play a song on his guitar and sing to you. you know, those kind of normal kilig, romantic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never known a guy who writes love poems... or maybe i do, i just don't know it. i mean, come on! guys who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;sensitive and emotional? they're supposed to be too busy playing basketball, strumming their guitar, hunting for girls, telling jokes, farting on each other's faces to be writing mushy, knee-weakening verses. nah. what the heck? i'm just generalizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as opposed to what i was previously blabbing on, there are actually a lot of boys who are poetic. i mean, there are MUSICIANS, gazillion of them are emerging artists who compose their own great songs. song lyrics are like poems, too, and they're equally full of emotions. the most bad-ass looking, skinny jeans- and eyeliner-wearing guys may be the most sensitive ones of their kind after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a TOAST goes to Ed Westwick and his really beautiful poem and to the men all around the globe who are no longer afraid to show their feelings and wear women's clothes and make-up. although you're becoming in touch with your feminine side, YOU GUYS ROCK THE GIRLS' WORLD. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4852532656839062895?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4852532656839062895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4852532656839062895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4852532656839062895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4852532656839062895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-guy-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a GUY thing.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5688505748454512552</id><published>2008-08-24T05:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:36:12.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in Manila.</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God. i couldn't sleep anymore! and i know why. i had a hell of a week. like, everyday, i'd sleep at 12midnight and wake up at 2-4am, studying, because i was expecting to be taking the tests that i missed when i got sick. tapos lagi naman nare-reschedule. i was so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i got a really bad headache so i slept at past 7pm. i was actually aiming for a 12-hour sleep so i could make up for the deprivation. tapos eto naman ngayon. dilat na dilat na mga mata ko. gutom pa ako! uggggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tons of stuff to do pa today and jim went home last night because he has a 3-day vacation. i've got no one to help me clean the entire room! pissed, pissed, pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's start the morning right and pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank... you.. GOD! kasi i only have one thing to worry about, my banking test on tuesday. thank you for helping me get through the tough and sticky situations of the past three weeks. i'm also grateful that my case of dengue wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as terrible as most cases. please kill all mosquitoes in the world because, seriously, i don't get what their purpose in life is. to inject people with their sharp thingy, suck blood and leave skins itching? please, please, Lord. it's affecting the lives of so many mammals, such as human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and, God, i really wish that you'd give me more opprotunities to be patient, hardworking, strong and courageous. i really, really want to be a better person. i want it as badly as i want to have a Canon EOS 40D camera. please take care of my mom, my dad, my mommy, my lolo and all the people who are so dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5688505748454512552?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5688505748454512552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5688505748454512552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5688505748454512552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5688505748454512552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepless-in-manila.html' title='sleepless in Manila.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8889084397067250914</id><published>2008-08-23T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:24:11.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED is MARTIAL.</title><content type='html'>MARTIAL---pinaghalong Marcos, MATIAS at Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ganito yun. pumunta ako ng faculty room. hinanap ko si sir fabie kasi may special quiz akong itatake. hindi ko natanong sa classroom kasi umalis agad siya. hindi lang pala siya mabilis magsalita, mabilis din palang maglakad, hindi ko tuloy nahabol. anyway, wala siya sa faculty room. ewan ko kung saang sulok ng commerce building siya nagtatago. nakasabayan kong lumabas si SIR PANTALEON MATIAS. ang ever so famous na ex-professor ko sa english. bakit siya sikat? dahil sa isang kulay na hindi naman talaga bagay sa kanya dahil lalo siyang umiitim---ang PULA. paborito niya yun dahil yun ang kulay ng partido ni Ferdinand Marcos as opposed to the color YELLOW ni Corazon Aquino. oo, maka-Marcos si Pantaleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paiikliin ko na nga etong kwento ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;estudyante (boy)&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagmano kay sir matias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir, hello po!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;matias&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tumingin sa pulang bag na hawak ng estudyante&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anung nakalagay dyan?? Baka naman may DILAW sa loob nyan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir, wala po! Nakalagay po dyan yung PULA kong SHORTS....PULANG T-SHIRT....PULANG SAPATOS...PULANG MEDYAS... PULANG FACE TOWEL...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;matias&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Patingin nga..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam kung totoo yung sinasabi nung lalaking yun pero panigurado lagot siya kung nagsisinungaling man siya. at mas lalo pa siyang malalagot kung may BAHID NG KAHIT ISANG KATITING NA DILAW sa mga gamit na nakalagay sa pulang bag niya na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss... may pagkamalalim ang tagalog, chong! hahahaha. buwan nga pala ng wika ngayon. hindi ko man lang naramdaman. ayos lang! araw-araw naman akong nagfi-FILIPINO eh. for me, este, para sa akin, araw-araw ay selebrasyon ng pagkakaroon ng wika...... woooooh! utot! haha.  naku, paniguradong ipapa-boycott ni sir matias yung &lt;a href="http://www.iamninoy.com/"&gt;iamNINOY campaign&lt;/a&gt;. lagot ako! pinopromote ko pa man din. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun.. ay SHET! ala-una na! kailangan ko pa palang bumalik sa school para hanaping muli si fabie. oh siya, PAALAM MUNA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8889084397067250914?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8889084397067250914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8889084397067250914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8889084397067250914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8889084397067250914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-is-martial.html' title='RED is MARTIAL.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7518071504849479213</id><published>2008-08-21T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:56:11.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baliw sa'yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aileen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"alam mo ba na pinasosyal lang yung term na 'skin asthma'. sa tagalog, yun yung buni, hadhad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"galis?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aileen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ay, parang kanina, habang inaantay ko si sir tiu. naisip ko, di ba TOMMY tiu name niya? TOMAS tiu naman talaga dapat di ba? ang arte! pinasosyal pa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vincent:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sinong kausap mo kanina??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "wala. ako lang. kinakausap ko sarili ko. ang tagal kong nag-aantay eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7518071504849479213?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7518071504849479213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7518071504849479213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7518071504849479213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7518071504849479213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/baliw-sayo.html' title='baliw sa&apos;yo.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8157064672111928200</id><published>2008-08-21T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:58:01.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy pill won't work on me. :)</title><content type='html'>i don't know if i should be happy or pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to take the fin102 exam this afternoon. i waited for one and a half hour for prof. tiu. hungry. sweaty. tired. then he rescheduled to tuesday next week. i forgot to bring my reviewer today so i prepared myself for the worse---flunk the test. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, i was given another chance to study. but the longer it takes, i'm guessing that i'd start to feel lazier about reviewing. kanina kasi, tanggap na tanggap ko na, if ever i'll get a failing mark on the test. ewan ko. tinamaan na naman ako ng katamaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of katamaran, meron na namang crazy and stupid idea si sir fabie kanina: ANTI-LAZY PILL. it's a cure for laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sir fabie:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only problem is that if you're too lazy to take the pill..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga. how will you get cured?? hayyyyy.. grabe.. so smart. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THINGS TO DO TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prepare for report on case#10 in fin102.&lt;br /&gt;2. learn how to do credit scoring.&lt;br /&gt;3. separate clothes for laundry.&lt;br /&gt;4. clean room kahit pakonti-konti. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. review for law exam. (saturday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8157064672111928200?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8157064672111928200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8157064672111928200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8157064672111928200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8157064672111928200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-pill-wont-work-on-me.html' title='crazy pill won&apos;t work on me. :)'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8537829792686562184</id><published>2008-08-20T12:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:27:16.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mama Wanted My Sassy Girl</title><content type='html'>it's been raining hard... again! i thought classes were going to be suspended. i guess i was wrong... again! i heard that there's a typhoon and that its name is KAREN. i swear to God, i had nothing to do with it!!!!!!!!! harhar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home early (before 11am) because the tqm prof was absent. i thought i'd study for my tests tomorrow. as usual, i'm hooked on the laptop. i'm multi-tasking...again! [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is up with this "...again" thing??? it's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi-task#1: downloading songs for iPod. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunately, not mine. my brother's.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;multi-task#2: blogging.&lt;br /&gt;multi-task#3: watching The Hills. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's on pause r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ight now. well, d-oh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;muti-task#4: downloading iTunes, which is taking forever!&lt;br /&gt;multi-task#5: friendster.&lt;br /&gt;multi-task#6: multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, do you think i'd have more time to study? nah. i thought so too. but i will start... a little later. i also forgot to mention that i sucked at my fin103 test this morning! i wasn't able to browse my notes before i took it because after i showed my medical certificate, the prof made me sit at the back corner of the room and told me to begin answering the paper. without a doubt, i didn't do so well. also, i'm disappointed with my fin101 prelim grade--79.55. prof. magbata doesn't give special quizzes and seat works. i missed two activities and my exam result wasn't so good. she said i have to do better on the second half of the semester. it's either i get a passing grade or a higher one. i don't want to flunk! please, that's on the bottom part of the list of things i want to happen. i really want to maintain a good grade. but as of now, i think i'm doing alright naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and if you haven't noticed, i have the MOST KICK-ASS BLOG TEMPLATE EVER! hahahahaha. let's do the dance! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oooh, oooh! .... oooh, oooh!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this part is taken from the movie Chuck and Larry. the part where Sandler and Biel were celebrating their "Girls' Day". haha.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVIE RECOMMENDATIONS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY MAMA&lt;/span&gt; - starring Tina Fey and Amy Poehler&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG! you'll laugh your ass off like i did. it's a super duper hilarious film. i want to type a synopsis, you know i do, but it would take me forever to do that so you might want to visit &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt; for movie plots, quotes, reviews, cast, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKu_NOIdYgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h0dQrwXy8I8/s1600-h/baby_mama_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKu_NOIdYgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h0dQrwXy8I8/s320/baby_mama_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236489225601114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell you that i really LOOOOVED the film! fey and poehler are completely a great comedy duo. it's a story about starting an unlikely friendship between two different people. it's... wow! i'm telling you-- watch this film!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt; - starring Morgan Freeman, James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKvD7fnPn8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dsx6VDFTTUE/s1600-h/wantednyccposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKvD7fnPn8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dsx6VDFTTUE/s320/wantednyccposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236494418614132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've been wanting to see this movie since the day it got released in the US. i've been hearing a lot of great feedbacks about the film but i couldn't get to watch it because i had no one to watch it with. i finally saw it yesterday. i enjoyed it very very much even if i was... well, alone. haha. i was laughing by and saying "Woooow, ang galiiing!!" to myself and though it looked sad, i really had fun watching the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really cool. pati casting, ang galing! james mcavoy really doesn't look like an action star and the role of a lousy man, who has a terrible job, a best friend who cheats on his girlfriend, an extremely lousy life, and who will later turn into an assasin, fits him perfectly. why? because he looks like a weakling. haha. totoo! tapos when he's holding a gun na, my goodness, he's a bad ass! hahahaha. he's great in the movie. interestingly, you'll find him cute if not HOT. hehehe. panoorin niyo! as in, super ganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SASSY GIRL&lt;/span&gt; (US)- starring Jesse Bradford and Elisha Cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKvGUuhxgaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DqIZuFDdIm4/s1600-h/30wxszp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKvGUuhxgaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DqIZuFDdIm4/s320/30wxszp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236497051137704354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i want you to see this flick so you could review it and tell me if it's better than the original Korean film or if it deserves to be dubbed as "One of the Most Boring Movies Ever Made". i think that if you've seen the original, you'll be disappointed with this one. But if you haven't, maybe there's a chance that you'll like this version. probably... i don't know. go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have to admit, there were a few parts in the movie which i liked because those were the ones i enjoyed in the Korean version. my all-time favorite was the slapping of each other's faces because of a bet. haha. again, i recommend that you watch this film not because it's super ganda but because i want you to judge it yourself. don't tell me i didn't warn you though. hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8537829792686562184?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8537829792686562184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8537829792686562184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8537829792686562184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8537829792686562184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/multi-tasks-and-movies.html' title='Baby Mama Wanted My Sassy Girl'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SKu_NOIdYgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h0dQrwXy8I8/s72-c/baby_mama_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8566917469029591194</id><published>2008-08-19T14:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:56:14.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gusto ko lang MAG-ARAL, ok???</title><content type='html'>Oh my effin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merde!&lt;/span&gt; i can't believe the laptop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;the printer isn't working with me. i have to have a hard copy of the fin102 lectures or else... i'm completely screwed! for your info, i haven't taken the prelim exam in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fin103, fin102&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; law&lt;/span&gt;. so if you think that i'm like YOU who's test-worry-free, you're absolutely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%$!%#$%!!!!!!!! OMG, pati microsoft powerpoint tinotopaaaaaaaak!! shiiiiit talaga! what the hell is wrong??! can't i get a chance to fix my life, get better grades and have some time to STUDY?? is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you didn't know, i just recovered from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;. in the past weeks, i was unmotivated, sad, unenergetic, hopeless and restless. i had experienced a tremendous emotional stress that i no longer enjoyed coming to school. believe it or not, i even considered dropping out of college. i was at the lowest point of my life and i couldn't think of a way of getting out of it. then came the turning point---getting sick, having my blood extracted several times a day which was fucking painful by the way, being absent for a whole week, missing out on quizzes, home works and seatworks... while at the hospital, i came to realize how much i'll be spending time with BOREDOM and MISERY if i weren't in school. the 7 days i spent in st. luke's medical center were like 7 days in hell. you have no idea how much i hate needles and blood! it was like i was being punished for cursing school and life itself. it was excruciating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally thought that it was better to stay miserable doing projects and reciting in class than staying at home, or worse, in the hospital, doing the same unproductive things every single day. i don't want to be care-free forever. my brain needs to stress out on stuff sometimes, i guess. but the most important thing i learned is that we should have a sense of purpose so that we'll have a driving force to wake up each day and LIVE. if you're wondering what my purpose is, well, it's plain simple---experiencing the great things life has to offer. nothing is perfect. there may be challenges to overcome but i'm more excited to receive the rewards and treats. in school, it may seem impossible to finish the mountain-like load of work, but through enough perseverance, determination and motivation, i don't think we'll find it hard to use the word POSSIBLE all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, please, please... i'm calling all gods and goddesses, saints, witches and wizards, George Bush, Mahatma Gandhi and... uhm, whoever else is powerful and influential.... to help me fix my laptop and printer so i could prepare myself for the exams which i'll be taking tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on meditative state&lt;/span&gt;) hummmmm... hummmm... hummmmm... hummmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, God. this is dumb. sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8566917469029591194?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8566917469029591194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8566917469029591194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8566917469029591194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8566917469029591194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/gusto-ko-lang-mag-aral-ok.html' title='gusto ko lang MAG-ARAL, ok???'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1752891322902939998</id><published>2008-08-16T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:02:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer on SICK LEAVE.</title><content type='html'>just a quick entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on FRIENDSTER and BLOG LEAVE due to being hospitalized for dengue fever and the prelim exams week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two weeks have been tough on me. i lost weight! my goodness. and we all thought that a toothpick couldn't get any thinner. i missed three exams and i was supposed to take them today. i went to school but the faculty room was closed. dammit! i studied the whole night tapos nasayang lang. sana nakauwi na ako sa dagupan kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to take off. i'll buy DVDs in quiapo first then go to the bus terminal in cubao. i miss home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, ohyeah, ohyeah.... before i leave, ONE SUPER DUPER HUMONGOUS GOOD NEWS!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm on the DEAN'S LIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fucking shit! i never thought that i did well on my second year. i thought i sucked. but hey, i guess sucking gets you an award. haha. it's very very nice to know that the whole family's proud of me. mama said she cried after hearing the news. awwww. i wish she's here during the recognition day. she missed a lot of the most important moments of my life. she and papa are the reasons why i'm struggling to be included in the DL anyway. it's sad that she can't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww... now i'm making myself cry! stop the drama.. it's supposed to be a happy day. thanks to God, my parents, my family and my friends for being my inspiration. you guys keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1752891322902939998?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1752891322902939998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1752891322902939998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1752891322902939998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1752891322902939998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-longer-on-sick-leave.html' title='no longer on SICK LEAVE.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-464571505259004405</id><published>2008-07-30T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:42:50.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3tQxJw7-Dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3tQxJw7-Dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Yours (cover) by Chris Cendana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;finally. a great piece of real music. although the song was just a cover, originally performed by Jason Mraz, i really fell in love with the way &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ccendana"&gt;Chris Cendana&lt;/a&gt; has put his own style into it. and the beat? my God, it was perfect! i especially love the CUP part.. i think the inspiration came from the &lt;a href="http://www.happyslip.com/2007/12/21/happyslip-jingle"&gt;HappySlip Jingle&lt;/a&gt;. Chris, who lives in West Virginia, USA, has tons of other videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. you guys will enjoy his original compositions, too. he's my new 'Acoustic God'. actually, he's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;'Acoustic God'. anyway, i hope you like his music as much as i did. also, i wish record labels would recognize his awesomeness and sign him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top favorite Chris Cendana original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wivmk-6eP40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wivmk-6eP40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You&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/1780464157400753511-464571505259004405?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/464571505259004405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=464571505259004405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/464571505259004405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/464571505259004405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/acoustic-god.html' title='Acoustic God!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7772843227461617274</id><published>2008-07-30T11:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:56:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pa-cheeseburger ka na!</title><content type='html'>despite the whinings and all that crap, there were still some fun and interesting stuff that happened since last week. the highlights are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; khrystian, my 13-year old brother, was elected as FIRST YEAR REPRESENTATIVE in their high school. the excerpts from the speech that made him win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung iniisip niyo na lahat ng mga basketball players ay may mga ugali na hindi maganda, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ibahin niyo ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kapag binoto niyo ako, magpapa-cheeseburger ako!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (from that famous McDonald's commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was me who told him to say the latter. he was actually absent for three days, monday to wednesday last week, because we went to apply for a passport. so he wasn't able to join the room-to-room campaign. the elections happened on friday and before that was the grand rally where the candidates were given a chance to promote themselves for the final time. that was khrystian's only opportunity so he asked me to help him think of a perfect speech. i immediately remembered the McDo commercial because during the UAAP basketball games, there's this portion where a group of students is shown on TV. tapos in the background was the cheer "Burger! Burger! Burger!" haha. that was the only thing i contributed in the speech though. the rest was probably khrystian's idea. congrats, bro! you make us more proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; i got really huge PASA on my thighs and knees from last saturday's football training. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first of all, what's the english term for pasa?&lt;/span&gt;) i missed three consecutive trainings before that so i made up for the time i didn't attend, thus, a completely battered body. haha. i super had fun though. it was the first time in years that i played while it was raining hard. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; i bought my own spikes last monday. it was on sale in adidas' outlet store in tutuban mall. thanks to luck, i got a 60% off! wuhoo. lovelove my new shoes. i feel really sorry for my nike running shoes, which i use during trainings. it was soaked in mud, sweat and water and i don't think it will last another day on the field. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; mayor rosario camma of nagtipunan, quirino wore a g-string on the red carpet before President Arroyo's SONA (State of the Nation's Address). 'bahag' talaga yun, which is a traditional ethnic costume, i just called it g-string, well, because it totally looked  like an underwear. he really caught my attention, the whole country's actually. i can't believe he wore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;to a formal event. and how did the people seating beside, at the back of and in front of him feel about sitting next to a man whose half naked? and wasn't he freezing in that attire? good thing he brought tons of confidence and pride with him because i seriously couldn't pull that off. come to think of it, he really made a buzz wearing that completely inexpensive piece compared to those lady politicians and the wives of the other government officials (slash socialites) who spent P30,000-P150,000 on just one gown! honestly, it's a ridiculous amount... and so are they. the sad part of it though is that i couldn't find a picture of mayor camma on that g-string. there's no video covering the sona red carpet on youtube either. i wanted to post it here so you guys could see, if you haven't watched/read the news in the past days. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy! Mayor Camma, halos wala ka ng saplot.. Pa-cheeseburger ka naman! Burger! Burger! Burger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7772843227461617274?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7772843227461617274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7772843227461617274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7772843227461617274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7772843227461617274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/pa-cheeseburger-ka-na.html' title='pa-cheeseburger ka na!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7784893783568284610</id><published>2008-07-28T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:17:59.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebel.</title><content type='html'>what's the most effective cure for LAZINESS? seriously? ang tamad ko! lalo na sa school. what the hell is happening to me?! i have a fin104 quiz tomorrow and a law recitation covering one whole chapter. the most frustrating thing is that i DON'T CARE. it's weird. at times like this, i used to panic and stress so much about it. but now, it's totally different. it's like i've grown tired of school and studying. this is not me. i've never been this lazy before. where is this coming from? i've talked myself into persevering because there's only less than a year left before graduation. but i really really lost self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad because i'm giving myself and other people another reason to become disappointed. also, i'm completely aware of this problem and yet i'm not putting extra effort into dealing with it. sucks. bahala na. whatever is the outcome, i'll accept it. i guess i just have to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Did you know that the name MARY means &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebellion&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; in Hebrew and in English? That KAREN in Scandinavian, Greek, Latin, Swedish, French and Danish means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? And that GAYLE means '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gives joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' in Hebrew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just sheer coincidence. but does our name define who we are or is it us who gives definition to it? go figure.&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/1780464157400753511-7784893783568284610?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7784893783568284610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7784893783568284610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7784893783568284610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7784893783568284610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/rebel.html' title='rebel.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4837352629195902296</id><published>2008-07-24T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:34:50.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama bear got scared.</title><content type='html'>super duper funny! my dad can't get over it. he kept laughing when we remind him of this video. i hope you guys enjoy it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7h-ov2I4aJU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7h-ov2I4aJU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4837352629195902296?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4837352629195902296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4837352629195902296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4837352629195902296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4837352629195902296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-bear-got-scared.html' title='mama bear got scared.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7703147575057898926</id><published>2008-07-24T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:18:40.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freebies and FA's.</title><content type='html'>let's do some countdowns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 days&lt;/span&gt; to go before i get my PASSPORT. wuhoo! can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-6 absences&lt;/span&gt; more before i get an FA (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failure due to absences&lt;/span&gt;) in law1.. booo!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 days&lt;/span&gt; to go before peace will be disturbed.. again! the family will come to manila to celebrate kiara's birthday and also to drive mama to the airport which will happen..&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 days from&lt;/span&gt; now! :(&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 and 1/2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; to go before the prelim exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama bought shirts and jeans from Bench last night so she got three free tickets for the Experience Blackout denim and underwear show for tomorrow. i'll definitely and willingly go for two reasons: 1.) the word "free" excites me and 2.) the fact that it's one of the biggest events in manila. unfortunately and unshockingly, the seats are in the general admission which is super far from the runway na. mama said we should bring binoculars na lang. haha. as much as i want to, i don't think the guards would allow us anyway. hahaha. i'll just keep the tickets to remember how i ALMOST watched an underwear show. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7703147575057898926?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7703147575057898926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7703147575057898926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7703147575057898926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7703147575057898926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/freebies-and-fas.html' title='freebies and FA&apos;s.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7414655295416401611</id><published>2008-07-18T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:51:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the better.</title><content type='html'>OMG. you have no idea how much i'm hurting right now! akala ko hindi na ako iiyak. i still have more tears to shed pa pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my friends na hindi na ako masaya...sa school, ETCETERA. for some reasons, nawalan na ko ng drive para mag-aral. bigla na lang akong nawalan ng inspirasyon. ewan ko. it's just so difficult to take my mind off certain issues. ang hirap. sobrang hirap! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa akin lang naman, i'd choose the decision where no one would get hurt anymore. kumpleto nga, hindi naman masaya. i'd rather lose things and be happy instead of have them but be sad all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you can't handle the worst, you don't deserve the best.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-a quote sent by jassie a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, all i want to say to you is SORRY. sorry for the shortcomings and sorry if love wasn't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7414655295416401611?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7414655295416401611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7414655295416401611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7414655295416401611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7414655295416401611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-better.html' title='for the better.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4754034196914418777</id><published>2008-07-17T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:06:23.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy, happy. joy, joy.</title><content type='html'>did you watch the UST-DLSU game this afternoon? grabe, it was freakin' exciting! i watched it on TV but it felt like i was really there. pag nanunuod kasi ako sa araneta or wherever, talon ako ng talon tapos sumisigaw, etc. eh kanina, kahit mag-isa lang ako, tumatalon pa rin ako! haha. tapos i kept squealing and saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, tanga! Bakit hindi mo pinasa??&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, bobo! Hindi pumasok!&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha. feel na feel ko, in fairness. :P unfortunately, UST lost by ONE point. sayang, oo. but it was fine, really. kasi the game was so intense. at least the tigers have made a statement: they're back to reclaim the championship throne. o-ha? may ganun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like ages since the last UAAP basketball season ended. it's one of the few things i look forward to. wala lang. watching basketball takes off the stress from school, home and some other stuff. nakinood pa nga sila kuya alex at kuya paul sandali eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuya paul:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uy, si Allera oh. Taga-diyan lang yan sa kabila eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talaga po?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuya paul:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo. Nakakausap ko pa nga siya minsan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talaga?? Crush ko yan eh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuya paul:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino? Si Allera? Sige, sabihin ko nga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kuya, waaaaaag!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had it with my crushes finding out that i like them. mahirap pag nabubuking. hindi ako makakain at makapag-aral mabuti. hahahaha. joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, karol and i attended the football training. there were only five of us. my right foot hurts so baaaad! ate steph taught me how to do the penalty kick. i sucked! i kept hitting the top part of the ball instead of the bottom. i really need more practice. as soon as possible. ANYONE INTERESTED IN TRAINING ME DURING THEIR FREE TIME?? boys are encouraged to volunteer. hahaha. kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4754034196914418777?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4754034196914418777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4754034196914418777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4754034196914418777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4754034196914418777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='happy, happy. joy, joy.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1105481481061846326</id><published>2008-07-17T11:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:16:19.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unmistaken identity.</title><content type='html'>on my way to the apartment, i saw this really familiar guy. i looked at him while i was walking and he stared at me too. we were 65% unsure whether or not we both know each other. finally, i waved my hand, hoping that he'd recognize me and wave back. well, he did nod his head back at me. great! then i approached him.  i still wasn't convinced that he's the guy i know though. haha. here's the awkward conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uy! papasok ka na?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hindi. pauwi na ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kamusta ka na? nag-iba itsura mo!"&lt;/span&gt;  [wahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikaw nga dyan eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang payat mo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like we completely don't know each other and we're just making conversation so as not to embarrass the other, right? i know. i thought so, too. in my head i was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the f am i doing?! is this really the same guy i went to high school with?&lt;/span&gt;" so, to make sure, i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wait lang.... mark joseph, di ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whew!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"grabe, nag-iba talaga itsura mo. ahahahahahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumawa na lang ako eh. haha. grabe talaga! he looked really different. the last time i saw him was last december during the Paskuhan. he was with haydee and heidi (wehehe). we talked for like a minute or two then i took off with my friends to watch Parokya ni Edgar. i didn't notice whether or not he gained or lost weight then. good thing, he still remembered me 'cause if not, i may have looked like a moron waving my hand at a complete stranger and, worse, talking to one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1105481481061846326?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1105481481061846326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1105481481061846326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1105481481061846326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1105481481061846326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/unmistaken-identity.html' title='unmistaken identity.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7996123549919768354</id><published>2008-07-16T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:09:40.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water baby.</title><content type='html'>i went to school wearing slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought my school shoes but i didn't wear them. the rain this morning was awful, as well as the strong winds that came with it. my skirt got mud stains at the back. although i did come to school looking okay and a bit dry unlike those other people who were soaking wet. hehe. on the way to the classroom, lourdes said having water inside her flats was not the greatest feeling ever. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subukan mo.&lt;/span&gt;" haha. no, thank you. i'm fine with my slippers and muddy toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all wishing that classes be suspended because the water in front of the building rose up to the ankle. the admin didn't announce anything though. i guess they don't want to make the same mistake they did last time. (classes were dismissed at 9:30 am due to heavy rains. then at 12 or 1pm, the sun was shining brightly. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was papa's birthday yesterday. he's 44 now. he doesn't look like he's in his 40s though. wuhooo, pasipsip. haha. love you, papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i forgot to tell you that my cousin NICE and his dad, tito natz, are leaving for canada this saturday. i'm going to miss them! she's the most bibbo cousin i ever have and i'll definitely miss her song and dance numbers which never fail to entertain the family. hopefully, we'll see each other sooner than we think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7996123549919768354?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7996123549919768354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7996123549919768354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7996123549919768354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7996123549919768354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/water-baby.html' title='water baby.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8751083569798063677</id><published>2008-07-16T16:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:46:40.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if, maybe?</title><content type='html'>i can't believe LOST's season 4 has only 14 episodes and that the next season would air on january &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;. it SUCKS. it really does. it took me only two and a half days to finish the whole season. then i have to wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX MONTHS&lt;/span&gt; for the next one??? on the brighter side, i will have more time to do my home work. no more "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamaya na&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuod muna ako&lt;/span&gt;." haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacre bloody bleu&lt;/span&gt;. my study habits aren't so good these past few weeks. the laptop and tv always find a way to tempt me. haha. damn them! honestly, i can't keep up. everyone in class seems completely sure that they belong to FINMAN. they are so attentive during discussions. i have this thought that they enjoy every course we're taking. as for me...my God. you have no idea how bored i am with credit &amp;amp; collection (FIN103)and banking institutions (FIN102). i don't know if the problem is that i don't like the teaching strategy of the profs or i plainly dislike the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have my doubts. i seriously don't have any idea why i'm here. most of my life, i see myself travelling around the world, exploring famous places. it was the reason why my first choice is to take tourism. and yet, i didn't take the freakin' interview so i ended up in commerce. why, oh why?! in the past two years, i've been convincing myself that commerce isn't bad at all and that i may have a future in the business industry. i was also super excited to take finance because i supposed that NUMBERS are fun. math has always been my favorite subject so i figured i'd be alright. unfortunately, simply solving numerical problems was not enough to let myself fully believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; was right for me. i don't know. my mind's messed up. I'M MESSED UP. i can't imagine that until now, i haven't figured out what i want. i just wish that i won't end up having no regular, high-paying job in the future. i really want to do something i enjoy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely love&lt;/span&gt;. although i have no clue what that is... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i hope that i won't disappoint those people who expect so much from me. i seriously don't want to let anyone down, most especially, my 'rents. in the meantime, i swear that i'll do my best to finish what i've started and, with any luck, bag an award or something. you never know. i don't want to put pressure on myself though. i just want things to go real smooth. i want to be able to savor the moment of failing and succeeding. also, i'd be glad to learn, on my own, from my wrong decisions so i could make better ones. i hate being rushed. i don't learn quickly so usually, i would rather take my time. kaya sorry kung hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa alam kung ano ang gusto kong mangyari sa buhay ko. i'm really just a late bloomer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8751083569798063677?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8751083569798063677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8751083569798063677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8751083569798063677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8751083569798063677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/dum-dum-dum-dum.html' title='what if, maybe?'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1134081942081348272</id><published>2008-07-13T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:12:52.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the lesson is..</title><content type='html'>it's been a shitty weekend although i did have fun hanging out with the youngsters. my life has been on a roller coaster this week and i definitely want to throw up and just get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made me feel a whole lot better was the Sunday mass this evening. Fr. Loi/Loy shared about the importance of listening. he said that if we tried, as in really tried, to listen, then we'd be able to understand one another a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A husband came from work and said to his wife, '&lt;/span&gt;Sweetheart, pahingi ng kape.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' Dapat we should read between the lines kasi yung husband, he's telling his wife na itigil na yung pagme-make-up, itigil na yung ginagawa niya, yung panonood ng TV, etcetera. Kasi naghahanap yung asawa ng ATENSYON! pero ang narinig lang nung wife eh yung word na 'kape' so anung sinabi niya sa asawa niya? '&lt;/span&gt;Kape? Andyan sa lamesa oh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.' Sabay turo gamit ang nguso. Biruin niyo, mas matangos pa yung nguso niya kaysa sa ilong! Ayan ang problema sa karamihan sa atin ngayon. Hindi tayo marunong makinig.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he demonstrated that when you remove your left ear, then your right ear and put them together (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WARNING: do not try this at home.&lt;/span&gt; hehe), what shape does it form? a HEART. so then he explained that we should all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen with our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;when Fr. Loi/Loy was 9 yrs. old, he shared that he lost his father. his mother said to him and his two other brothers, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako na muna ang magtatrabaho.&lt;/span&gt;" Fr. Loi said that he understood. she wasn't only trying to tell them that from that day on, she would be the only person supporting the needs of the family. what she said also meant that life would be more difficult and that they, the kids, would have to study harder, refrain from going out with friends too much, stop spending on unnecessary things and rebel against the family. he completely understood kasi nakinig siyang maigi gamit ang puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to elaborate more on the moral of the sermon. i'll just leave you with your own reflections. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1134081942081348272?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1134081942081348272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1134081942081348272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1134081942081348272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1134081942081348272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-lesson-is.html' title='and the lesson is..'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1021927880226465795</id><published>2008-07-09T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:15:40.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang hindi marunong magbilang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;60 things you didn't know about me until you read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;- violet.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;Name one person that made you smile today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;- marami eh. one lang? 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln127"&gt;Do any of your friends have children?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln128"&gt;- si mama reina. haha. joke joke! yes, i do have friends with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln128');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln129"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln129');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln130"&gt;What do you usually do during the day?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln130');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln131"&gt;- go to class, eat brunch, watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln131');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln132"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln132');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln133"&gt;Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln133');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln134"&gt;- yesss.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln134');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln135"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln135');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln136"&gt;Do you use the word hello daily?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln136');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln137"&gt;- yes. but it's more like 'hellowwww' or 'hallooo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln137');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln138"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln138');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln139"&gt;Do you like cats?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln139');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln140"&gt;- ok lang--&gt; definition: in between hate and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln140');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln141"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln141');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln142"&gt;Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln142');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln143"&gt;- anu un? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln143');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln144"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln144');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln145"&gt;How did you get your worst scar?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln145');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln146"&gt;- sa katangahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60 things daw. eh binilang ko. 49 lang kaya. test ba ito kung tanga ako o hindi? haha. finance major talaga! basta numbers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1021927880226465795?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1021927880226465795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1021927880226465795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1021927880226465795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1021927880226465795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/ang-hindi-marunong-magbilang.html' title='ang hindi marunong magbilang'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3798802920530936168</id><published>2008-07-01T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:51:37.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will find you.</title><content type='html'>i have great news and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiest bag i've ever had for half a day is gone. yes, the one i bought last sunday. and yes, the one i was bragging about. i returned it at celine yesterday because the zipper was broken. i checked it before i bought it and it was fine. but when i got home and transferred my stuff, sira naman! the manager at celine-moa made me pick another bag with a different style kasi lahat daw ng stock nila are also broken. i was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh bakit pa nakadisplay kung sira naman pala lahat??&lt;/span&gt;" i was freakin' furious kasi i really liked the bag. in short, i ended up choosing a firetruck red ladies bag, which is also pretty but my first choice was prettier! i haven't even spent a day with it tapos binalik ko na. i even forgot to say goodbye. :'(   haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na-depress ako. i rily wanted dat bag. cguro ndi talaga pra sakin un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di bale, may darating din na right bag. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news:&lt;br /&gt;1. i got a really good first quiz grade in law. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. despite what jim said about my new red bag last night which made me angrier and sadder, my Dam classmates loved it. ha! jim, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; a man. you have absolutely no idea what a great bag looks like.&lt;br /&gt;3. wolfie and i will finally see each other again this friday. the last time we went out was during my 18th birthday last year. tagal noh? hehe. i missed her!&lt;br /&gt;4. i think we did really well on our eco report. dr. dinio said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alright, we started off great.&lt;/span&gt;" yesss! hard work paid off. special thanks to my groupmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to go kasi i'm trying out for the women's football team. note: football aka soccer. not the american football. wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3798802920530936168?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3798802920530936168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3798802920530936168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3798802920530936168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3798802920530936168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-will-find-you.html' title='it will find you.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6545125212742296827</id><published>2008-06-29T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:07:57.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to believe in.</title><content type='html'>i had a really great time today. although i do feel extremely tired. pag kasama mo ba naman yung lima mong mas nakababatang kapatid buong araw, hindi ka ba mapapagod? haha. ang ingay ingay kanina, nakakarindi. but all was worth it. ang saya talaga pag kasama ang pamilya. *sniff*. hehe. now, it's super quiet here. jim kept saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang saya kanina, noh?&lt;/span&gt;":(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left an hour ago pa. this morning we attended mass at the ust chapel, then we watched the pacquiao-diaz fight on TV (mabuhay ang Pilipinas! mabuhay si pacquiao na "tinitingalaan" daw ni kevin garnett. haha.). naka-chat din namin si mama sa ym. sosyal noh? naka-webcam kami pero si mama hindi. ayun, nahalatang hindi kami camera shy kasi we would always make funny faces. one time, papa and jim were macho dancing for mama. hahaha. we all had fun. we picked up maan at 3pm then went straight to MOA. we did a little shopping tapos umuwi na agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i super duper love my new bag. i bought it at celine. it's the best bag i've ever bought (no offense to my other bags. :D). it's also probably the most expensive. pero it's a great investment naman. not an expense. haha. tapos maan treated me to a cup of Dippin' Dots. i had the blueberry cheesecake flavor while she had the java coffee. sarrrrap! ice cream siya na binilog na parang kulangot. hahaha. basta, ganun kaliit sa bala ng pellet gun. or probably smaller. P80 yung regular cup which is really small. pag first timer ka, tulad ko, magugulat ka talaga sa price. pero ang tsalap tsalap talaga eh! tsaka nilibre ako kaya mas sumarap. haha. try niyo! recommended talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. natapos na rin ako sa pag-ayos ng written report namin sa eco. we have a group report tomorrow. i haven't reviewed my part yet. sobrang pagod na ako. after this, i'll sleep already tapos tomorrow ng 3 or 4am na lang ako magpapractice ng mga sasabihin ko. mababaliw na ako! haha. before that happens, matutulog muna ako. bukas na lang yung paghahasik ko ng kabaliwan. good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;khrystian didn't get mad about me posting his video on youtube. natuwa pa nga eh. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6545125212742296827?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6545125212742296827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6545125212742296827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6545125212742296827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6545125212742296827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-really-great-time-today.html' title='something to believe in.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1598264317291395016</id><published>2008-06-27T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:22:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy lay-deh!</title><content type='html'>it's my cousin maan's birthday tomorrow! she's turning &lt;s&gt;17&lt;/s&gt; 16. a super sweet girl with a real talent in cooking. LOVE YOU, cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGS8hqaL1CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BqNtwzXgsIU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGS8hqaL1CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BqNtwzXgsIU/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216501554907698210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty girl poses with GODZILLA in the background. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1598264317291395016?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1598264317291395016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1598264317291395016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1598264317291395016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1598264317291395016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexy-lay-deh.html' title='sexy lay-deh!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGS8hqaL1CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BqNtwzXgsIU/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1459829885526990239</id><published>2008-06-27T16:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:57:31.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birth of the kung fu panda.</title><content type='html'>hey, ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just arrived from tri noma. spent some 'alone' time with myself. again. i bought havs for khrystian. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my gift&lt;/span&gt; for his birthday this sunday. nah, i spent his own money. i kept his $30 and thought he'd forget that i have it. but he remembered. sucks for me. haha. anyway, he's turning 13 on June 29. he's getting older.... and BIGGER! he was never thin. actually, he was never a normal sized boy. haha. but he's our chubby wubby cutie pig, uh i mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt;. i could definitely say that i am closer to him compared to my other siblings because he laughs a lot and he makes people laugh a lot too. it's his special gift. he's very approachable and his personality charms everyone who meets him. pag nakilala mo siya, for the first time, matutuwa ka agad sa kanya. lalo na pag sinasabi niyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gutom na siya. &lt;/span&gt;haha. also, he's the weirdest of all my brothers. one time, when we were at the back of papa's pick-up, jim, me and tian were talking about the number of kids we want to have. all of us answered four or five. then tian said he wants his eldest to be a boy. but when his kid starts to grow older, he wants him to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay. &lt;/span&gt;i was like, what the f*ck are you talking about? we asked him why. hindi daw niya alam basta parang ang saya daw magkaron ng anak na bakla. if he's completely serious, he'd be the first father i know who forces his son to like men. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i say anything more, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, khrystian!&lt;/span&gt; i hope you continue to make everyone around you smile. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be saving you from total embarrassment but this video is freakin' hilarious! i want the world to know that you are a true blessing to the entertainment industry. and casting directors are dumb enough not to sign you in any comedy film or show. damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zreVmZd3bQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zreVmZd3bQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring JIM KHRYSTIAN PADILLA&lt;br /&gt;with special appearance of JIM KHRYSTOFFER PADILLA&lt;br /&gt;singer of "supahpapalicious": YOURS TRULY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1459829885526990239?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1459829885526990239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1459829885526990239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1459829885526990239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1459829885526990239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/birth-of-kung-fu-panda.html' title='the birth of the kung fu panda.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5902910489439372923</id><published>2008-06-26T22:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:15:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the scars.</title><content type='html'>it was several months ago. i was blog-hopping and i came to read this wonderful, really touching story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;once upon a time, there was this big piece of rock living peacefully on a mountaintop. one day, he gets transported somewhere far, far away. all of a sudden, he receives multiple blows around his body. he gets hurt once, twice, more times. he’s hurt bad. he doesn’t know why he’s being beaten, but it goes on and on. one day, i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;t suddenly all stops. everything becomes peaceful just like it was before. after some time, he notices that people start to look at him, they stop and stare, and he’s wondering why. one day, there were two workers walking by, and they were carrying a big mirror. the rock saw his reflection, and saw, he was now a beautiful statue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then, i couldn't help but remember it every time i feel super upset. nung bata pa ako, mahilig akong maglaro sa labas at tumakbo. sa sobrang likot ko, hindi na bago sa akin yung madapa, magalusan. but whenever i do, i always cry. kasi masakit at mahapdi. also, i was afraid of the isopropyl alcohol that mama used to clean the wound. she used to say, "&lt;i&gt;pag hindi natin yan nilagyan ng alcohol, hindi gagaling yan.&lt;/i&gt;" i'd shut my eyes tight until she finished patting the wet cotton on my skin. i'd cry even more because it stung. then mama would blow my wound to lessen the pain. until now, marami pa rin akong peklat sa legs. dati, i used to be insecure about it. but now, kumapal na ng konti, kahit papaano, yung mukha ko at nagsho-shorts na ako minsan pag naglalakwatsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to realize that scars are nothing to be ashamed of because they define who we are and what we've been through. it serves as a visible and permanent proof of how we were able to endure and survive pain. gaya nung mga sugat ko sa tuhod. tanda yun ng pagkakaroon ko ng napakasayang childhood. i don't need to find old pictures to help myself remember how i was as a kid. tingin na lang sa tuhod, sabay sabi ng "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaah. eto yung consequence ng katangahan ko dati.&lt;/span&gt;" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGOkgOeP_7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I5TfNT_UCIs/s1600-h/DWF15-656602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGOkgOeP_7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I5TfNT_UCIs/s320/DWF15-656602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216193666972909490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be proud! scarred people are beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's also like when we face difficult, complicated problems. we get beat up with stress. we cry a river. we almost want to pull our hair off because we could no longer take the pressure. but, like the stone, we have to be patient because in time, we'd be stronger, more beautiful and more prepared for future blows from that thing we call 'life'. also, people would learn to admire us because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my part naman, naghahanap ako ng karamay. haha. pag hindi ako nag-aral para sa isang quiz, maghahanap ako ng hindi rin nag-aral. ang kapupulutan na aral doon ay MAY KASAMA KA, KAIBIGAN. (sharon cuneta?) haha. seriously though, you are not alone. yun na lang isipin natin. kasi kung feeling mo na wala ng pag-asa, andyan pa si GOD. and sigurado ako na may ISANG TAO na patuloy na magmamalasakit sa'yo at hindi ka huhusgahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naku, tama na nga! is this for real?? haha. i hope we all learned a valuable lesson from the STONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5902910489439372923?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5902910489439372923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5902910489439372923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5902910489439372923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5902910489439372923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/behind-scars.html' title='behind the scars.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGOkgOeP_7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I5TfNT_UCIs/s72-c/DWF15-656602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8173189179388083059</id><published>2008-06-26T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:40:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busted!</title><content type='html'>grabe! no doubt, he absolutely, positively knows. or worse, maybe he thinks i'm obsessed with him! which is so not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my effin' crap! hindi talaga ako marunong magtago! napakaobvious! eeeeeh! nahihiya na talaga ako! i have to stop. really, i should. if this continues, he might file a case against me for stalking. &lt;s&gt;haha&lt;/s&gt;. wait, no 'hahas'. this is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God. where are you in times of sheer desperation? please help me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8173189179388083059?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8173189179388083059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8173189179388083059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8173189179388083059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8173189179388083059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/busted.html' title='busted!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8250826681606335939</id><published>2008-06-26T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:00:07.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finishing touches.</title><content type='html'>why is it so hard to polish our own nails?? i've been trying to paint mine on my right hand and, unfortunately, after redoing everything for the fourth time, i managed to paint only two fingernails. i'm right-handed so it's easier to put color on the ones on my left hand. how do you do it without getting cotton to stick on the wet nail?? i took a break because i'm starting to feel frustrated.  in the first place, the reason why i started to give myself a manicure was to remove the tension and stress i've been feeling throughout the month. right now, it's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... EUREKA! i finally figured out the easiest way to paint your nails! take a picture of your hand and upload it on your computer. then open the photo on 'Paint'. choose the color you desire and 'brush' your nails. and... VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGNF2wHFy0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xtexOfxSmaI/s1600-h/26062008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGNF2wHFy0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xtexOfxSmaI/s320/26062008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216089600355060546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi naman halata, di ba? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if only life is as easy as that. &lt;/span&gt;*sigh* :(&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/1780464157400753511-8250826681606335939?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8250826681606335939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8250826681606335939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8250826681606335939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8250826681606335939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/finishing-touches.html' title='finishing touches.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SGNF2wHFy0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xtexOfxSmaI/s72-c/26062008%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-983615141437005438</id><published>2008-06-24T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:11:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couch patatas.</title><content type='html'>classes resume tomorrow. awwww. bummer! it's not very often that i get to spend three days off from school. i thought that when i begin my major, i'd only spend 4 or 5 days in ust. unfortunately, my sked is still the same as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, what the hell? i've been complaining for the last two years and nothing good came out of it. from now on, i'm going to start to be grateful. i'm very grateful about the freakin' exhausting days in ust and i hope they continue until i graduate. and i'm also thankful for dan layus, augustana's frontman/songwriter, for taking my breath away. (still love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'boston'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'angels', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by the way&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUCuXEYcwDs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUCuXEYcwDs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worry about this semester because i'm still adjusting to a few changes, like a new block, new classmates, new eating place (concepcion st. before, asturias st. now), new place to live in,  the internet connection  and the cable TV in our room! on the top of the list is the TV! it's too overwhelming. i'm afraid that i might be too engrossed on watching ETC. haha. the other day, however, when reina, frenie and i went to sm san lazaro, they were amazed at how much i know about the current news. haha. it started when i asked them if they have seen david beckham's new underwear ad. they haven't and reina said, "wow!" and i started clapping my hands because i was super happy that i'm no longer the last person to know what's happening to the world. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really, really promise not to let the TV and the computer get in the way of my studies. i super want to be in the dean's list this year. it's probably a tough goal but i'm really hoping i'd make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-983615141437005438?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/983615141437005438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=983615141437005438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/983615141437005438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/983615141437005438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/couch-patatas.html' title='couch patatas.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1758788039990617111</id><published>2008-06-24T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:32:25.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different kind of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been looking for a new blog skin since forever! kanina pa akong umaga dito sa upuan na toh. i can't find something that fits my mood right now, which is &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt;. ewan ko na lang kung makahanap ako ng skin na 'tired'. tired skin? pssshhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i downloaded some new songs yesterday and there's one song which i particularly like--&lt;b&gt;"i kissed a girl" by katy perry&lt;/b&gt;. it goes this way, &lt;i&gt;"i kissed a girl and i liked it.. the taste of her cherry chapstick.. i kissed a girl and i liked it... i hope my boyfriend don't mind it.."&lt;/i&gt; haha. it reminded me of reina and frenie. uhm, not because they kissed. (well, not that i'm aware of everything they do and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do. :D) but we have this joke about having &lt;i&gt;lesbian love&lt;/i&gt; for one another. haha. kasi we would like hold hands when we walk, give hugs and sometimes say "i love you, (name here)" in a very maarte way. haha. awww. i miss them. and anna, too. and joed and steph. and i miss my other girlfriends---jane, marielle, shari, janina, grecia, aimi and manilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the song, it's really catchy! i mean, i heard it just yesterday on the radio and now, i can't get it off my head. other recommended downloads are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you do- until june&lt;br /&gt;mercy- duffy&lt;br /&gt;filipina girl- marcus davis&lt;br /&gt;stupid for you- marie digby&lt;br /&gt;everyone nose- n.e.r.d.&lt;br /&gt;say it again- marie digby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there won't be electricity in the building starting from 8pm for TWO hours because they have to "change it from industrial to residential"?? i don't know what that means but i'm making sure that my phone is fully charged. and the laptop too so i could continue watching 'gossip girl'.&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/1780464157400753511-1758788039990617111?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1758788039990617111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1758788039990617111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1758788039990617111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1758788039990617111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/different-kind-of-love.html' title='a different kind of love.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8367037776529528015</id><published>2008-06-12T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:45:43.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't go home without you.</title><content type='html'>Blahs from the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized how much i miss my D-am block mates. it's never the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that my new class is a complete bore or whatever. it just isn't D-am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, highlights of the day were reuniting with reina, frenie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my EX-classmates, btw)&lt;/span&gt; and stephanie, bumping into nikon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jim's former team mate and future UAAP basketball star)&lt;/span&gt; and playing Guitar Hero for the first time&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (which, i discovered, i am soo not good at)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, jim and i are living together na. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Note: he's my brother). &lt;/span&gt;i am no longer a Dapitan girl but am now a P. Noval babe. hahaha! it sucks for him coz he's with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;i am a self-confessed household chore hater. it's a good thing for me coz he's the one who's sooo sipag when it comes to cleaning. we're the YIN and YANG. haha. perfect combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's about it! no great news today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, there's one pala!&lt;/span&gt; hopefully, free tickets from Nikon if he starts to play for the UST Tigers this season. wuhooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8367037776529528015?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8367037776529528015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8367037776529528015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8367037776529528015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8367037776529528015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='i won&apos;t go home without you.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5158285312173525910</id><published>2008-05-29T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:16:52.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath.</title><content type='html'>Kuryenteeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I missed the electric fan. I've never felt this way about it before. I'm at Ninang Bing's house. May kuryente na sila. Kami sa bahay wala pa. You have no idea what we've been through in the past two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        -Nilamon kami ng mga lamok!&lt;br /&gt;        -Nangalay mga kamay namin sa kapa-paypay..&lt;br /&gt;        -We spent 3/4 of the day outside the house kasi mas mainit sa loob&lt;br /&gt;        -At one point, Jim and Khrystian talked to the ants in the garage kasi wala talaga silang ibang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang mabenta yung mga generators dito.  Tapos 15-25 pesos ang sinigil sa mga gustong magpa-charge ng cellphone. Kumikitang Kabuhayan. haha. Ang hirap ng buhay ditooo! It's like we came back to the old days when TVs and computers weren't invented yet. Mali, mali.. Back to the days nung wala pang kuryente, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, before Cosme attacked, I received this text message about a prediction that an earthquake with a 6.4 intensity would hit the Philippines. Hindi natuloy pero ayun nga, si Cosme pala yung dadating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still grateful that my whole family's safe. Tsaka konti lang yung damage sa mga bahay namin. Super kawawa yung iba. Wala talagang natira sa bahay nila. Lalo na siguro yung mga palaboy na walang bahay! Saan kaya sila sumilong??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5158285312173525910?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5158285312173525910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5158285312173525910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5158285312173525910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5158285312173525910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/05/aftermath.html' title='the aftermath.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6824497182851848582</id><published>2008-05-18T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:16:08.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Bum</title><content type='html'>Well.. Well.. Well.. The Whining Bitch has returned. Ahhhhh.. The life without blogging nor internet connection sucks. Actually, my whole summer vacation is in chaos..... so is the city of Dagupan (thanks to typhoon 'Cosme'). I need not elaborate more because up to now, I am still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping &lt;/span&gt;that something 'magical' would happen before the season ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss D-am.. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6824497182851848582?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6824497182851848582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6824497182851848582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6824497182851848582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6824497182851848582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-miss-bum.html' title='Little Miss Bum'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8108319172623402572</id><published>2008-04-13T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:35:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;grecia TAGGED me. didn't have the slightest idea how it works until i read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. i am in love with a lot of guys but i am destined to marry adam sandler. or wesley gonzales. or both. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. i am ACTUALLY a shy person. i'd rather stay at home than meet new people. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. i've been keeping a diary since grade six because a.) i love writing and b.) my long-term memory isn't so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. my addiction to American TV Series started when i borrowed the first season DVD of Scrubs from my room mate. i am currently tuned in to Grey's Anatomy, Lost, Prison Break, Family Guy and The Hills. whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. i am a relative of the sloth. i'm probably the laziest person on earth. i hate household chores. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. i terribly want to tour EUROPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. my secret ambition is to become a hip-hop dancer. unfortunately, dancing doesn't want ME. and it's super funny to see someone as tall as me dance. wala lang. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. my favorite part of a movie is the kissing scene. hahahaha! i have no idea why but i always feel butterflies flying hysterically in my stomach. it's embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. this is my favorite conversation: (from Lost Season 2 ata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;G: i like bald men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;B:..... i'm not bald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;G. i can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAKAS MO, girl!!! harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. i hate rats and cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. janina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. shari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. reina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. frenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. marielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. ladylyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8108319172623402572?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8108319172623402572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8108319172623402572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8108319172623402572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8108319172623402572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6160104633171984284</id><published>2008-04-08T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:55:55.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booze-ness.</title><content type='html'>it's official. FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT MAJOR. whooo! future kotong queen! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;if my life is recorded and saved in a computer file, i'd delete one specific memory right away. shameful talaga! eeeeeeh! hiyang-hiya pa rin ako hanggang ngayon! i want to die..... no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;tinuro ni reina si Tall Guy kanina. haha. pampaganda lalo ng aking umaga. ayun. hmmm.. i couldn't think of anything more to say. siguro eto na lang: i'm super going to miss my block mates! it still hasn't sunk in yet. i loved and enjoyed the last two years of college and i guess i'm afraid that the next two years won't match up to how i felt. i think that it's safe to say that D-am is one of the best things that happened to me. awww.. tear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo takot din ako sa &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;change. &lt;/span&gt;i feel like i'm a freshman all over again. new classmates! new classroom. new section. new professors. new uniform (i think). lahat bago! sobrang pinagdadasal ko na sana may kakilala ako sa class. i am not the first day of school person. i'm super quiet and usually not myself. i remember when i transferred to RCS (laguna), i brought my copy of the guiness book of records. haha! i sat at the back and read it. wala talaga akong kinausap. then when i transferred to st. scho (cavite), napanis din laway ko. sumakit pa pwet ko kasi hindi din ako tumayo sa upuan ko. sosyal ko pa nga daw noon eh, sabi nila wolfie. inglisera pa daw ako. huh! syempre, kailangan magpa-impress. tapos nung sa ust naman, sa pinakalikod din ako umupo. tapos nung may seating arrangement na, wala pa din akong kinausap. reina was late then. she was my seatmate. when she arrived, hindi pa siya nakakaupo nagtanong na ako agad ng "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bakit ka late?&lt;/span&gt;" it wasn't the best conversation starter but it was a start. hahaha. naku, anu naman kaya itsura ko sa susunod na pasukan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever, which i know will only happen in a million years, sana hindi ko classmate si Tall Guy. yun lang. bow! haha. kasi basta! super duper obvious na kasi eh. hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6160104633171984284?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6160104633171984284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6160104633171984284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6160104633171984284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6160104633171984284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/04/booze-ness.html' title='booze-ness.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5597603380978059570</id><published>2008-04-05T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:58:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good girl gone bad.</title><content type='html'>it seems like fate is punishing me for every bad thing i've done. but there isn't a point in wallowing in self-pity, is there? i try extra hard to avoid making the same mistakes but the more i focus on it, it just makes the matter worse. sana lang nareretain sa mind ko lahat ng mga natutunan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;on the less dramatic note, there is a reason to celebrate. for what occasion? i passed the qualifying exams on marketing and finance! it is such a huge relief because i seriously didn't study! i answered the tests with a 95-5 percentage. 95% GUESS and 5% SURE. haha. here's a secret: if you absolutely want something, PRAY! actually it's the only thing you CAN do if you're in a situation like mine when you have no choice but wait for the results. haha. it worked though. HALLELUJAH! confirmation of slots will be on april 8. hell yeah! i'm one step closer to being the future CFO! wuhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;there are tons of other stuff i want to chat about. here's the simplified form to make reading easier:&lt;br /&gt;1. you can now call me KAREN, the CAR OWNER. haha. yes, i have a ride. actually, it's not totally mine. at least HALF of it is. i share it with my brother but my uncle insists that it's his. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i made tacos.... by MYSELF! wuhoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. new TV obsession: LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. finally had the chance to watch the rest of the third season of prison break. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am still weirded out by the thought of KYAN DOUGLAS (queer eye) being gay. i seriously can't get over it. in one QE episode, he was like, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HOLY SH*T! He's such a hunky!&lt;/span&gt;" then on the other, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He could walk around the hotel with his underwear. Those are ass from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;" haha. another proof that good-looking men are either involved in a relationship or GAY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;before i end this entry, i want to give a shout out to REINA, who kept asking me when i'll get to update this blog. well, here you go. it isn't a fun read but i hope it satisfied you, in a way. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY, R!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5597603380978059570?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5597603380978059570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5597603380978059570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5597603380978059570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5597603380978059570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-girl-gone-bad.html' title='good girl gone bad.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6189848911040475879</id><published>2008-03-18T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:09:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you + me = l-o-v-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i almost died from shame today.&lt;/span&gt; i was on my way to buy fried noodles cause i was super hungry. i was near the kiosk already when i saw a glimpse of Tall Guy's head at the nearby convenience store. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, sa sobrang dami ng tao and sa sobrang tangkad nya, ULO lang nya ang nakita ko.&lt;/span&gt;) the first thing i said was, "f*ck! ihavetogo.ihavetogo..ihavetogo..." so i turned around and walked away. it's a big deal kasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i think he knows how i feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have huge dark circles under my eyes! (stupid final exams!)&lt;br /&gt;3. and i haven't combed my hair yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, i didn't feel hungry anymore. it would have been embarrassing if he saw me looking like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. ugh. these are the two things i hate about crushing on someone (was that the correct term?) ---  i always, always act stupid and think that i must always have to look good in front of him. and sometimes, i STARE!! yes, i do that. it's freaky right? when someone stares at you and you don't even know that person? oh my god, i'm FREAKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, i guess that is just how it is. when he's there, i stop talking. i smile. i feel 'butterfingers in my stomach'. i don't tell him. why should i when i'm okay with just seeing him in the morning? you know, typical high school girl crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehn, i need to grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6189848911040475879?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6189848911040475879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6189848911040475879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6189848911040475879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6189848911040475879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-me-l-o-v-e.html' title='you + me = l-o-v-e'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3287276121179299333</id><published>2008-03-12T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:57:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REGACHO LOVER.</title><content type='html'>okay, it's official. i would no longer hire a hitman to kill prof. regacho. haha. she gave us a generous 48/50 for our research paper! super super duper duper happy talaga namin! reina said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhhy, the fruits of your labor...&lt;/span&gt;" ako naman, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo nga! Worth it!&lt;/span&gt;" we were both talking about my pimples. haha. actually, i think 'acne' is the right term. kasi they're super huge and have pus and are about to explode and then the white gooey thing would land on your lips while you're talking to me and you won't notice then you'd lick your lips and say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anu yun? Ang sarap?&lt;/span&gt;" hahahahaha! exaggerated, i know. they're not that big noh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, i squeezed a few minutes into my busy sched to talk about how proud i am with our grade. it was actually a blessing, especially for ehlyu, because she needed to get a higher score to pass the subject. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konti na lang, ehlyu, papasa ka na! kaya mo yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thank you, talaga, ma'am! i promise i won't call you Dora anymore. hehehe. peace tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my STAT research paper group mates:&lt;br /&gt;ABI mendoza&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK mateo&lt;br /&gt;REINA ong&lt;br /&gt;EHLYU paulino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. you guys are so... *sniff* we won't be here if it weren't for our patience, team work and hardwork. thank you! may God bless us more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hoy, i won't honestly want to kill our prof. i'm not a psycho path. i'm a stalker but not a killer. but it's funny--- how i shifted from a dora destroyer (see previous post) to a regacho lover. suck-up! :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3287276121179299333?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3287276121179299333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3287276121179299333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3287276121179299333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3287276121179299333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/03/regacho-lover.html' title='REGACHO LOVER.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2417550849093509956</id><published>2008-03-09T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:40:14.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DORA destroyer!</title><content type='html'>lahat galit na. ako galit na. ikaw, galita na? magalit ka na rin. easy lang, sabihin mo "Grrrrrrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatawa yung mga YM status ng 2-Dam (section namin.):&lt;br /&gt;1. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tae! stats! fuck!!! &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;2. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginagawa ang lintek na Statistics Research Paper. LINTIK! ( Do not disturb me, please!)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;3. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karen p. san k n??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;4. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shet yang stats na yan..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;5. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my brain is turning into MISO...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;6. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano bang name ni REGACHO??????????&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;7. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6:30pm-6:30am&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;8. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love statistix ^_^&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;9. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REGACHO mode&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE FROM steph:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag ka na maiyak jan ha.. Icpin mo nalang ung mga sundalo sa iraq na sumasabak sa gera.. Huh? Anu koneksyon?? Bsta icpn mo lang cla! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2417550849093509956?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2417550849093509956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2417550849093509956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2417550849093509956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2417550849093509956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/03/dora-destroyer.html' title='DORA destroyer!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3299127525051886088</id><published>2008-03-05T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:27:36.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short note.</title><content type='html'>i heart david archuleta of AI! it was love at first sight and hearing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he's not gay though. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3299127525051886088?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3299127525051886088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3299127525051886088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3299127525051886088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3299127525051886088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-note.html' title='short note.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2974538578781101026</id><published>2008-03-01T20:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:38:47.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy love.</title><content type='html'>february isn't just the only month we could celebrate l-o-v-e. screw st. valentine, the inventor of 'Singles' Awareness Day'! boooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, the first reason why i wrote is because my mom and my dad are in their 19TH YEAR of marriage this coming march 4. the two love birds were super inseparable last december and it's so kilig to know that their relationship is still growing stronger. even more kilig that they're still so in love with each other. it turns out that distance will never be a reason for their hearts to grow distant. wait, that sounded redundant. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, MAMA and PAPA! pagplanuhan na natin yung 50th wedding anniv. celebration niyo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;the second reason is i'm also celebrating. no, not my "i am guilty of gluttony" anniversary. my family's coming over tomorrow! it is a big deal to me because i haven't seen them in a MONTH. yes, that's how LOOONG i've been away. haha. it's such a stress-buster, you know. after all that has been happening, it would be really great to take a time off with the whole family. awwww. *tulo sipon*.... *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FYI, CWTS has ruined my social life. they've taken away the one thing that's at least been making me feel better every week---SUNDAY. so it's super nice that i'd get to spend this weekend with other people apart from the green-colored bunch i keep hanging out with (note: cwts students wear green shirts every sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo looking forward to this coming summer! i can't wait to learn how to drive. i also can't wait to decorate the car with a few dents and scratches. harhar! most importantly, i am excited about going out with my high school friends! we have TWO MONTHS! hurray! problem is, i think i'm going to have to sell some of my old stuff so i could have the money for our gimiks. i guess that would mean i have to put my grandma on the list. nyahaha! joke joke! i super love her with all my heart and i won't let an old man take her away from me for 5000 bucks! (Mama, wag mo akong isumbong!) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. if i continue to blab, i might not get my allowance next week. hehe. also, i have loads of stuff to do. i hope you had a great day like i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i want to kill anna tan for watching the NE-YO concert last night at the araneta coliseum. i am completely jealous. hehehe.  if CHRIS BROWN's doing a concert in the Phil, i'll invite him to my house and we'll sing "With You" while having a candlelit dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you, Chris! I gotta see you,  Chris. And the hearts all over the tonight. Said the hearts all over the world tonight! &lt;/span&gt;"  Pwede na ba? Pwede na???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2974538578781101026?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2974538578781101026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2974538578781101026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2974538578781101026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2974538578781101026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-isnt-just-only-month-we-could.html' title='sexy love.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3197725540297702526</id><published>2008-02-27T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:06:36.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple bottom jeans. ;P</title><content type='html'>despite all the stress, people effortlessly make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judan&lt;/span&gt; (singing to himself): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i love you more than you'll ever know.. i love you more than you'll ever see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoy! gaya-gaya ka ng kinakanta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judan&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kapal mo! kaninang umaga ko pa yan kinakanta, habang naglalakad ako sa lacson (ave.). eh ikaw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas nauna ako sa'yo. pagkagising ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judan&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anu yun, pagkagising mo "i love you more than you'll ever know..." (while singing, he closed his eyes, opened them and stretched his arms)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer lab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airo, gusto kong gumawa ng tao.&lt;/span&gt; (referring to flash presentation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lance:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oi! bastoooos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bakit???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;airo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastoooos. sa'kin mo pa sinabi ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; (nagets din): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoy, kapal niyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anna and i are trying to learn a new song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apple button jeans with boots and a furrrr...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apple boots and jeans with boots and furrr.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apple bottom jeans with boots in a furrr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally, eto tama na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apple bottom jeans.. boots with the furr (furr)" &lt;/span&gt;(how do you spell 'furr'? wahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Low by Flo Rida)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;after eating lunch at orange house in asturias st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate, magbabayad na po ako sa pagkain ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ano inorder mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; porkchop... gulay.. one and a half rice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano? one and a half rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; opo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ano pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bali, yung porkchop po.. yung gulay.. one and a half rice.. tsaka coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pang-DALAWANG tao ba 'yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehlyu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frenie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strangers from other table:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganun ba talaga ako katakaw??? ayoko na kumain ng marami!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ahhh.. akala ko kasi dalawang porkchop yung sinabi mo kasi inulit mo yung porkchop nung tinanong kita ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ate, you hurt my feelings! pakiramdam ko tuloy super taba ko na! but in my defense, i have to eat much kasi i'm trying to match my weight with my height. i'm aiming to gain more pounds talaga. pero ang sakeeeet talaga eh! sobrang traumatic experience. alam mo ba yun, ate??? huh?? HUH???? hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3197725540297702526?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3197725540297702526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3197725540297702526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3197725540297702526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3197725540297702526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/apple-bottom-jeans-p.html' title='apple bottom jeans. ;P'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5952063912604925935</id><published>2008-02-20T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:53:30.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giants and computers.</title><content type='html'>this is the 3rd consecutive time that i've been assigned to use computer #46 in the library's internet room. coincidence? neh, who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm a bit bummed that i won't be able to make it to my block mate eunice's 18th birthday party at the coconut palace tonight. majority of the class will go and i'll miss all the fun and the camwhoring and the great, free food and the boy hunting (*cough*). excuse me. haha. problem one, no DRESS and no SHOES. problem two, dormitory CURFEW. problem three, CLASSES tomorrow. airo kept asking if i'll come later and i said i didn't have anything to wear. then he said he'll buy me a dress. then i said shoes, too. all he said was "Tssssss." men, if you are going to offer something, then we, ladies, might as well take advantage of it. haha. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. what will ever happen tomorrow to me and the other poopers who spent the night watching TV, eating their sick ass food, wishing they went to the goddam party?! neh, it's not that big a deal. i was just playing widyah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, before i forget, let's greet my fellow giant who's waaaaay prettier and hotter than i am, Abigail Joyce Mendoza who just turned 18 today! Happy Birthday, bonjing! haha. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt better today after i found out that i got 92 on my comp lec prelim grade. not that i was feeling really awful. it's just that the macromedia flash project we are working on for our final exam drives the hell out of me!! i mean, come on. all the good ideas were already taken and this is the reason why i didn't take a course in journalism or advertising-- because i'm not creative. well, business does require that we be innovative but hello?? i'm not prepared to be innovative yet. please give us some space and more time to widen our horizons. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenie's birthday is on the 24th. her 18th birthday also. it's sad because she still has chicken pox and she won't be attending class until tuesday next week. advance happy birthday, f! (she's also a fellow giant, fyi. haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5952063912604925935?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5952063912604925935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5952063912604925935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5952063912604925935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5952063912604925935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/giants-and-computers.html' title='giants and computers.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5857500970745925785</id><published>2008-02-20T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:50:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny story.</title><content type='html'>Last night, i slept at 6pm, after eating my foot-long hotdog sandwich, because i planned to wake up at 8 so i could start studying for the tests the next morning. i was munching on my food, thinking, "hmm.. tastes good." [OKAY! it's irrelevant to the real issue. forward, please!] and so, i set my phone alarm and dozed off. ZZZzzzzzzzzz.... the next thing i knew, i heard a familiar voice saying, "&lt;em&gt;See, here's the thing: we have to take our clothes off! We have to party all night. We have to take our clothes off... to have a good time. Oh, no, no, no!" &lt;/em&gt;It was the alarm. I checked the time and saw '8:13pm'. I slept again because I thought I would wake up after 20 minutes but apparently I didn't. It was already 10:05 when I opened my eyes. the first thing that popped in my head was, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit! Sarado na yung gate ng dorm. Hindi pa ako nakakain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" It was really hilarious when it eventually sank in. Evidently, I was scared to go hungry! The whole night, I was worrying about food and my angry tummy. It was almost 1am when I decided to come down from the top bunk of the bed and look through my things inside my cabinet. And, my effin' shit, it was as if my prayers were answered-- two Bingo chocolate biscuits were hiding in my supposed to be empty FunChum box. The angels were singing. It was brighter in heaven! Exagg naaaa. haha. To make my long story short, I was happy and so was my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5857500970745925785?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5857500970745925785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5857500970745925785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5857500970745925785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5857500970745925785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-funny-story.html' title='my funny story.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-9137671210594044952</id><published>2008-02-19T15:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:01:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;on my MUST-SEE list:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qUQpqBCcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oWgWyfTJOvU/s1600-h/hilary_swank5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168606536141965762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qUQpqBCcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oWgWyfTJOvU/s200/hilary_swank5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/a&gt; - starring the phenomenal Hilary Swank (Million Dollar Baby) and the buffed 'Spartan' Gerard Butler (300)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swank plays a grieving widower and decides to "stay at home till i grow old." She suddenly receives letters from her deceased husband (Butler) which contain tasks to help her recover and transition her life. Critics from Yahoo! Movies gave it a C-. but since i've watched the trailer and i'm a huge sucker for romantic-comedies, i can't wait to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qVZpqBCdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oxZzVDCV00s/s1600-h/sweeneytodd_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168607790272416210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qVZpqBCdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oxZzVDCV00s/s200/sweeneytodd_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.sweeneytoddmovie.com/"&gt;Swee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.sweeneytoddmovie.com/"&gt;ney &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.sweeneytoddmovie.com/"&gt;Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;/a&gt; - starring my fave actor Johnny Depp (POTC trilogy), Helena Bonham Carter (Bellatrix Lestrange in HP and the Order of the Phoenix) and shockingly, Sacha Baron Cohen (aka Borat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a grisly revenge by Benjamin Barker (Depp), a man unjustly imprisoned by a lecherous judge. He returns as barber Sweeney Todd and seeks revenge by gruesomely killing his "customers." Oooh, bloody! i think i will love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qWNJqBCeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z8fb-W4yxIY/s1600-h/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168608675035679202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qWNJqBCeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z8fb-W4yxIY/s200/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/stepupmovie"&gt;Step Up 2: The Streets&lt;/a&gt; - starring Robert Hoffman (the cry baby ex-bf of Viola in She's the Man) and newcomer Briana Evigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andie (Evigan), a rebellious street dancer, lands at the Maryland School of the Arts and finds trouble fitting in. And then she meets the popular and hot dancer Chase (Hoffman). They form a crew of classmate outcasts and join an underground dance battle The Street. I've watched the trailer and Channing Tatum would be appearing but I have no idea how long. Boo-hoo! I loved the first movie AND I have a strong feeling that we will all love this next one because I heard that the soundtrack's good and the dance moves are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qXKJqBCfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hBoj1iUw48U/s1600-h/27dresses_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168609723007699442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qXKJqBCfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hBoj1iUw48U/s200/27dresses_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.27dressesthemovie.com"&gt;27 Dre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.27dressesthemovie.com"&gt;sses&lt;/a&gt; - starring the pretty girl Katherine Heigl (Izzie in Grey's Anatomy) and the owner of a mega-watt smile James Marsden (Cyclops in the X-Men trilogy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme is "always a bride's maid, never the bride". Heigl plays Jane who's artistic and selfless and is secretly in love with her boss (Edward Burns). Her sister Tess (Malin Akerman) captures his heart instead and Jane re-examines her life. So where's Marsden in the movie? He's the guy whom she will eventually fall for. I love feel good movies. This is what Anna and I have been dying to watch since January but due to a busy sched, we couldn't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;more movies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qfgpqBChI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-D-_KAgli7o/s1600-h/thebucketlist_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168618905647778322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qfgpqBChI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-D-_KAgli7o/s200/thebucketlist_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; (Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[I promise to watch this movie again because I didn't understand the story completely because my brothers were exchanging stories that time. I couldn't concentrate. But I did cry at the last part of the movie. If you want to find out why, watch it!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qfxpqBCiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/j9t4c2AQKWc/s1600-h/jumper_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168619197705554466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qfxpqBCiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/j9t4c2AQKWc/s200/jumper_galleryteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Jumper &lt;/b&gt;(Hayden Christensen and Rachel Bilson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[The movie my friends and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watched on Valentine's. I was a bit disappointed with how the movie turned out but the whole teleportation made it interesting. Even more when I found out Hayden's starring it. It's good to see him on film again. There were some parts of the movie where the camera was shaky though. Nahilo kami ni Reina. haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qe75qBCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OkHMTtELzj0/s1600-h/disturbia_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168618274287585794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qe75qBCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OkHMTtELzj0/s200/disturbia_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Disturbia&lt;/b&gt; (Shia LaBeouf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[There's more of a comedic-romantic element than suspense in this film. I kind of wished that they just removed the whole "killer" thing and focused on the Kale-Ashley relationship though. But I enjoyed the movie, anyway. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;eto na lang muna, for now. i'm hungry. and i have to review for my SOCIO and ACCTG quiz tomorrow. i am so hating school right now... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-9137671210594044952?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/9137671210594044952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=9137671210594044952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/9137671210594044952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/9137671210594044952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/movies-galore.html' title='movies galore!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R7qUQpqBCcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oWgWyfTJOvU/s72-c/hilary_swank5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1380828663049988983</id><published>2008-02-15T19:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:10:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROWN wins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SMILE VS. FROWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. tsikot for me and my brother soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. post-valentine's kilig. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. mama called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;frown&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CWTS make-up class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. won't be able to meet with papa on sunday because of GK visit.&lt;br /&gt;3. ACCTG home work and quiz on monday.&lt;br /&gt;4. marketing plan due on first week of march (haven't started yet!)&lt;br /&gt;5. SOCIO video documentary due on feb. 29 (shoot tomorrow before make-up class)&lt;br /&gt;6. STAT research paper due on first week of march&lt;br /&gt;7. flash MX presentation for final exams in COMP LAB (on march)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm going to get sick. i slept early last night but i woke up late because i still feel tired. i don't think that staying up until 3 in the morning contributes a lot to getting good grades neither.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gilmore won the golf tournament because he thought hard about his happy place and the pressure vanished instantly. my happy place would be a white sand beach with clear blue water. i would be sitting on a towel watching my brothers and sister building a huge sand castle while my parents are busy walking along the shores, hand in hand. i'm listening to sean kingston and drinking melon shake and eating pizza and shawarma and hershey's chocolates. my friends from all over the country (naks.) are on my right getting to know one another and having fun playing beach volleyball. on my left side, a pack of my crushes since kindergarten looking at me and making pa-cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, IT DOES TAKE OFF THE STRESS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1380828663049988983?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1380828663049988983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1380828663049988983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1380828663049988983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1380828663049988983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/frown-wins.html' title='FROWN wins!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8692154477913957931</id><published>2008-02-15T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:06:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated happy schmalentine's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;valentine's day has passed but LOVE never does. instead of posting mushy quotes from the famous poets, politicians, authors and everybody else in the adult world, i decided to share with you the top 5 views on love from the kiddies that made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161919727737292898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R6LSpLLcyGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A4freSEeRxU/s320/PL126%7EKids-Kissing-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funnies.paco.to/fallingInLove.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children's Ideas on Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. "Don't say you love somebody and then change your mind ... Love isn't like picking what movie you want to watch."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Natalie, age 8 &lt;/strong&gt;(on how to make love endure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. "I'm not rushing into being in love. I'm finding fourth grade hard enough."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Regina, age 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; (on her confidential opinion about love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. "It isn't always just how you look. Look at me. I'm handsome like anything and I haven't got anybody to marry me yet."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Brian, age 7 &lt;/strong&gt;(on the role of beauty and handsomeness in love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. "I think you're supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn't supposed to be so painful."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Manuel, age 8 &lt;/strong&gt;(on his concern why love happens between two particular people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. "All of a sudden, the people get movie fever so they can sit together in the dark."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sherm, age 8 &lt;/strong&gt;(on how people in love typically behave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;don't they make you say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww...&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8692154477913957931?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8692154477913957931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8692154477913957931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8692154477913957931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/8692154477913957931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/belated-happy-schmalentines.html' title='belated happy schmalentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R6LSpLLcyGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A4freSEeRxU/s72-c/PL126%7EKids-Kissing-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-5122682366222614230</id><published>2008-02-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:27:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money makes MY world go 'round.</title><content type='html'>remember when i was whining about my problem with saving(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; spending) money? well, i made a step to help me with my finances---i opened my own savings account!! wuhooo! *audience clap here*  ang saya saya ko!! haha. wala lang. i was planning this since last year pa tapos kanina lang ako sinipag. i would like to thank the super kind bank teller of Banco De Oro-SM San Lazaro for assisting a first-timer like myself. i am so sorry i didn't get your name though. hehe. next time po ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good. i feel like an adult already. haha. imagine, my OWN account. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akin&lt;/span&gt; lang. sarap pakinggan. hahahahaha! :P  i'm going a little cuckoo over here, i'm sorry. it kind of reminded me again that i'm independent na. the first time i realized it was when i moved to manila to start college. i had to make decisions on my own. i had to budget my weekly allowance. i practically looked after myself. now, i have a bank account (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take note&lt;/span&gt;: a passbook with ATM). bonggang bongga! i would deposit money weekly or monthly then i'd continue doing it even when i'm 26. then i'd have probably P300,000-P1,000,000. tapos i could buy my own second-hand BMW convertible and rent an apartment and go shopping and do whatever i want. then there might be some money left to pay for a beach wedding and a nice white gown and great seafood for the reception. and i thought about all these just because of a savings account?? haha. they won't happen until 2016. that's a looong time pa. (talagang pinipilit ko na mangyayari yung mga imposible noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the people who have no money in their pockets.... and to those whose wallets are bulky with cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have read my previous blog post ("covergirl"), you didn't believe that i could actually buy a second-hand car with my magazines, did you? i don't own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;many. hahahaha. you fooool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-5122682366222614230?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5122682366222614230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=5122682366222614230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5122682366222614230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/5122682366222614230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-makes-my-world-go-round.html' title='money makes MY world go &apos;round.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2111229481565922743</id><published>2008-02-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:11:38.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cover girl.</title><content type='html'>i indulged myself with plenty of magazines today! i bought THREE back issues of Seventeen (US) and a july (?) 2007 Teen Vogue. it isn't something i'm really proud of because i hate it when i spend too much but still i buy stuff. but this one's for a good reason naman (that's what i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt;). if some people find scented candles or food tripping therapeutic, i find looking at clothes therapeutic! instead of window shopping however, which i have come to learn is a way of killing your feet, i just flip through the pages of the magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to collect Candy since grade school but the very first one i bought was Seventeen with karen pamintuan on the cover. i used two layers of a book shelf to keep them organized. if i could sell them again for the same price i paid for, i bet i would be able to get myself a second-hand car! i stopped collecting during my third year in high school because, well, i forgot why. unfortunately, the obsession returned and it's killing my wallet! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like those people who answer these surveys, i am bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what is the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;-red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;-the huge college shirt i am supposed to wear tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;-typing. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, do you like The Used?&lt;br /&gt;-not much. i only know one of their songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, have you done something&lt;br /&gt;bad today?&lt;br /&gt;-yes. i splurged on mags. and make-up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, do you watch Disney&lt;br /&gt;Channel?&lt;br /&gt;-yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, who is the last person&lt;br /&gt;you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;-fadur dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, are you jealous of&lt;br /&gt;someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-yes. my bestfriend marielle. because she has someone to spend Valentine's with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, what makes you mad most&lt;br /&gt;of the time?&lt;br /&gt;-people who make me wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;-YES. but now i use nail polish to stop myself from biting them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly,i wish i lived in...&lt;br /&gt;-Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend&lt;br /&gt;that you really don’t like?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, do you like/love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-YESSssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you get mad?&lt;br /&gt;-i curse and i talk a lot about why i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done&lt;br /&gt;when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;-i screamed at the person i'm mad with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were&lt;br /&gt;mad?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't recall any incident so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, when's the last time you&lt;br /&gt;cried?&lt;br /&gt;-two weeks ago. something about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;-yes. I Will Be Here sometimes does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;-when something bad happens to my family. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you do when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;-i eat A LOT. sometimes, i listen to mellow songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is there someone right now, that&lt;br /&gt;could do something to make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;-yes but i don't care who. as long as he/she gets me the 9th-13th episodes of Prison Break season 3. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;-my family. and my friends. and wentworth miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does being with your friends make&lt;br /&gt;you happy?&lt;br /&gt;-always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2111229481565922743?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2111229481565922743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2111229481565922743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2111229481565922743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2111229481565922743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/cover-girl.html' title='cover girl.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2956748317946739133</id><published>2008-02-02T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:16:00.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotness. hmmm...</title><content type='html'>me, reina and ivy were shrieking like a bunch of high school girls who just saw their crush pass by the hallway. the reason: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen Colletti &lt;/span&gt;of MTV's Laguna Beach: The Real OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that show is like a gazillion years old already but it wasn't until recently that we found ourselves glued on TV watching the two seasons of LB on DVD. the three of us saw an episode or two when we were still in high school. we didn't tune in though because we had no idea how fun the show really was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then, we fell in love&lt;/span&gt; with the stick-thin, jet black-haired surfer slash skim boarder by day, hottie by night named Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R6WfTrLcyII/AAAAAAAAAFw/SQTs8EdfHC0/s1600-h/stephen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R6WfTrLcyII/AAAAAAAAAFw/SQTs8EdfHC0/s400/stephen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162707708207220866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. super fan ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the patting/rubbing on top of LC's and Kristin's head is a classic. me and reina were like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;." then ivy goes, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiiiiiiiiit! Crush na crush ko talaga siyaaaaa! Sana may Stephen din sa UST. Hahanapin ko yun!&lt;/span&gt;" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can blame us, really. i mean, who wouldn't fall for a sweet guy like him? most girls would kill to be in either Lauren's or Kristin's shoes. i know the three of us lay-dehs would. *faints with hand on forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2956748317946739133?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2956748317946739133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2956748317946739133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2956748317946739133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2956748317946739133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/02/hotness-hmmm.html' title='hotness. hmmm...'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R6WfTrLcyII/AAAAAAAAAFw/SQTs8EdfHC0/s72-c/stephen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-3953457196934650664</id><published>2008-01-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:30:00.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make LOVE, not goddam WAR!</title><content type='html'>my legs are super sore. my eyes are tired too. i need to get some rest. i swear, if i hear or even read the words "CHINA PHONE" again, i will go nuts! &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cursed it for the nth time a few hours ago before i sold it. ha! you idiot celly-phone! wala ka na sa mga kamay ko...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm traveling tomorrow. probably at around 5 -6pm. i have to watch a softball game after my 11am class then do some errands then eat then prepare my stuff. i don't care how late it'll be by the time i arrive in dagupan as long as i'll get home in one piece "walang labis, walang kulang" as my father would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never stop missing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;. it's where my heart is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyak&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha.. i think that's natural since i grew up with a big, loving family, whose company i enjoy the most. and i guess, because of the fact that i also grew up with no neighbors and with only a few playmates from the other streets of the subdivision, i always stay inside the house. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. homesickness sucks. i know that. you know that. we all do. i talk too much about my family, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a question, do you think that N76 is a good phone? this week, i was quote craving unquote for a flip top cellphone. my brother thinks it's kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sosyal &lt;/span&gt;when someone owns one of those flippy things. i don't think so. i just love the *click* sound it makes when you close it. hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3953457196934650664?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3953457196934650664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3953457196934650664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3953457196934650664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3953457196934650664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-love-not-goddam-war.html' title='make LOVE, not goddam WAR!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4855561702239454760</id><published>2008-01-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:43:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i miss you like the sun misses the flower."</title><content type='html'>i am in grief over the death of one of my favorite Hollywood actors, Heath Ledger. seriously, i am still in shock after hearing the news this morning. speechless. the only comment i could make right now is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;." sobrang fan talaga niya ako. i love the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/span&gt;. khrystian and i must have watched it a zillion times! since then , we started watching other H. Ledger films like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casanova&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You. &lt;/span&gt;i was so looking forward to seeing him in more movies because he had so much potential. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my condolences to the family and friends of the actor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.okmagazine.com/news/view/4011"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R5iVJLLcyFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/h4oh8zz4mOI/s320/knight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037358005078098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okmagazine.com/news/view/4011"&gt;Heath Ledger: 1979-2008&lt;/a&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/1780464157400753511-4855561702239454760?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4855561702239454760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4855561702239454760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4855561702239454760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4855561702239454760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-you-like-sun-misses-flower.html' title='&quot;i miss you like the sun misses the flower.&quot;'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R5iVJLLcyFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/h4oh8zz4mOI/s72-c/knight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-46160344075618739</id><published>2008-01-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:53:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally zero.</title><content type='html'>i am definitely broke right now. as in, i won't be able to eat breakfast tomorrow because i only have 15 one-peso coins in my pocket. i have a few bucks hidden somewhere but i can't use them because i'm depositing them to a new bank account some time this week. i don't want to touch any of it because i really really want to save cash. papa's going to send me my allowance tomorrow morning and i won't be able to withdraw it until the day after that. ugh! pissed. but i'll get through the day tomorrow. guess i'm just going to starve myself then. hahaha. kidding! me?? i can't even last four hours without eating. don't worry, Ma, i'm taking good care of myself here. you need not worry. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the thing though. i am so bad at saving money. i told reina two weeks ago that i'm trying to spend less so i could save at least P30 a week. it is so ridiculous, i know. she and ehlyu laughed because they thought i was aiming for a hundred bucks. mean girls. hehe. see, i know myself. i have to start with the small things and do it one step at a time. so, i think, that beginning with that P30/week is just perfect. i have a piggy bank also. i bought it last november and it's super heavy now. it's full of 25-centavo, one-, five- and ten-peso coins. wahaha! i'm putting a lot of effort on this. i am so proud of myself. but now i'm hungry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll grab a bite now. guess what i'm having for dinner......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hotdog sandwich. yey! hahahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-46160344075618739?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/46160344075618739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=46160344075618739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/46160344075618739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/46160344075618739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/01/totally-zero.html' title='totally zero.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-8693890842947840805</id><published>2008-01-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:32:41.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prison break marathon. :)</title><content type='html'>finished season 2! dammit, sobrang bitin! i've got to get my hands on the next one. anyway, that was all i did today. i watched. i was celebrating the fact that exams were over. well, for now but i'll worry about the final tests on march pa kaya okay naman. kaya pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am soooo into PB(prison break)! and i'm having a little crush on Dominic Purcell (Lincoln Burrows) too. but nothing would level up to my big fat crush on Wentworth Miller (Michael Scofield)! he is so *faints*... i love the stare that he makes when he's seriously talking to someone. and when he smiles, which he does rarely on the show, it sends butterflies to my stomach. OMG, i'm obsessed! haha. iloveit.. iloveit..iloveit!! you should watch! i highly recommend that you do! the suspense is so intense and the end of every episode would always make you want to watch what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info about the TV series, click &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/prisonbreak/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-8693890842947840805?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8693890842947840805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=8693890842947840805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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am depressed because of two things. 1.) i've finished watching the third season of grey's anatomy and i'm dying to buy the fourth one but i couldn't because i have my exams on monday and i'd only get distracted and 2.) i haven't started reviewing because i'm too busy hating myself for being so stubborn, so lazy, so irresponsible and so grrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better person&lt;/span&gt; this year. that is my only resolution and i know it's a hard one but i would want to at least CHANGE, even for just a little bit. i guess i'm not trying hard enough because if i was, i wouldn't be sitting in front of this dumb computer, typing about my frustrations. i want to change. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to change. because change would be good for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i am ambitious and i dream about many stuff but i don't want to just dream forever. i want something to HAPPEN and i know for sure that i won't be able to do that when i'm like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i won't promise because promise is a huge word. what i can do is to begin to &lt;u&gt;act&lt;/u&gt;. like, right now, i am going to end this here and go eat dinner and study. i'm really hoping that i'd become the person i expect myself to be.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3868333611680131420?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3868333611680131420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=3868333611680131420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3868333611680131420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/3868333611680131420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/01/tough-day.html' title='tough day.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2867804429981669127</id><published>2008-01-11T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:37:46.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing more.</title><content type='html'>mama had just signed out. we were YMing an hour ago and it felt so great to be in touch with her again. it's really hard when you're mom isn't around, especially in my case because i'm a total mama's girl...(daddy's girl... and lola's girl too.. hehe). i've started to really open up to her when i stepped into high school. i never knew that moms could be so fun to hang out with until then. i won't go dramatic, okay? i'm just super glad that nothing has changed much in our mother-daughter relationship. i miss her every day and i can't wait to fly to Canada after graduation para sama-sama na kaming lahat. i'm going to miss everything about the Phil though. but let's not jinx the trip. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2867804429981669127?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2867804429981669127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2867804429981669127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2867804429981669127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2867804429981669127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-more.html' title='nothing more.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6997754279995293984</id><published>2008-01-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:02:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snapshots of my 2007's greatest moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4Dbq_-YmZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uC5i_ssuQDw/s1600-h/12+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152359505485928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4Dbq_-YmZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uC5i_ssuQDw/s320/12+%281%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the night before my birthday. with em and wolfie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYs_-YmVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xsEr1WdvJPw/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152356241310783826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYs_-YmVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xsEr1WdvJPw/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it had been years since i last played mini golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYs_-YmWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5Ll6TyRE7VQ/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152356241310783842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYs_-YmWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5Ll6TyRE7VQ/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; picking strawberries with my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYtf-YmXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/c32epquZ8TM/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152356249900718450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYtf-YmXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/c32epquZ8TM/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; jumping on the bed was fun but what's up with the hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYt_-YmYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/toQgDBUxa-g/s1600-h/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152356258490653058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DYt_-YmYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/toQgDBUxa-g/s320/325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; there's a very nice view right here. see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhf-YmQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qDyFwoEK_BU/s1600-h/tian+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152354944230660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhf-YmQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qDyFwoEK_BU/s320/tian+%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; drugs. don't use 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhf-YmRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AZBI_VyRrAg/s1600-h/kalayks%28832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152354944230660370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhf-YmRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AZBI_VyRrAg/s320/kalayks%28832%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;milk vs. beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhv-YmSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ayo5NXcpakM/s1600-h/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152354948525627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXhv-YmSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ayo5NXcpakM/s320/302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; all smiles at villa escudero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXiP-YmTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wg0dzhmO17I/s1600-h/369+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152354957115562290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXiP-YmTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wg0dzhmO17I/s320/369+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; horse rides can be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXif-YmUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c1X8ZqBjgDQ/s1600-h/347.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152354961410529602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DXif-YmUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c1X8ZqBjgDQ/s320/347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jim, toper, me, tian and kiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmLI/AAAAAAAAADg/-6jTvWnbR0c/s1600-h/handball+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152353741639817394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmLI/AAAAAAAAADg/-6jTvWnbR0c/s320/handball+%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; only the best handball team in the world. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmMI/AAAAAAAAADo/mFqjAtrokyw/s1600-h/kalayks%28215%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152353741639817410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmMI/AAAAAAAAADo/mFqjAtrokyw/s320/kalayks%28215%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; judith and alex(at the back). anna, me, frenie, abi and reina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmNI/AAAAAAAAADw/CfSAqRCpFVI/s1600-h/kalayks%28173%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152353741639817426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbf-YmNI/AAAAAAAAADw/CfSAqRCpFVI/s320/kalayks%28173%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with lance at a UAAP game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbv-YmOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4jz2A-1zE1w/s1600-h/kalayks%28249%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152353745934784738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbv-YmOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4jz2A-1zE1w/s320/kalayks%28249%29-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sa stairs. siksikan kaming buong class dun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbv-YmPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KVH3D-7XA90/s1600-h/rcs+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152353745934784754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DWbv-YmPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KVH3D-7XA90/s320/rcs+%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reunion ng RCS peeps. me with nicholle, jaime and maybelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DVJv-YmKI/AAAAAAAAADY/IUPRs3LKtkE/s1600-h/1_154851532l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152352337185511586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DVJv-YmKI/AAAAAAAAADY/IUPRs3LKtkE/s320/1_154851532l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this is how we partay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DUs_-YmJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lHZC4oB2e20/s1600-h/P1020183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152351843264272530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DUs_-YmJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lHZC4oB2e20/s320/P1020183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manels, alvin, gresh, shari, aimi, peter, me and janina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DUR_-YmHI/AAAAAAAAADA/p5UwWVYCiGc/s1600-h/DSC08688.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152351379407804530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R4DUR_-YmHI/AAAAAAAAADA/p5UwWVYCiGc/s320/DSC08688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the misadventures of poopsie and weewee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there are so many things i am so grateful for this past year. first of all, i want to thank &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; for being so patient with me. i know i'm stubborn and i don't go to Church religiously but You continue to bless me with so many great moments and great people. i want to thank my &lt;strong&gt;DAD&lt;/strong&gt;, who's more stubborn, for giving us all the love we need and for showing us that even big people have fears, like lighting a &lt;em&gt;lusis&lt;/em&gt;. hehe. then my &lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the best wife, the best daughter, the best tita, the best mother and the best friend we could have. and thank you for the wildest, most fun Christmas vacation ever. to my &lt;strong&gt;BROTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;, who enjoy farting whenever and wherever they are, for making me laugh so hard. you guys give the best entertainment in the world. to my one and only &lt;strong&gt;SISTER&lt;/strong&gt;, for making me feel like i'm a great ate. i know that i don't hug you and kiss you most of the time but you already know how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&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;i want to thank my &lt;strong&gt;MOMMY&lt;/strong&gt; (grandma) for being a great shopping buddy. you always go out in style and i admire you for that. thank you also for having a great taste in bags and shoes (good thing we have the same size!) hehe. and to my &lt;strong&gt;RELATIVES&lt;/strong&gt; for making everyone in the family feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE JAVELOSA&lt;/strong&gt; for being my wolfie. you stuck with me all these years and you never forgot to greet me on my birthday even when i was hundreds of miles away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIELLE FLOR MENESES&lt;/strong&gt; for putting up with my nagging and whining. you are the best listener in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SECRET SISTERS AND BROTHER&lt;/strong&gt; for keeping the secrets we've shared. hehe. love you, girls... and guy. :)&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;to &lt;strong&gt;R, F, A, S and J&lt;/strong&gt; for being the coolest chicks in college. i share the same interest with you---gossips, and i don't think we'll ever change at all. haha.&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;to &lt;strong&gt;all the HUMAN BEINGs OR ANIMALs&lt;/strong&gt; who have touched my life, i thank you all for... touching my life. haha. seriously, thank you for making me smile a zillion times.&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;2007 would have to be one of my favorite years. i turned 18 and i learned to look at life on all its brighter sides. being optimistic makes a huge difference to your day. you could have really bad hair cut, appreciate it and smile, then people would like it if you like it. but if you stress about it, people would realize that you do have a terrible cut. the tears i shed last year made me a stronger person. there were tons of stuff that happened which taught me a lot and turned me into a girl who's only a few steps away from being a woman. i enjoyed every moment of every day of 2007. i am hoping that this 2008, i'd have more fun, meet more people, drink more alcohol (kidding!), eat healthier and save more money.&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;have a blessed year, everybody! &lt;/div&gt;&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/1780464157400753511-6997754279995293984?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6997754279995293984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6997754279995293984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6997754279995293984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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before i go and meet with my friends. i had a great morning today. my tummy's so happy too. i dug into the yum yummy lasagna (which reina, anna, frenie, tifa and i made yesterday, by the way), siomai, cali maki, ref cake, fried rice, barbecue, munchkins, inihaw na liempo and some veggies. i know i'm skinny but i have one huge appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's class Christmas party was super fun compared to last year. i mean, no offense to those who organized the last party but it was so boring. i think it was because all of us were still warming up to one another and some of us, including me, don't feel like participating in open forums that early (yes, we had one last december). i don't know. but this year, mehn, lots of stuff happened--good and worse ones. and we all stuck together through it all. i think that the great thing about shedding tears is that we cleanse ourselves from our emotional baggage and with that, we become better people and we learn to APPRECIATE others too. thinking about the coming three months saddens me because it would be our class' last year together. next school year, we'd choose our major course tapos kanya-kanya na. masakit isipin kasi kung kelan close na kaming lahat, tyaka naman dadating yung oras na maghiwalay. pero on the bright side, may three months pang natitira para sa iba pang memorable and fun moments with my classmates. i'm so glad i'm in D-am. if i were in a different block, i don't think i would be &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-3179114293262205574?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3179114293262205574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>not so well today. i'm still a bit whoozy. NOTE to self: while studying,eat and after studying, sleep. i also kind of feel bad about deleting tall guy's pictures on my friendster private photos. but it's about time to leave the stalker life and move on. hehe. only two days to go before Paskuhan! i can't wait. last year, i went home early because my head hurt. this year, i'll make sure it won't. hehehehe. okay, wala naman talaga akong maraming sasabihin so bye! have a great HOLIDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-930721166509345711?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/930721166509345711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=930721166509345711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/930721166509345711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/930721166509345711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-so-well-today.html' title=''/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4858206734247929717</id><published>2007-12-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:26:57.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hepa trip. :P</title><content type='html'>my head hurts. i have to sleep early tonight so i won't oversleep again. been spending hours in front of the computer. my neck hurts too. anyway, the last weekend was great! mom came home, i came home. it was super fun! although we cleaned the house the whole saturday, it was fine. at least i got to spend time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gone christmas shopping yet. aside from the fact that i don't have enough money, i don't know yet what i'm getting for my friends and family. i started buying presents with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;money last year. it feels good when you give someone something you worked hard saving for. i feel really excited already and bummed out too. ang bilis ng takbo ng oras! naiinis ako. the next thing i know, 2008 na then mama would leave again. naiiyak na ko!!! but let's not worry. everything would turn out perfect. i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hepa trip kami kanina nila alex, lance and reina during COMP period. wala kasi si mr. fernandez and the four of us were hungry so we went to asturias and indulged our tummies with tokwa, cheese sticks, chicken balls and kikiam. yum yum! sa sobrang busog ko hindi na ako nag-lunch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4858206734247929717?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4858206734247929717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4858206734247929717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4858206734247929717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4858206734247929717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/12/hepa-trip-p.html' title='hepa trip. :P'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1220947689263604060</id><published>2007-12-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:56:12.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi, please.</title><content type='html'>funny thing happened a few days ago. i was on my way to reina's cousin's party (his 1st birthday. haha). i took a cab 'cause i thought i was late. so i told the driver to go to araneta ave. a couple of minutes later, he asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakagaling mo lang sa trabaho?" &lt;/span&gt;I smiled. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi po. Estudyante pa lang po ako." &lt;/span&gt;in my mind i was like, do i look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; old? Then he aked again. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh, graduating ka na?&lt;/span&gt;" i laughed then i said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi po. Second year pa lang po ako." &lt;/span&gt;grabe si manong! naka-strike two na! he then asked me how old i was and i said 18. he just said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was smiling the whole time. it was soo crazy. to change the subject i asked him how the manila pen incident was progressing. i don't know why i shared it but i even pointed to him the three kids who were getting kuto from one another's head along the streets. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, IT'S WEDNESDAY! we'll fetch mama from the airport this friday. time flies soooo fast. i'm hating that. i wish the days would go by slowly. i wouldn't want to end the year yet. i'm excited about 2008 too pero gusto kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lasapin&lt;/span&gt; (if that is the correct term) yung bawat minuto, bawat oras bago man lang magtapos yung taon. i have a good feeling that i would have a really great time in the next coming days. i am looking forward to so many fun things and i'm overwhelmed. Christmas day isn't here yet but i'm already getting cool presents. i wish this happy feeling would go on forever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1220947689263604060?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1220947689263604060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1220947689263604060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1220947689263604060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1220947689263604060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/12/taxi-please.html' title='taxi, please.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-2802579503047749888</id><published>2007-12-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:11:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way to fatdom!</title><content type='html'>i am missing so many people and so many things right now. i have no idea why i'm feeling this suddenly. the whole Christmas fever and the cold breeze outside make me miss them more. i love the Holidays. we're all out from school and from work to be with our friends and family. it's a day for us to have fun and not worry about other things. i'm so excited. i wanna go home already. plus mama's going to spend Christmas with us after FOUR years! oh and i miss the TV too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been eating A LOT these past weeks and i have definitely gained weight! i wore my skinny jeans last night and they were tighter than usual. i feel so fat. it's a very new feeling. but i'm loving it. i've been skinny all my life and the heaviest i got was at 119 lbs! i'm 5'8" tall and that weight is so not proportionate to my height. i'm slightly malnourished. haha. this is a good thing though---gaining some pounds, i mean. this way, i get to see myself with a bit of curves and a bit bigger toosh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-2802579503047749888?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2802579503047749888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=2802579503047749888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2802579503047749888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/2802579503047749888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-my-way-to-fatdom.html' title='on my way to fatdom!'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-4594502944443072008</id><published>2007-11-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:10:39.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wipe me down.</title><content type='html'>watched the nursing-pharma and arki-educ basketball game kanina sa eng complex with ivy and anna. umalis na kasi sina lyka and jassie eh. kwentuhan to the max! talked about those in Dam na SSB (single since birth). ehem. haha. tapos kung sinu-sino mga ma-appeal. naks! haha. wala kayong mahuhugot sakin. usapan lang namin yun. bahala na kayo mag-isip kung sino kasama sa listahan. :P sobrang daming napagkwentuhan, natuyo na laway ko! hindi na nga kami nanonood ng basketball eh. we were just pretending like we cared about which team was shooting hoops. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so better already. this morning, nahihirapan akong huminga. my chest hurt every time i take a deep breath or when i laugh. i was supposed to go and have it checked out but i forgot 'cause it didn't hurt anymore after lunch break. i hope it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i made THE PLAN. but i can't help myself still. every day, every thing you do makes me fall in love with you all over again. getting over you may be the hardest. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuwi si jim sa pangasinan. asar! wala siyang pasok ngayon hanggang monday! NAIINGGIT AKO!!! fucker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-4594502944443072008?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4594502944443072008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=4594502944443072008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4594502944443072008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/4594502944443072008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/wipe-me-down.html' title='wipe me down.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7000361686395285563</id><published>2007-11-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:36:12.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick.</title><content type='html'>shit! this is the busiest week yet. puro quizzes and seatworks and recitations. sucks! i want to go home! i miss dagupan. i miss papa. i miss mommy. and my little bros and sis. i miss cable TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered and this made my day:&lt;br /&gt;sa eng complex. eng vs pharma .basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frenie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puro lalaki pala mga andito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayaw mo yun. heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heaven AND eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reina talaga. sinisi mo pa ako sa kamanyakan mo ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7000361686395285563?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7000361686395285563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7000361686395285563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7000361686395285563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7000361686395285563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/homesick.html' title='homesick.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6007023037554348383</id><published>2007-11-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:23:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa's girl. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>jim: &lt;em&gt;andito kami sa divisoria ni papa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: &lt;em&gt;weh?? utot mo.. sinungaliiiing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim: &lt;em&gt;oo nga! nakabili ako ng shorts tapos pabango na love spell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: &lt;em&gt;wooh! hindi naman eh.. bugbugin kita dyan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim: &lt;em&gt;ay, oo nga! promise. burogin man ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: &lt;em&gt;eh burog ka naman na eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim: &lt;em&gt;kakatapos nga lang namin kumain sa reyes barbecue oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: &lt;em&gt;nyeeeeeeh! nakakainis naman kayo!! humanda ka, hindi ko ibibigay pera mo mamaya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakabitter! ;) pero sinabi ni papa na bibigyan niya ako ng 1thou pambili ng damit. wuhoo! bwisit naman kasi yang p.e. na yan eh! nakasama pa sana ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! namiss ko yung bonding time sana with papa. but i'm lying if i didn't say na gusto ko din magshopping. haha! seriously though, minsan lang dumating yung chance na makasama ko si papa na kaming dalawa lang yung lalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a daddy's girl kahit nung bata pa ako. bubuhatin ako ni papa dati tapos papatulugin niya ako while swaying from side to side na may kasama pang pagkanta ng mga paborito niya. sometimes we'd play see-saw and i would grab onto his legs habang nakahiga siya then he would lift his legs up and down. i'd go screaming, "&lt;em&gt;Wheee!"&lt;/em&gt; sabay tawa pag binibilisan niya. I remember also this super funny incident when he was lying on the bed and he lifted me with his one hand. i was laughing while looking down on him when &lt;strong&gt;laway&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly came out from my mouth. the funniest was when it dropped straight on papa's left eye! hahaha! he said, &lt;em&gt;"Hmmmmp! Anu ba naman yan, anak??"&lt;/em&gt; we both had one hell of a laugh! and that was when he started calling me &lt;em&gt;Kikay Tulo Laway. &lt;/em&gt;haha. until now, when i think about it. hindi ko pa rin mapigilan tumawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135621371099613954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R0VkbWVMCwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JoLfwtHz2Ns/s320/.Tinatakpan+ung+FAT+NECK.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and the man in my life. tinatakpan niya yung fat neck niya! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now that i'm older, he always says na hindi na niya ako kayang buhatin kasi ang bigat-bigat ko na. but when he would leave the bedroom to go out and eat, i would jump on his back and get a piggy back ride papuntang kitchen. si kiara naman ang binubuhat niya ngayon since she's the bunso and much, much smaller than i am. sometimes i get jealous because kiara gets to see him everyday. i no longer get to spend more time with him anymore because i'm in manila and when i do go home, he's always at work. i want him to know that i'm still and will always be his little kikay tulo laway. and i'm never too old to get piggy back rides, you know. i know papa is (hehe). but i also know that he will always be willing to give me one. hehe. ang sarap maglambing sa tatay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6007023037554348383?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6007023037554348383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6007023037554348383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6007023037554348383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6007023037554348383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/dada.html' title='papa&apos;s girl. &lt;3'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/R0VkbWVMCwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JoLfwtHz2Ns/s72-c/.Tinatakpan+ung+FAT+NECK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-6239636454040792670</id><published>2007-11-21T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:40:39.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang paghaharap ni 5700 at 5300. haha.</title><content type='html'>walang umatend na prof sa 4 out 5 classes. one huge bummer! well, what the heck? i still had fun. ang daldal ko kaninang umaga, as in non-stop talak. nagtalo pa nga kami nila airo at welkim about who has the better music phone eh. my nokia 5700 vs. their nokia 5300. talo ako. lakas nilang mambara eh. mas malakas pa pala yung speaker ng phone nila kaysa sa akin. dammit! iniisip ko tuloy na my phone sucks. haha. langya kayo. may araw din kayo sakin!! ;P when ms. regacho (stat prof) entered the room, nalowbat ako bigla. haha. energy sucker talaga si ma'am. yung class niya yung pinaka-torturing sa lahat. it's not that the subject is hard. but for some unknown reasons, i get bored. i try to listen but somehow bigla-bigla na lang ako magde-daydream. i like that she's always smiling though. it is kind of irritating na but atleast she's not masungit or bugnutin. nakakatawa kanina! while she was writing on the board, maingay yung class tapos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ms. regacho:&lt;/strong&gt; (harap samin, still smiling) &lt;em&gt;This class is so noisy, huh?&lt;/em&gt; (looks back at the blackboard then looks at us again, nakasmile pa rin) &lt;em&gt;Some of you are very talkative. &lt;/em&gt;(sulat ulit sa board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like okay, ma'am, are you angry? coz it sure doesn't look like you are. wala ng ibang emosyon. hehe. maybe she's just a positive person. hey, maybe i should be like her! kasi di ba, i'm trying to stay optimistic na? hahaha. ayoko pa din. gusto ko rin naman kumunot yung noo ko kahit paminsan-minsan noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tumambay kami nila frenie and reina sa quadri park. anna went home already coz she wanted to go to alabang with her parents. ayun, the three of us ate ice cream na nakalagay sa bread. sarap! my two front teeth hurt though. haha. kwentuhan kami blah blah.. about friends, childhood crushes, christmas gifts, collection ng kung anu-ano. basta we were having a great time "chilling" (haha!) tapos muntik na kaming tamaan ng bola ng volleyball so we went home na. well, they did. ako andito sa library. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis si manong guard kanina. kasi di ba before i could enter the library, i had to scan my i.d. first then my picture would flash on the screen. i am sooooooo NOT proud of my picture kasi i looked like a guy who's super wasted! so anyway, when i passed by the guard, he looked at the screen and then looked at me. siguro he was wondering kung ako talaga yung nasa picture! hahahaha. shit, it was so embarrassing! hindi ko na siya tinignan, tuloy tuloy na kong naglakad kasi ayokong makita kung nakangiti siya or whatever. grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys in class were still celebrating the "one more chance" fever. haha. nung una, kantsawan tungkol sa pag-luha nila. yessssss! tapos sumunod, si justin kumakanta na ng "nanghihinayang" by jeremiah. si JUSTIN yun ah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;nanghihinayang.. nanghihinayang ang puso ko...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;hala, anu ba yan?? ang corny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: panoorin niyo kasi yung "one more chance"! pag napanood niyo yun kakanta na rin kayo buong araw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko tuloy manood! i want to know why it's such a big thing. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-6239636454040792670?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6239636454040792670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=6239636454040792670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6239636454040792670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/6239636454040792670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/paghaharap-ni-5700-at-5300-haha.html' title='ang paghaharap ni 5700 at 5300. haha.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-1044723329035106258</id><published>2007-11-20T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:36:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>funny thing. the guys in class want to watch "one more chance" (the bea-john lloyd movie) and right now i think they're in SM na. haha. i was looking for some songs over at imeem.com because i have to update the music library on my phone. i wanted to get a list of some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bobby&lt;/span&gt; valentino songs and nothing appeared coz apparently i typed "BOOBY VALENTINO". hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the eco test a while ago and for someone who didn't review last night, i think i did pretty well. i like dr. arsenio compared to mr. bernardo. last sem i got a 2.25 in eco, my lowest grade, coz mr. bernardo gave the hardest quizzes. this time, i think i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to pao, who according to mr. sarmago will become "the future financial blah blah blah"! haha. gotta run! still have tons of things to do like read the seventeen mag with lauren conrad on the cover, which i bought yesterday at filbar's. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during speech..&lt;br /&gt;mr. sarmago on using the correct pronunciation of shampoo outside the classrom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aling nena, pabili nga ako ng sham-pooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-1044723329035106258?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1044723329035106258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=1044723329035106258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1044723329035106258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/1044723329035106258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780464157400753511.post-7201170304072387470</id><published>2007-11-18T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:32:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he makes me feel so vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>i so love secondhand serenade's &lt;u&gt;vulnerable&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was born to tell you i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't that a song already?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i get a B in originality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's true that i can't go on without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your smile makes me see clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you could only see in the mirror what i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tons of work to do but i'm too lazy to get my butt off this oh so comfy chair.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;BA home work&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;SCL home work&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;ACCTG practice exercises&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. STAT exercises&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;buy whiteboard marker&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;buy plastic cover for books&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;review for SCL quiz tomorrow. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;[wala naman palang quiz. hehe.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost done with the first one. i just have to transfer my answers on a clean sheet of paper. sa SCL (sociology), wala pa kong nagagawa. haha. shet! katamaran nga naman. blah! sige sige. aalis na nga ako. i have to change my study habit for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780464157400753511-7201170304072387470?l=wee-wolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7201170304072387470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780464157400753511&amp;postID=7201170304072387470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7201170304072387470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780464157400753511/posts/default/7201170304072387470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wee-wolf.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-makes-me-feel-so-vulnerable.html' title='he makes me feel so vulnerable.'/><author><name>karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4jv0WcgUWs/SJP2DnPHLxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H8JrO1f6Efc/S220/1251.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
