<?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-6799287</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:21.061+05:00</updated><category term='sykes'/><category term='blog skin'/><category term='angst'/><category term='job'/><category term='tan'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='boracay'/><category term='anathema'/><title type='text'>silent_incantations</title><subtitle type='html'>..:: i summon the night and script its darkness into Beauty::..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-7981485939065975991</id><published>2007-10-19T16:09:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:16:59.322+05:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you!</title><content type='html'>dahil sa ginawa samen ni Aquino, lalo kong hinanap hanap ang mga paborito kong professor. Miss ko na kayo sir garcia(Stat) at ma'am garcia(Natsci). NEXT-UHHHH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap niyo kasing gayahin at pagtripan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsup! tsup! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 NEXT-UHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-7981485939065975991?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/7981485939065975991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/7981485939065975991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-7669649823125057392</id><published>2007-10-17T15:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:07:55.671+05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKLA SI AQUINO...iskeyri.</title><content type='html'>Nako. andami kong hindi mabuksan na account (livejournal, multiply, etc.). Pati nga itong blogger account ko eh hindi ko rin mabuksan kanina. Mga sampung username at password ang sinubukan ko kanina at buti nalang tumama ang isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaawa ako sa sarili ko. Pati yung mismong "link/url" ng multiply account ko eh hindi ko na matandaan. Pano ba naman, two years ko nang hindi ginagamit yung multiply ko. Pero ayus lang kasi ang tanging nilalaman lang nun ay hayskul pics at ang mga produkto ng aking camwhoring. Buti nalang hindi alam ng mga kaklase ko sa journ ang aking multiply site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++++++++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKLA SI AQUINO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak na. Sa wakas. Hindi ko na makikita si Aquino. Grabe, pinaiyak niya ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko akalaing iiyak ako nung araw na yun. Akala ko naman kasi magiging okay ang lahat. Hindi kasi tinanggap ni Aquino yung magazine namen nung saturday dahil na-late si miggy ng 15 mnutes. Amp. So pinabalik niya kame ng Monday, at akala ko, sesermonan lang nya kame tapos tatanggapin na nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe niya, i-meet daw nya kame ng 9:30, pero dumating siya malapit nang mag-11. Tang ina, siya nga na-late ng lagpas isang oras samantalang kame 15 minutes lang na-late sa pagpasa. Tang inang silahis yun. &lt;strong&gt;Bakla! Bakla! Bakla!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinapasok niya kame sa office. Naglakas loob akong tumayo sa pinakaharap at pinakagitna ng table niya dahil inisip ko na ako ang magpapaliwanag just incase mapansin niyang 13 pages lang ang magazine namen. Kasalanan ko kasi kung bakit kulang ng 13 pages ang mag namen. Pero wala pa man kameng sinasabe o ginagawa, bigla niyang sinabe na hindi niya tatanggapin ang magazine namen at INCOMPLETE ang grade namen. Pagkasabe palang niya nun, naluluha nako, pero pinigil kong umiyak kasi ako nga ang nasa pinakaharapan. Syempre nahiya naman akong umiyak agad noh. Sinubukan nameng makiusap sa kanya pero sabe niya incomplete daw talaga ang grade namen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandang tanda ko pa ang huli kong sinabe sa kanya bago ako tuluyang umiyak. Sabe ko &lt;em&gt;"Wala na ba talaga kameng pwedeng magawa para hindi kame maging incomplete?"&lt;/em&gt; Syempre sinabe niya wala. Pagkalipas ng ilang minutong pakikiusap sa kanya, napansin kong naluluha na rin ang mata ng ilan sa aking mga kagrupo. Di ko na napigil ang iyak ko. Tumalikod nalang ako bigla at umiyak ng todo. Nakakahiya kasi ako yung unang umiyak sameng lahat. Pero di ko na talaga napigilan kasi ang bigat sa kalooban. Pinagpuyatan ko yun, kung tutuusin, ako talaga yung nagpuyat sa grupo since ako yung naglayout. Di naman ako umaangal na ako lang magisa yung naglayout ng lahat kasi ako naman talaga yung nagpresenta na ako nalang yung maglelayout. Masaya talaga ko na ako yung naglayout ng mag namen. Balak ko kasing ipakita sa Managing Editor ng FLAME yung nilayout kong magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit lang kasi tanggapin na yung pinagpaguran namen eh mauuwi lang sa wala. Nasayang lang lahat ng pagpupuyat, oras at pera namen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatalikod, umiyak nalang ako sa balikat ni Aura dahil napansin kong pinagtitinginan ako ng mga tao sa office na yun. Sunod nang umiyak si Aura at Nikki. Hindi na ko nakinig sa mga sunod na sinabe nung baklang yun. Lumabas na kami at pinapasok na niya yung sunod na grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paglabas namen di na ko masyadong umiyak. Nagulat ako sa paghagulgol ni aura ng malakas. Pero di ko rin siya masisisi, scholar kasi siya, pag nagkaINC siya, malaki ang epekto nun sa pagaaral niya. Pero mas nagulat ako sa ginawa ni Miggy pagkalabas namen. Habang humahagulgol si Aura, &lt;strong&gt;inuuntog ni Miggy ang ulo niya sa pader ng Main Building. &lt;/strong&gt;Grabe. Shocking. Amf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkalabas ng ikalawang grupo, tinawag kame ni Aquino at sinabeng mag-exam nalang daw kame sa araw ding yun. 100 items. Syempre, wla na kameng magagawa kundi kunin ang exam na yun kahit may ilang delikado samen, tulad ni arf arf, &lt;strong&gt;X - LACSON MAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk. Masaya ko pero naawa din ako sa kanya kahit papano. Madedebar na siya. Aw. Babay Lacson Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit nadalian lang ako sa exam nung baklang yun, masama parin ang loob ko dahil hindi niya tinanggap ang aking master piece. Sayang, hindi niya nasulyapan ang gawa ng isang henyo na tulad ko! hahahahahaha (joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKLA KA AQUINO! BAKLA! TAKOT KA LANG SAKEN DAHIL ALAM MONG MAS MAGALENG AKO SAYO MAGLAYOUT!!! BAKLA KA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-7669649823125057392?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/7669649823125057392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/7669649823125057392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/10/bakla-si-aquinoiskeyri.html' title='BAKLA SI AQUINO...iskeyri.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-4682299432218763975</id><published>2007-06-06T09:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:57:28.363+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boracay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>bora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="154" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0551.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with my kuya and sister, negroitik na kame jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.. nakaka-depress! ang itim ko! leche.. kahit maghapon akong nakataklob ng malong, umitim parin ako.. amp. At na-erase ko pa ang mga pictures na naka-two-piece ako.. aw. minsan na ngalang ako mag two-piece, nawala pa yung picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-4682299432218763975?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/4682299432218763975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=4682299432218763975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/4682299432218763975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/4682299432218763975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/06/bora.html' title='bora!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-8281110234821126265</id><published>2007-06-02T10:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:46:32.013+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sykes'/><title type='text'>Paalam na rin sayo SYKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PITNEY BOWSE RATE CHANGE PROJECT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitney Bowse is the largest postal service company in the United States. Last May 14, 2007, Pitney Bowse decided to increase the rates of their postal service from .39 to .41 cents. This rate change was a big deal for their american clients since americans send out an average of 100 letters a day. Now to help their clients understand and adjust to the new rate change, Pitney Bowse collaborated with Sykes Asia, Inc and hired 250+ agents for a new account called the Pitney Bowse Rate Change Project. At syempre, isa na ako sa 250+ agents na yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My contract with sykes is over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my most fruitful summer vacation ever. I learned a lot of new things, met different kinds of people and got addicted to coffee and hot choco! We had access to unlimited coffee and hot choco in the pantry. At syempre sinulit ko yun, libre eh. Totoo pala yung kasabihan na kapag nagtrabaho ka sa call center eh ma-aadik ka sa kape!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa nakapag-adjust ang katawan ko. Ika nga ni momi, ang body clock ko daw ay pang isteyts parin. Di ako makatulog pag gabe.. Nagsisimula lang akong antukin kapag 7am na. Pero okay lang, may time pa naman para makapag adjust uli ang katawan ko bago magpasukan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="256" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0586.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my station. This was where I worked. I was lucky enough to be seated beside the lab area and my favorite Team Lead(TL), Stefan Pfleider. (Astig ka talaga!) That thing beside the monitor is called the AVAYA. Obviously, its what we used to handle calls. And that red button right there is what we call everybody's best friend, the MUTE button. Nyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="85" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0574.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Stefan Pfleider(Nyak! Hala Lagot tayo sa asawa mo! ahahhahah) ang landi ko talaga.. wahihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sykes recruited 250+ agents for the Rate Change Project. And since there were too many of us to handle, we were grouped and designated to different teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="135" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/IMG_0994.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="135" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/IMG_0987.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my team mates,mga bakla kayo! Lalo na yung nakaputi! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for being given the oppurtunity to work with these people. I learned a lot from them. Especially kuya POTZ! gawd. (na-realize ko na ang dami ko pang di nalalaman dahil sayo! napaka-virgin ko papala! nyahaha) I will really miss these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="103" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0591.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my batch4 buddies. Sayang.. ang dilim. anyways, di pa kame lahat yan.. sobrang dami di na nagkasya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sarap para ng pakiramdam ng sumusweldo. Lalo na yung unang sahod. Kahit kaunti lang yung nakuha ko, ang sarap parin ng feeling kasi alam mo na pinapaguran mo yun. Ang saya din pala pag nagtatrabaho na.. parang ayoko na na nga mag aral eh. Pero syempre gusto ko rin makagraduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang saya ng sykes experience noh Clarissa Joy?! Ibang klase talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad na ko magtype. Next tym nalang ung ibang kwento! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-8281110234821126265?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/8281110234821126265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=8281110234821126265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/8281110234821126265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/8281110234821126265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/06/paalam-na-rin-sayo-sykes.html' title='Paalam na rin sayo SYKES!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-6882056665281545757</id><published>2007-05-29T12:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:30:42.408+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anathema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog skin'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Anathema Skin...</title><content type='html'>Paalam. sawa na ko sayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="209" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/template_5.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko pa alam kung ipapasa ko din itong anathema skin na ginawa ko sa &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; oh hindi. Dahil dati nung nagpost ako ng mga ginawa kong blogskins sa &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins.com &lt;/a&gt;ay nagsisi ako.. binubura ang pangalan ko sa credits ng mga ginawa kong blogskins.. huhu. ma-konsensya kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, tatlo ang humihingi ng blogskin na ito. Ibibigay ko kaya..? (Drei? Maii?) Nyahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-6882056665281545757?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/6882056665281545757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=6882056665281545757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/6882056665281545757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/6882056665281545757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-anathema-skin.html' title='Goodbye Anathema Skin...'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-117646081725738440</id><published>2007-04-13T15:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:48:35.476+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sykes.</title><content type='html'>Ehem. Gusto ko lang ipaalam sainyo na napilitan lang akong mag update dahil kay louise-uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sa wakas. Natanggap na ko sa &lt;strong&gt;SYKES&lt;/strong&gt;( ang sykes po ay isang call center por yor inpormeysyon!) Ito ang pinaka-una kong in-apply-an na call center. At natanggap din si Joy. Yey! Buti nalang at nagkataon na pareho kame nang in-apply-an na call center kung hindi ay siguradong magiging loner ako dahil muka daw akong masungit! hmpft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amp. Dun din pala ako babagsak sa call center na yun. Nag-apply kasi ako sa Sykes nung March pa. At syempre, pumasa kame ne Joy sa lahat ng exam at interview. Ang problema nga lang sa sykes eh sobrang tagal ng processing ng application. Ang tagal ng tawag for contract signing! Akala nga namen ni Joy eh hindi na talaga kame tatawagan para sa contract signing. Naghintay ako ng 2 weeks bago sila tumawag. At kung alam ko lang sana na matatanggap ako sa Sykes eh di sana hindi na ako nagtry sa ibang call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Wednesday(April 11) kasi pumunta kame ni &lt;strong&gt;ParPi &lt;/strong&gt;sa Ayala upang maghanap ng trabaho. At nag-apply kame ni ParPi sa &lt;strong&gt;Citigroup. OO, isa din tong call center! desperado kame! &lt;/strong&gt;Pumasa kame sa lahat ng exam sa Citigroup pero hindi kame sumipot sa final interview. Pano ba naman kasi, 1 year contract ang inooffer samen at obligado pang magbayad kapag nagresign nang di pa tapos yung contract!! Syempre ni-decline namen yung offer at tumakas na kame! waheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nung Thursdee(April 12)naman, pumunta akong Ortigas kasama si &lt;strong&gt;ParPi, TeTs at Shayne(not shayne gammad)&lt;/strong&gt; para mag-apply sa &lt;strong&gt;Ambergris(call center ulet! hahaha). &lt;/strong&gt;Pumasa uli kame sa lahat ng exam at interview. At habang naghihintay kameng tawagin para sa final interview biglang nag-ring ang fone ko at yun na pala ang pinakahihintay kong tawag mula sa Sykes. Ine-schedule ako for contract signing ngayong araw na toh(April 13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kanina andun kame sa Sykes office para sa contract signing. Kasama ko si Joy at ang kanyang papa Harry Tiburcio. hehe. At kamusta naman? May kasabay pa kameng mga taga UST-Accounting kanina. Same account kame lahat kaya magkakasama kame sa training. Kaso nga lang, ang layo ng training. Sa Buendia pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Nakakakaba pala talagang mag-sign ng contrata. Antagal kong nakatitig sa contrata at nagdalawang isip pa ko kung magsa-sign ako o hindi. Pero pagdating nung facilitator, bigla akong napa-sign sa contrata. Nataranta na kasi ako dahil ako nalang pala yung hindi nagsa-sign. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag may sweldo nako papainom ako! hahahah blowout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-117646081725738440?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/117646081725738440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=117646081725738440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117646081725738440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117646081725738440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-sykes.html' title='I am sykes.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-117524779105432365</id><published>2007-03-30T15:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:45:35.700+05:00</updated><title type='text'>OLGM is for you and me..</title><content type='html'>putang ina. Isasara na ang alma mater namen! Wala nang Our Lord's Grace Montessori School and Colleges. Punyeta. Pagkamahal mahal naman kasi ng tuition! nag-alisan tuloy ang mga estudyante. Ngayon na ang huling araw ng OLGM. Bukas sarado na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my batchmates have been planning to go to the so- called-&lt;strong&gt;last-graduation&lt;/strong&gt; of OLGM. It'll be held later this afternoon. Hay.. nakakalungkot! wala na kameng mababalikan na alma mater.. sayang.. T_T kahit sobrang kinasuklaman ko ang skul na yun, nalulungkot parin ako dahil tuluyan na syang mawawala.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong first dun..first crush, first &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt;.. blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my seat. sa akin ang pinakamagandang upuan dahil nasa tapat ito ng electric fan! hahahaha dami memories dito! (ang korny ng bulletin board. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Myd0main.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutulog kame nyan sa labas ng music room. ayun si shayne oh! pakyut nanaman hahaha ako yung katabi katabi nyang may hawak ng fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/2logehh.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amp! emote by the pool! amp! inaamoy ko kilikili ko hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/emoteeh.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ko na kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Isapangpose.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahehehhe! isa pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Posenamanjan.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! pose muna! hahahaha ang drama nyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="369" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Pangstarstruckehh.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLGM MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;.. to you we give our love and loyalty (loyalty!)&lt;br /&gt;OLGM OLGM OLGM.. OLGM is for you and me.! hahahaha (ang korny ng hymn na toh pero mamimiss ko ang pagkanta neto! huhuhu T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-117524779105432365?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/117524779105432365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=117524779105432365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117524779105432365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117524779105432365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/03/olgm-is-for-you-and-me.html' title='OLGM is for you and me..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-117489534980422791</id><published>2007-03-26T13:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:49:09.816+05:00</updated><title type='text'>kapooch</title><content type='html'>sa wakas. at nagkaroon din ako ng unting gana magpost ng entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na. di ako mag-i-english. kaya sorry nalang sa mga conyo na hindi makakaintindi neto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na ulit magblog. pero wala akong motibasyon para magblog. Wala naman kasing nangyayaring maganda sa buhay ko na sa tingin ko ay karapat dapat na ipaalam sa mundo. At nasa istage pa ako ng pagdedesisyon kung magshishift ako o hindi. Amp. CFAD o AB? waaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFAD -  eto ang lugar na matagal ko nang pinapangarap na pag-shift-an. Andito rin kasi ang crush kong kamuka ni Paolo Paraiso. Pero dahil masyado na akong napamahal sa 2JRN1 (..na magiging 3JRN1 na next yir) ay nahihirapan akong magdesisyon kung magshihift pa o hindi. Sayang din kasi ang dalawang taon na ginugol ko sa kursong Journalism. At talagang mamimiss ko ang mga kaklase ko sa 2JRN1.  hu hu hu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-117489534980422791?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/117489534980422791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=117489534980422791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117489534980422791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/117489534980422791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2007/03/kapooch.html' title='kapooch'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-115563342542512788</id><published>2006-08-15T13:09:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:17:05.483+05:00</updated><title type='text'>watchap ketchup?</title><content type='html'>okay.. Our PC's fixed! Yey! at eto na ang entry kong matagal ko nang pinangako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meg's debut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was one of the 18 candles(again). I wore a black cocktail dress that inevitably exposed my enormous arms and legs. =P~ When the program was over, waiters served beers and as expected,me and sunal-Shayne got pretty drunk. Waaa.. The night was crazy, I tell you. I laughed and laughed through out the whole night while Shayne cried her eyes out beside me. I really dont know what got into me when I decided to carry Shayne to the CR. Siguro sobrang sabog ko na kasi nun. Nung buhat ko na sya, na-out balance kami at lumagapak sa sahig! We fell at the middle of the dance floor! &lt;strong&gt;OMFGWTHDTH?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party was all over, JC carried me to the elevator while Xavier(F*ck you!) carried Shayne. (Something embarassing happened in the elevator..but I won't tell you!) WAHEHHE...&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for JC's kind assitance I would've collapsed on the lobby by the time we got there. Dad fetched me at around 1 o'clock in the morning. Grabe ang hirap itago yung pagkalasing ko. I tried my best to stay awake and have a decent conversation with Dad in the car even though I reeked of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world was turning upside down by the time we arrived home. I almost fell asleep at the bathroom for Chrissakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRELIM WEEK IS OVER!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast, prelims is over. I passed in all the exams. I was a bit disappointed with the score that I got at Finance though. I got a score with an equivalent of 89. Ugh. T_T I studied really hard but I guess my best wasn't good enough. (im so EMO hehe). I guess I expected too much of myself after getting perfect scores in all the quizzes and seatworks. *hayy* Anyways, I passed Sir Olivar's excruciating exam in NatSci! Oh God,I can't believe I passed! Yey for meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;August 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12 was Majic's debut and was also supposed to be &lt;s&gt;OUR 3RD ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/s&gt;   But due to miscommunication, WE weren't able to celebrate and I ended up going to Majic's debut at Blue Gardens instead. The food was uhm.. terrible. And the program was a bit too long. But I guess going there was worth it. I was able to catch up with some of my old highschool buddies and we had long chitchats about online games. Plus I saw Andy(errr..) and Keiji again! Thank God I saw Andy, I was able to ask him a couple of things about CFAD. Woohoo! CFAD here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an after party at Grilla. And we pretended that we were having a "Pre School Reunion from Hardvard" (Wahehehe.. pauso ni Margaret at Axil). I drank a few bottles of San Mig Light and coke but had to call it a day since Dad relentlessly nagged me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hanggang dito nalang muna.. nagmamadali ako eh.. sori kung may wrong grammar. wla na kong time para ayusin eh!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-115563342542512788?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/115563342542512788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=115563342542512788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115563342542512788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115563342542512788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/08/watchap-ketchup.html' title='watchap ketchup?'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-115424402539687636</id><published>2006-07-30T12:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:20:25.410+05:00</updated><title type='text'>hang overish-ish-ish</title><content type='html'>I broke the computer again so I'm not able to update at home anymore. I'm currently in a computer shop at SM north carpark.  LOL. (Tang ina ang mahal ng bayad dito amp! so hayun.. di muna ako makakapag post ng entry na mahaba dahil baka mahal ang bayaran ko mamaya hehe.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya ng debut ni Meg kagabe! KAhit mejo maraming flaws sa program, masaya parin! bumaha ng beer! at nalaseng kami ni sunal-Shayne!! Grabeng senglot namen kagabe.. kinailangan pa kaming buhatin nila JC. At ang pinaka embarassing moment pa eh.. nung binuhat ko si Shayne para dalhin sa CR, &lt;strong&gt;lumagapak kami sa sahig!&lt;/strong&gt; waaaaaaaa.... sa susunod na entry ko nala ng i-e-elaborate and lahat ng pangyayari! May hang over pa ko.. di ba halata? WAHEHEHHEHEHE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-115424402539687636?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/115424402539687636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=115424402539687636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115424402539687636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115424402539687636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/07/hang-overish-ish-ish.html' title='hang overish-ish-ish'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-115011053536077722</id><published>2006-06-12T14:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:16:30.300+05:00</updated><title type='text'>nakapag update rin ako sa wakas!</title><content type='html'>The trip to &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday was so tiring. The mall is really huge and the over all design of the building is kinda similar to that of Sm Baguio. I guess it really is fit to be called &lt;strong&gt;"Mall of Asia".&lt;/strong&gt; But I think shopping there is really inconvenient. The considerable amount of people makes it impossible for you to shop. Even though we wandered around the mall for 5 hours, we were only able to buy some accesories at &lt;em&gt;the bead shop&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;The saleslady ticked me off, dont ask). Then we had to fall in line for 30 minutes just to buy bread at &lt;em&gt;breadtalk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The bread there is really good and was really worth the wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall of Asia is more of a tourist spot than a shopping mall. The view of the ocean as the sun set was really beautiful, I might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of classes. Finally, I wouldn't be a bum anymore. *woohoo* And I would be able to play flyff and dotA again. yipeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-115011053536077722?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/115011053536077722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=115011053536077722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115011053536077722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/115011053536077722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/06/nakapag-update-rin-ako-sa-wakas.html' title='nakapag update rin ako sa wakas!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114974525728116171</id><published>2006-06-08T10:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:40:57.353+05:00</updated><title type='text'>troppo</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your so unfair. You know I still love you but why do you keep on hurting me? Why are you doing this to me? DAMN YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114974525728116171?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114974525728116171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114974525728116171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114974525728116171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114974525728116171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/06/troppo.html' title='troppo'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114550297903915580</id><published>2006-04-20T08:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:22:45.146+05:00</updated><title type='text'>bum-mer</title><content type='html'>Summer class is no fun at all. I hate the schedule(1-3 PM, ang init!), I hate the prof and most of all, I hate my classmates(except my journ buddies). The class is composed of mostly kikays ,conyotiks, sycophants and clowns who laugh at the professor's corny jokes. *..* Ang dami pang nagmamagaling. Recite nang recite pero wala namang kwenta yung sinasabe. Nagpapa-impress lang sa prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my daily routine. I wake up at about 10:30 am (because I love to stay up late) and leave for school at 12:00 PM. My class starts at 1 and ends at 3. I play dotA afterwards with my dota buddies and go home at 5. I hate this schedule because I haven't been able to do much of my summer projects(websites, icons, templates). Oh well, atleast I have allowance. ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114550297903915580?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114550297903915580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114550297903915580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114550297903915580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114550297903915580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/bum-mer.html' title='bum-mer'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114465223571783075</id><published>2006-04-10T11:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:06:12.873+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can never show my face to Nimitz again!</title><content type='html'>I finally had the courage to tell my mum that I got a failing grade in eco. I'm surprised that she didn't got mad at me after hearing the bad news. *sigh* This is so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN DOTA!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY DID I LET MYSELF GET ADDICTED TO THIS STUPID GAME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....pero it's soooo addicting.. dba? dba? dba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I hate my life now. It's not how I expected my college life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114465223571783075?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114465223571783075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114465223571783075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114465223571783075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114465223571783075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-never-show-my-face-to-nimitz.html' title='I can never show my face to Nimitz again!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114439614970984442</id><published>2006-04-07T12:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:49:09.780+05:00</updated><title type='text'>woebegone</title><content type='html'>I flunked in eco.Now I have to re-take the stupid course all over again. I feel so pathetic. I recieved a medal for being best in economics when I was in 4th year highschool and now this.What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne and my dotA buddies will be debarred. Only Kim, Irene and I are left. T_____T How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April 7, and I'm supposed to do my April-7-rituals to re-live/reminisce that oh-so-rueful tragedy that happened 2 years ago. But after seeing my grades, nawalan ako ng gana.. T_____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114439614970984442?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114439614970984442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114439614970984442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114439614970984442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114439614970984442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/woebegone.html' title='woebegone'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114420592539896434</id><published>2006-04-05T06:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T07:58:45.476+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ay em duh boss ageyn</title><content type='html'>I'm here in my dad's office again. *bummer* I used to like going here 'coz I'm always pampered by his people(meaning, I'm always asked if I need anything...etc) but now that I'm all grown up, I'm starting to hate it. However, I still love seating in Dad's BIG-BOSSY chair(...and act superior) and meddling with the confidential files on his computer. WAHEHEHE! I hate it when  people here tell me how big I am now (I used to visit here when I was still in elementary) and remind me of what I used to do here when I was little. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I'm bored. There's nothing fun to do here. I've been staring at Dad's trophies for the past 15 minutes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to LTO to apply for a student driver license this morning. Dad said that we should arrive there early(atleast 9AM) so that we would be served first and avoid the unruly crowd later. But since I woke up late and got dressed in a very slow pace, Dad got very mad at me and left me here all alone in his office. T______T Oh well... at least the internet connection here is fast and I don't have to worry about the bill since the internet here is free. *YeY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to go swimming with Shayne and the others(my DOTA buddies and deathrow) at Club Manila East today. Pero dahil alam kong hindi ako papayagan sumama eh hindi na ko naglakas loob na magpaalam sa mga magulang ko dahil alam ko kahit anong gawin kong paliwanag at pakiusap sa kanila eh hindi parin nila ko papayagan. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous people(mostly men) have been texting me and asking for my "nasl". *Yuck* napaka-FC naman eh noh...? I later found out from one of them that a certain guy named "ito54joni" has been posting my number on &lt;a href="http://g-blogs.com/moblogs/gb-main.jsp"&gt;g-blogs&lt;/a&gt;. And one of'em said that they got my number from a pulper.  Tang ina talaga eh noh... Oh well... I'm not surprised about that. It's part of pulpers' reputation, I guess. Pero taena talga...tantanan nyo nako! stop texting me! T_____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114420592539896434?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114420592539896434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114420592539896434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114420592539896434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114420592539896434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/ay-em-duh-boss-ageyn.html' title='ay em duh boss ageyn'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114396200768827659</id><published>2006-04-01T18:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:34:05.686+05:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools. DUH.</title><content type='html'>6:15 PM *message alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"This is *****'s mom i am texting everyone in his phonebook to pls pray 4 him. he suffered a severe head injury and is now in d hospital. Pls pray 4 our son. tnx. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH SHUT UP. (wala na ba kayong mas-credible na prank kesa jan?!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends actually fell for this crap. One of 'em even called me and asked if the message was true. WAHEHEHEHE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114396200768827659?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114396200768827659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114396200768827659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114396200768827659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114396200768827659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-duh.html' title='april fools. DUH.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114388461108335626</id><published>2006-04-01T14:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:50:57.183+05:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaaa!</title><content type='html'>New skin! Made by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO: Withered Rose &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know where you got it but thank you so much for giving me the background pic! I added a few changes, as you can see. ^____^ I used brushes(again!) I'll finish your skin as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to the wonderful people who made those brushes that I used, THANKYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually use snow codes, but I find this skin kind of... dull without it. ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114388461108335626?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114388461108335626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114388461108335626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114388461108335626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114388461108335626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/04/tadaaa.html' title='tadaaa!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114387693339085121</id><published>2006-03-31T12:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:35:33.403+05:00</updated><title type='text'>its summer...</title><content type='html'>...and I've got all the time I need to focus on my new projects(I'm making blogskins/layouts/websites for some friends) that'll keep me busy for a while. &lt;strong&gt;Ohhh multimedia arts, isdachu?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is also the perfect time for me to lose weight. I decided to go on a diet, again. So I skipped breakfast and exercised a lot this morning. I did 200 sit-ups and 50 up and down squats for an hour. After the fatiguing exercise, I dropped dead to the floor. It was a struggle just to make it to the bed. I was so dizzy and weary that I had to lay very still on my bed for 30 excruciating minutes. T______T *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that hard work went to waste after feasting over a not-so-delicious-cheeseburger and a couple of french fries from McDonalds that Dad brought home this afternoon. &lt;strong&gt;MY DIET IS RUINED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114387693339085121?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114387693339085121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114387693339085121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114387693339085121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114387693339085121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-summer_31.html' title='its summer...'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114127216054831542</id><published>2006-03-02T08:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:02:40.606+05:00</updated><title type='text'>RISSSEERRRTTTSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GAWD!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm frustrated as hell with all my paperworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got a report on Theology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still hafta finish my articles for Journ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to make the introduction and conclusion for my research paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have another debut to attend to and I have to buy a gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to to look for books that'll serve as our reference for the research paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to confront and tell my "partner" that I really want to drop him because he isn't doing much for the research. T___T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go to Glorieta later to meet with "boo" and get my "booty"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to negotiate with the student-band-members that will be our "subjects" for our socio project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to find more student-band-members! UGH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to re-write the data gathering procedure for Socio! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go to the AB choral concert this saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to write a short story for *DeMenTed WHore* (I promised that I'd give it this Sunday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to attend a sort of "creative writing" seminar that mom told me to go to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAAAA!!! I was supposed to start doing the conclusion part for our research writing subject last night but I cant. I felt like my head was about to explode, so I cried. (yeah I'm a crybaby T____T) di ko lang talaga kinaya yung pressure. At naiinis pa talga ko dun sa partner ko na halos walang ginagawa... TANG INA! I wanted to talk to my mother last night pero since "mataas ang pride ko", sinolo ko nalang ang pag iyak... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really worried about my grades this semester. Yesterday, my eco prof gave out the prelims exam papers and the second quiz. I was really really really devastated with the results. Oh well.... T______T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANNA BE A FUCKIN' JOURNALIST!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114127216054831542?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114127216054831542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114127216054831542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114127216054831542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114127216054831542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/03/rissseerrrtttss.html' title='RISSSEERRRTTTSS!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-114121968093782834</id><published>2006-03-01T17:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:28:00.993+05:00</updated><title type='text'>my little gothic princess..</title><content type='html'>The more I look at you, the more I fall inlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung lalake alang sana ako, liligawan na kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-114121968093782834?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/114121968093782834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=114121968093782834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114121968093782834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/114121968093782834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-little-gothic-princess.html' title='my little gothic princess..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113982774814496039</id><published>2006-02-13T14:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:51:53.600+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>12:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blaring noise in our classroom suddenly turned into deafening silence. Medicine students came in our classroom, including Joy's boyfriend and serenaded Joy. It was the sweetest thing ever. *kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont wori.. I aint expecting anything from you this valentines day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113982774814496039?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113982774814496039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113982774814496039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113982774814496039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113982774814496039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/02/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113957944273695379</id><published>2006-02-10T18:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:10:22.680+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy AB Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4303/386/1600/000_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week before the AB week, we were told to cover the events during the AB week for our Journalism Subject. We will be creating/publishing our own newspaper which will serve as our Journ202 Final Exam. *woot* &lt;strong&gt;*Journalist Mode: ON*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The AB week started with a parade. The AB students, including moi, walked around the campus with long balloons (like the ones that clowns use to make different shapes of animals). We cheered and screamed a lot and took pictures of ourselves.. Here are some of'em.. you wont see me in any of the pics WAHEHEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO JOURN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4303/386/1600/000_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4303/386/320/000_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kikay classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/6657e4d0.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Sir Coronacion (yellow shirt) *kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0200.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne infront (Pa-cute as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0208.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1jrn1 (left) and 1jrn2 (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/ac6d64cd.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infront of AB building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0209.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya John(the tall one infront) and LOLA (in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0203.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates with our seniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0205.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piktyur! piktyur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the AB building, everyone sang the &lt;em&gt;"happy birthday AB song".&lt;/em&gt; I really wanted to take a picture of the AB birthday cake so kinapalan ko a mukha ko.. sabay sabe kay Kuya Voltaire(he's the student council auditor).. &lt;em&gt;"Kuya Voltz, pa piktyur!"&lt;/em&gt; He was holding the cake ^_____^ Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0221.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, I went to cover the &lt;strong&gt;"FoodFest"&lt;/strong&gt; at the AB lobby. The food was terrible, except for the cake.(..that Kuya Voltaire was holding hehe..) I had a hard time eating. Me and Shayne ate at the corridor. We sat on the floor where people who passed by almost stepped on our food. (grrr..) Then we played dotA. *weeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened. The campaign for next years's student council started. Parties from different organizations came in and out of classrooms to campaign. I really like their speeches. I cant remember how many times I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"whoa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while listening to their speeches. *bows down* And ofcourse, I took pictures of'em for our Journ Finals. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my first class to play dotA. Then I heard from a classmate that our new Literature Professor has finally come to class. I was supposed to visit Cris, but I got a bit curious about the Lit. Prof so I went to class, even though I was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER, really. She claims that she is a VAMPIRE/GOTH. (OMFGHMOJ!!!) &lt;s&gt;Fuck you! I hate self proclaim-Vampires/Goths. Ugh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campaigns kept going on. My bag's full of "campaign flyers" (tama ba spelling?) that people at the lobby kept on giving me even though I say "no". Anyways, I cut my Theology class to attend and cover the Symposium that was held at St. Raymund's Auditorium. It was a tribute to Archbishop Miguel de Benavides delivered by Fr. Lucio Guitierrez. Me and Shayne stayed for about an hour and took pictures of the said event. When we got enough information and pictures, we decided to go out. But just as we were heading to the exit, Prof. Cruz( my english prof.) stopped us and asked us where we were going. We said we were leaving and she got furious because the symposium wasn't finish yet and it would be very rude if we would leave. The other prof's beside her also said some harsh things to us.I cant remember all of it, but there was this gay professor sitting next to my english prof. &lt;strong&gt;that was really MEAN&lt;/strong&gt;. As in taas kilay pa habang sinabihan kaming.. &lt;strong&gt;"WALANG BREEDING"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH. Tagos talga.&lt;/strong&gt; It's the first time that someone said something like that to me. T_____T &lt;strong&gt;We felt really HUMILIATED.&lt;/strong&gt; Buti nga naglaan pa kami ng time para i-cover yang symposium eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did an ambush interview with the three candidates running for presidency in the AB student COuncil. We first interviewed "Milfred", I really liked the way he spoke. ^_____^ Next was "Ericson", a fellow journalism student who used to be my seatmate in Journ101. And finally, "Voltaire" who is currently the Student Council Auditor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala rin masyado classes. Di pumasok iba kong prof. Pero pumasok yung bagong Lit Prof. Si Ms. G. I still hate her. She keeps on telling the class that she is acquianted with FAMOUS PEOPLE like Wawi Navaroza(one of my idols) and ChinChin Gutierrez. And her lessons are all about "HER". DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero minsan gusto ko sya.. Minsan hindi =P~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shayne decided to go to school wearing casual clothes. And we had trouble getting in because only students in AB shirts and uniforms were allowed to go in. Shayne had to leave her id at the entrance. (pesky guards!) We got our AB shirts through texting Kuya Voltaire. But it was Ate Che who took care of everything. (ThankyoU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to cover &lt;strong&gt;"Cheermania",&lt;/strong&gt; the college-wide cheering competition which was held earlier this afternoon at the UST Gymnasium. I took a lot of pictures. I got great shots since I stood behind the judges. And I also had a great view of the scoresheet! WAHHEHEHE!! Kinarir ko talga ang pagiging photojournalist ngayong araw. Takbo ako nang takbo para makakuha ng magandang shot at angle. Grabe nakakapagod maging journalist! WAAAAAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0323.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0352.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0341.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 253px" height="199" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/blasphemousbiatch/000_0336.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113957944273695379?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113957944273695379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113957944273695379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113957944273695379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113957944273695379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-ab-week.html' title='Happy AB Week!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113861681172692161</id><published>2006-01-30T15:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:36:21.376+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahihih..</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried about my dad's jacket. LOL. I accidentally left it in some computer shop in Dapitan. Stupid. When I got home, I immediately texted Shayne to look for it. But she had already left the computer shop, and told a guy named Robert to look for it. I owe that Robert guy bigtime, whoever he is. hehe.. I was supposed to pick it up today(Monday) but Robert gave it to Ron Mola, one of the guys at Rotross who once played dotA with us. The only problem is, I cant remember what he looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cris' house last Saturday to deliver his gift. Bwahhaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Me and my groupmates(Shayne, Joshua, Test, Lome-Lomeda) in theology were supposed to do our immersion-thingy. But due to one of my groupmate's lack of responsibility (errrr...) we weren't able to confirm the damn immersion with the parish. We were supposed to teach children at the Sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;The detrimental shoes of evil are still killing my feet. I still can't walk straight. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesaday&lt;br /&gt;We will be interviewing some bands at Mayrics tomorrow. I made an appointment with the band, "Kneels on Nails". We'll be covering the gig. Sana lang payagan akong pumunta bukas.. &lt;strong&gt;T_____T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our damn sociology project, I will be forced to face/do one of the things I deeply abhor just for the sake of having a good grade :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An EB with the people I talk to at YM/MIRC and meeting pulpers in person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why.. I start to feel butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113861681172692161?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113861681172692161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113861681172692161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113861681172692161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113861681172692161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahihih.html' title='ahihih..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113800755863397658</id><published>2006-01-23T14:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:17:31.850+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ay em duh bosssss..</title><content type='html'>Me again. BAH. I'm bored. I'm still here in Dad's office. Sitting on his BIG-BOSSY-CHAIR. (Ngak!) I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I acquired some new CHIKA-CHUVANESS-ness today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item no. 1&lt;br /&gt;One of my P-friends just got "anal-divirginized" yesterday. (tama ba spelling?!) &lt;strong&gt;(WTFOMFG!! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item no. 2&lt;br /&gt;Si.. M at si J .. SILA NA DAW. &lt;strong&gt;(OMFG! TSK!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item no. 3&lt;br /&gt;Si G daw ay pina-TONGUE ang kanya "my humps" kay ex-B &lt;strong&gt;(WAAAAAAAAAAAA!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item no. 4&lt;br /&gt;Nung PAskuhan sa USTE, nabalitang may mga nilalang na nagtalik sa kadiliman.. SInasabeng si F at I daw ito&lt;strong&gt;..(wahehehe ) (HUWAT?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHEHEH.. sorry nalang matamaan jan.. wooohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113800755863397658?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113800755863397658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113800755863397658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113800755863397658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113800755863397658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/01/ay-em-duh-bosssss.html' title='ay em duh bosssss..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113800668583426599</id><published>2006-01-23T13:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:58:05.856+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold! The detrimental shoes of EVIL!!</title><content type='html'>Because of these shoes my &lt;strong&gt;unblemished feet&lt;/strong&gt; (nyaks!) are now full of bruises and blisters. I feel sooooooooooooooo stooooopid. I shouldn't have bought it. Mom calls it a "&lt;strong&gt;deadly weapon&lt;/strong&gt;" because of the high pointy heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my economics class, I couldn't bare the pain anymore so I rushed to Mini Stop to buy some band aids. At since ngayon lang ulit ako nagsuot ng ganung kaliit at taas na heels, &lt;strong&gt;sakang&lt;/strong&gt; ako maglakad waheheheh... Shayne teasing me really wasn't of any help at all. I unconsciously ran after her, trying to pull her hair to take revenge (hehe..) but all that running just caused me much more pain. After all the fuss, I immediately went back to the classroom to aid my aching feet. I put 4 band aids in each foot. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deer feet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it hurts. I feel it just as much as you do. Don't worry, in a couple of weeks the "deadly weapon" might soften up and alleviate a little and finally give us comfort. ^________^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(LOL!!!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113800668583426599?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113800668583426599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113800668583426599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113800668583426599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113800668583426599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/01/behold-detrimental-shoes-of-evil.html' title='Behold! The detrimental shoes of EVIL!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113694789617021125</id><published>2006-01-11T07:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:51:36.206+05:00</updated><title type='text'>merda!</title><content type='html'>I skipped class today because of these stupid reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go online today and chat with my old friends at irc to catch up on things while I was gone. (Stupid, I know..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to see my classmates today to avoid a great deal of humiliation. ( I did something stupid last night.. I'm so fucking stupid !!! I wasted a lot of load!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have a sick hang-over-ish feeling...(lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to diss "HER" today. WAHEHEHH!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to talk to nikki T________T &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to finish reading "eleven minutes".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113694789617021125?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113694789617021125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113694789617021125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113694789617021125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113694789617021125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/01/merda.html' title='merda!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113636553773242149</id><published>2006-01-04T13:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:05:37.783+05:00</updated><title type='text'>*touched*</title><content type='html'>Paolo gave me a cake.. an &lt;strong&gt;ube cake! Mah favorite flavor!&lt;/strong&gt; XD I'm so touched. Di ko talga akalain na bibilhan nya ko :D Irene gave me a black underwear =P~ from Shayne, some sort of multi-colored belt...?(di ko talga alam) from Angie, a black framed photo of me. &lt;strong&gt;Waaa.. I'm so happy. ^______^ Thanks guys your the best! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113636553773242149?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113636553773242149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113636553773242149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113636553773242149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113636553773242149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2006/01/touched.html' title='*touched*'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113600576816948435</id><published>2005-12-31T10:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:09:28.170+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's mah birthday! Eureka is now officially 17 years old! ^______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113600576816948435?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113600576816948435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113600576816948435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113600576816948435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113600576816948435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113582572841778515</id><published>2005-12-29T07:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:18:31.053+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo ho ho</title><content type='html'>Meri Xmas! (I think it's a little too late for that wahehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code that mom and dad gave me this christmas. &lt;strong&gt;(tangna' astig tlga!)&lt;/strong&gt; It's the best among the things that I recieved this christmas. I wish I didn't finish it "agad" kasi ngayon, wala nanaman akong magawa kundi mag 'net, nuod tv at kulitin ang sis ko. We watched King Kong last Monday. Poor King Kong. hu hu hu.. T___T Me and my siblings will be watchin' chicken little this afternoon. Buti naman may pakakaabalahan ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a lot of people, I mean, &lt;strong&gt;"guys"&lt;/strong&gt; have been sending messages and smiles relentlessly to my 2nd friendster account. These people are &lt;strong&gt;"karirers&lt;/strong&gt;"(is there such a word? hehe L-A-M-E!). Yung iba pasimple pa na kunwari "&lt;strong&gt;wrong send yung message"&lt;/strong&gt; or "&lt;strong&gt;na-hack computer ko kaya di ako nagsend nung message na yun"&lt;/strong&gt; pagnagreply naman ako, ang sunod na message nila eh &lt;strong&gt;"ah ok,anu nga pla asl mo?". tsk tsk!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;L-A-M-E!!! Ang sarap sipain sa &lt;s&gt;bayag.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The whole thing is starting to tick me off. I guess the picture that I put there attracted a lot of attention. Wahhehehehe!!! I don't look like the picture at all, really. I used a lot of filters in photoshop to blur the picture but I guess it didn't make any difference. =P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck you "karirers"! You make me feel ugly waheheheh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113582572841778515?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113582572841778515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113582572841778515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113582572841778515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113582572841778515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/yo-ho-ho.html' title='Yo ho ho'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113505944049263698</id><published>2005-12-20T10:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:26:32.116+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist! YEY!!!</title><content type='html'>This was my christmas wishlist-post last December 23,2004..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~WishList~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this was saved as draft kaya ngayon ko lang napost.)This is the list of things I want for christmas at sa birthday ko na rin - Dec.31 (pagbigyan nyo n ako hehe nangangarap lang naman) ehehe ipo-post ko parin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;new cellpone. I'm getting tired of my 3610 nyahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;iPOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;umm..beer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;more bracelets! (yeah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Album ng Malice Micer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;my freedom from....(sikret)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;beer ulit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Album ng Finch(nawala eh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My independence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;contentment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;happiness and good health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;beer pa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matupad yung matagal ko nang pinapangarap na mangyari.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayun.. pero di kumpleto yan. Di ko na nilagay yung pinaka gusto ko. Kasi lam ko di na naman makukuha =( "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that I kept on putting "beer" on this wishlist. Wonder why.. wahehehehe Ang EMO ko talga dati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIVIA&lt;/strong&gt;: Did you know that I didn't recieve any of the "MATERIAL" things that I put on that wishlist? (well, I did recieve some bracelets hehe) And did you know na isa sa mga bagay na natanggap ko eh yung tinutukoy ko dun sa huling line na "pinaka gusto ko na di ko nilagay sa wishlist" ? waehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last line that I posted is full of sh**. I wish I never wished for &lt;strong&gt;that. Ugh!&lt;/strong&gt; nevermind why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(I KNOW I'M NOT MAKING ANY SENSE,SORRY)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW WISHLIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My own Digi Cam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Da Vinci Code book (I haven't read it yet.. woe is me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eyeliner (any color except black, brown and dark blue)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any of Within Temptations's album (I only have burned CD's hehe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a bouquet of roses (no really, I want someone to give me one! WAHEHHEHEH!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new cellphone,of course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WORLD PEACE nyahahahahah!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more beer ^____^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a PIG-stufftoy!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Gimme one!!! *squeals* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DONT GIVE ME ANYMORE BRACELETS(like the ones that I usually wear), STUFFED ANIMALS like dogs and cats, PAJAMAS, COLOGNE and TEDDY BEARS.. I'm sick of 'em&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113505944049263698?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113505944049263698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113505944049263698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113505944049263698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113505944049263698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-wishlist-yey.html' title='Christmas Wishlist! YEY!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113401758571602793</id><published>2005-12-08T07:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:06:57.876+05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from our trip to Bilibid Prison. &lt;strong&gt;I was deeply touched. It was an eye-opening experience.&lt;/strong&gt; It was really fun. I enjoyed the student-prisoner's presentations very much. They're really talented. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at UST at about 6:15 in the morning since they told us that we should be there on 6:30. We were supposed to leave at 7 o'clock but as usual, the buses were late. And we left UST at about 8:30. Filipino time talga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first visisted the &lt;strong&gt;"maximum prison"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;where the most notorious criminals in the country were.&lt;/strong&gt; The guys had to be seperated from the girls 'coz they had to be "stamped" so that they wouldn't be mistaken for inmates trying to escape. We weren't allowed to interact with them(SAYANG! baka makita ko pa si Hubert Webb heheh..) We just looked at them from the rooftop. I felt really sad for them. And I thought it was a really inhuman for us to look at them like "hamsters". While we were just observing them, I felt this really horrible feeling inside of me. Basta.. it's hard to explain. T____T I really felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the &lt;strong&gt;lethal injection chamber.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, not exactly inside. We were only allowed inside a mini museum of some sort. Inside was a replica of the &lt;strong&gt;"electric chair"&lt;/strong&gt; that they used to kill the prisoners. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to the &lt;strong&gt;"medium prison"&lt;/strong&gt; for our next activities. We stayed in the bus for like 40 minutes because we had to wait for the other buses to arive. It was lunch time and everyone was so damn hungry. But we can't eat til' we get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other bus have arrived and we were instructed to get inside. I was really nervous at first but was relieved when we were warmly welcomed by the prisoners. There was a band playing when we got to the activity hall. When everyone got inside, they started the program. First up was.. the interaction with the inmates. Me and my partner Nicole sat among the first three rows. And thank goodness we did. We were paired with the "building governors". Lucky me. There are 12 building governors in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got paired with &lt;strong&gt;Mang Antonio.&lt;/strong&gt; And he's really not scary at all. Infact, he looked like a very sweet and caring lolo to me. ^______^ He's one of the building governors, other wise known as &lt;strong&gt;"mayor". Sila yung mga SIGA sa loob na naguutos-utos lang.&lt;/strong&gt; He is the one incharge of the student's dormitory building and the primary kitchen. And he also teaches the student-prisoners. He handles about 500 prisoners. He's kind of in a gang or a leader of a gang. And since he's a mayor, he enjoys a lot of priveleges, like..he has his own room. electric fan, sari-sari store.. mga ganun. I was really nervous at first. This is my first time to interact with a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had lunch. I brought him Chicken &amp; Rice, ham and cheese sandwich and water from Burger King. I bought him coke actually, but I wasn't able to bring it inside 'coz coke in cans were prohibited. Sayang talga.. I could have brought more for him. tsk tsk.. I was really shy at first but as the conversation went on, I felt at ease with him. First, I introduced myself to him and told him a couple of things about my life. When I ran out of things to say, I ended up telling him how I hated to be a journalist, that journalists are killed, and that I didn't really want to take up this course anyway... things like that. After saying things like that, I really felt stupid. He must be getting bored with me. I'm not a good conversationalist at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me a lot about his life before prison. His work, family, lovelife hehe..Actually, we had some similarities as well, he too did not like the course he took up at college. He was also kind of rebellious to his parents like me. ^_____^ I was impressed with some of the stories he told me. He really inspired me in a lot of ways. Even though he's in prison, he's still income generating. He's also an adventist. IDOL ko sya actually, he's a non-smoker, and he believes that it's really wrong to have many wives/women in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the conversation, I decided to blurt out the most sensitive question that I've been eager to ask him since the conversation started ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt; Umm.. kung ok lang po, pwede po bang itanong kung pano kayo napunta dito? ano pong ginawa nyo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see how the expression on his face change when I asked the question. I was really surprised when he answered with a big grin on his face. I was kind of expecting that he would be kind of vague to answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS CRIME: he killed 3 policemen for self-defense. He spent 35 years in prison and he's finally getting out this december. YEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story actually, I wont put our whole conversation here simly because it's none of your beezwax!!! It's too complicated. Anyways, when the conversation was nearing to the end, a gay prisoner came to us and kinda forced me to buy their product. When I said no, Mang Antonio called back the gay and he bought me this small basket/pouch shaped like a grenade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="456" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/basketfrombilibid.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the getting-to-know conversation, the next program started. The student prisoners presented a play, sang, and danced. They're really talented actors. I also bought this from one of the prisoners outside of the hall for only 10 pesos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="354" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/cardfrombilibid.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really felt sad for when we had to say goodbye. I got more depressed when I saw my classmates say goodbye to their inmates. I didn't get to see Mang Antonio again. I was hoping to see him while we were walking out. I wanted to hug him and say thankyou for this eye-opening experience. This experience made me realize how lucky and blessed I am to be where I am right now. And I also think that this experience has made me a better person. I am very thankful for this experience and I will cherish it for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANA BUMALIK KAMI DUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113401758571602793?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113401758571602793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113401758571602793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113401758571602793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113401758571602793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113383738921577028</id><published>2005-12-06T07:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:49:49.596+05:00</updated><title type='text'>excursion to Bilibid Prison</title><content type='html'>new blog skin.. but I'm tryin' to make somethin' better. This is just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow will be our excursion to Bilibid Prison! Yey! I'm excited yet nervous about the whole thing. I've never been to a prison before. This'll be a new experience. We're gonna be interacting with some inmates. We'll each be assigned to interact with one inmate and talk about their life in prison. Kaso ngalang.. I'm not that sure if I'll be able to communicate well enough with the inmate that'll be assigned to me. I don't socialize well with other people. Especially to people I dont know or people that I just met for the first time. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;I'm a freak of nature&lt;/strong&gt;. eeeeccckk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also told to bring lunch for myself and my inmate. I was thinking that I'd bring my inmate some &lt;strong&gt;Jolly Cheezy Fries!&lt;/strong&gt; ehehe My favorite food as of now. I hope he'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the &lt;strong&gt;"interacting-stuff-and-things-that-I-could-share-with-my-inmate".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could do a show-and-tell. I'd show him the scar that I got from falling down the stairs. Or tell him about my lovelife. wahehehh &lt;strong&gt;(Hey, anybody could relate to that!)&lt;/strong&gt; Ask if he got a wife, kids and maybe his life before prison. Or maybe I'd bring my guitar and play for them. (if they'd let me bring it inside. hmmm..) I could also tell him about the books I've been reading for the past week, but maybe that's a boring topic to talk about. Oh well, I hope I could pull this off. Goodluck to me. ^______^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113383738921577028?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113383738921577028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113383738921577028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113383738921577028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113383738921577028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/excursion-to-bilibid-prison.html' title='excursion to Bilibid Prison'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113344419109865733</id><published>2005-12-01T17:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:02:00.143+05:00</updated><title type='text'>You pushing it too hard dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE people who slavishly mimic other people's style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ABHOR naggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I think know-it-all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113344419109865733?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113344419109865733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113344419109865733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113344419109865733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113344419109865733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-pushing-it-too-hard-dear.html' title='You pushing it too hard dear...'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113219661622163032</id><published>2005-11-17T07:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:08:46.173+05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupido.</title><content type='html'>I managed to recover some of the messages in my phone. Yey! I recovered some quotes and some of cris' first messages to me. ^_____^ astig! Well kahit ndi ko narecover lahat, atleast I have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, the &lt;s&gt;stupidest thing&lt;/s&gt; just happened to me last Tuesday. &lt;strong&gt;I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Paula and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~mushroom18"&gt;Sushi-kun&lt;/a&gt; went to get coffee on the 3rd floor. Then we headed back to the classroom for our literature class.While going down, I missed a step and fell on my knees. T____T I tumbled over three steps! Ouch. Sakit kaya! I got hurt A LOT. Now I have bruises all over my knees. Natuklap pa balat. T____T I spilled my coffee all over the floor. Good thing there were only a few people at the hallway. But they were all looking at me! They saw the whole thing! I'm was so embarrassed! T_____T I wanted to cry 'coz it hurt so bad but I ceased myself from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula and Sushi-kun helped me up and headed back to the classroom. Ngayon pa talga nangyari toh eh kung kelan college na ko! T_______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113219661622163032?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113219661622163032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113219661622163032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113219661622163032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113219661622163032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupido.html' title='stupido.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113187069398156502</id><published>2005-11-13T13:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:31:34.006+05:00</updated><title type='text'>tuiste T___T</title><content type='html'>Hey guess what? 800 plus messages on my phone are gone. Yep. All of it. Half of it from is Cris, the others are quotes from friends that dateback almost 2 years ago. T_____T I woke up this morning to check if I had new messages and I was devastated with what I found out. All of it. Gone. T________T Woe is me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant believe its all gone. Especially Cris' messages. ( para na ring diary ng relationship namen yun ~____~ can't live without it y'know..) &lt;s&gt;I read it when I miss him.&lt;/s&gt; LOL! Even the birthday-greetings from my friends that I saved are gone too. Including Nikki's "goodbye" message(its so precious too me. ) T_____T and floe's comical but somehow senseful advices.. hehe.. I even saved a copy of my lines from our play Illiad last fourth year highschool when I played the role of Hector's(Keiji-kun) wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've stopped mass messaging my classmates with mushy quotes. I really think that was the reason why my phone memory crashed/reformat or watever you call it. Hayyy.. I feel so stupid. I shouldn't have ignored the warnings like.. "full memory delete some data" or "Message appcc. error" that kept on popping out in my cellphone last night while I was texting with Arvee. If only I could turn back time. *too late Karla*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who'll read this : PLEASE TEXT ME SOME QUOTES!!! and make sure you send me mushy-sentimental-EMO-quotes ^______^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113187069398156502?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113187069398156502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113187069398156502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113187069398156502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113187069398156502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuiste-tt.html' title='tuiste T___T'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113178241510255570</id><published>2005-11-12T12:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:00:15.113+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Mr. Neil Perez *bow*</title><content type='html'>The stupidest song ever according to Mr. Neil Perez (my new literature prof. ^____^ C-O-O-L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ocean deep, I'm so afraid to show my feelings, I have sailed a million sailings. Solitary room, Ocean deep... will I ever find a lover? Maybe she has found another and as I cry my self to sleep I know this love of mine I'll keep, Ocean Deep."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is sooooooooooo damn right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113178241510255570?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113178241510255570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113178241510255570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113178241510255570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113178241510255570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/11/hail-mr-neil-perez-bow.html' title='Hail Mr. Neil Perez *bow*'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113155255840833949</id><published>2005-11-09T20:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T06:53:29.503+05:00</updated><title type='text'>sono stanca</title><content type='html'>Hallu! It's been a long time since I last udated this blog. I've been busy lately.. NOT!! Wahehehe.. The truth is, tinamad lang talga ko magpost dito. I did a lot of things during the sembreak. Went to bicol, practice our dance for Nikki's debut, attend Nikki's debut, play DOTA (ampfuta!! it's so addicting! I'm telling you.. Mejo dyahe ngalang 'coz I spent all of my safe-keep money from my allowance to play DOTA... Oh what da heck! Playing DOTA is worth it! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.. I'll chronicle my life. (as if naman may pumipilit hihihih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of unfortunate things happened to me. At sa totoo lang, matatawag ko nga tong Series of Unfortunate Events. I'll tell you why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shayne decided to play DOTA at Don Antonio the other day. We were supposed to play at Jules' net cafe pero pucha di namen mahanap! Jules said it was between Mang Boks and Fracaso. So there, me and Shayne walked and walked and walked til' we finally found Fracaso. But the net cafe was no where to be found. We decided to find Mang Boks instead. We asked a couple of people where Mang Boks was. They told us to ride a tricycle and just tell the driver to get us there. So we did. We were dropped off at Mang Boks but the net shop was still no where to be found. Tangna' mahal pa ng bayad sa tricycle. Things were starting to piss me off. It  started to rain so hard. Our feet were fuckin'wet. As in.. lublob sa baha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we decided to search for other net cafes around the area. As we were walking back towards Fracaso, I saw a laundry shop and there were computers inside. So I figured that that might be Jules' net cafe. &lt;strong&gt;Tang ina, computer shop tapos laundry shop yung pangalan! AMP!&lt;/strong&gt; (sori jules hehe..) Jules' siblings were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun.. pinalipas na namen galet namen since were finally gonna play dota! Pero, &lt;strong&gt;IT TURNS OUT NA WALA PALA SILANG DOTA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This really pissed me off. We're soaking wet, our feets cold, and all the walking back and forth made us all weary and fuckin' tired.&lt;/strong&gt; Kaya ayun.. hanap uli ng ibang net cafe. We found one. And 20 pesos lang! Kaya ang saya namen ni shayne! We played for about 3 to 4 hours. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paglabas namen ng net cafe, ampucha, &lt;strong&gt;BAHA na sa kalye!&lt;/strong&gt; While we were struggling to get our feet away from the flood water, the tricyle drivers were laughing at us... sheeshh what a couple of jerks. After all that, Shayne treated me to Mcdo. ^____^ Then went home. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~o~o~o~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picking a gown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half week before the debut, my mom and I went looking for my attire. It was formal, so everyone, including moi, had to wear a gown... a &lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt; gown to be exact. (My least favorite color, mind you.. eecckk!) We went to several malls to look for the pink gown that suits my taste, but to no avail. So, we headed to Kamuning para magpatahi nalang. &lt;em&gt;"Mas mura dun..",&lt;/em&gt; I thought. Pero 1,500 bucks rin pala.. pero no choice. Kaya nagpatahi nalang. It took me almost 40 minutes to make up my mind on the design. So ayun.. bumili na ng tela.. etc.. Makukuha daw namen 3 days before the debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Cotillion Practice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to arrive at Nikki's house. When I got there, Jules, CHise, Andy, Nadz, TInTIn, Keiji, Benmar and Nikki's cousins were all ready there. They made us eat lunch first before the practice. So ayun.. I forgot na meron pala ko that day. At cguro alam nyo na ang nangyari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OO! May toyo ako sa pwet!&lt;/strong&gt; wahehhe.. Ang worst pa dito eh, ang nalagyan ng toyo eh yung foam ng upuan nila Niki! kakahiya sobra.. nakita ng lahat pwet ko. Good thing I brought Nadz' skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Cotillion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we're at&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Patio Ybarra, the venue for Nikki's debut. &lt;strong&gt;Nagkatoyo uli ako sa pwet!!! MALAS TALGA... &lt;/strong&gt;I rushed to the CR with CHise at nilabahan ko pants ko. When I came back to the room, everybody was lookin' at my ass. Kakabadtrip talga. waheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki's Debut..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyadong maraming nangyari. Pero kahit sa araw na ito ay minalas ako. My gown didn't turn out as planned. Masyadong malaki yung sa chest part. As in ma-lobo sya. Sobrang kakabadtrip! &lt;strong&gt;Tapos.. natapunan pa ni Chise ng tubig yung gown ko. The water was cold so I screamed aloud. Everyone was staring at me.&lt;/strong&gt; T____T So I immediately went to the CR to dry my gown. boo-hooo. It was so embarrasing. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the 18 candles. Nagulat kami na instead na message yung sasabihin kay Nikki, we had to sing atleast 2 lines from any song. Waaaa! Taranta kami lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto kinanta ko.. "&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow morning of you wake up and the sun does not appear.. I will be here.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113155255840833949?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113155255840833949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113155255840833949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113155255840833949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113155255840833949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/11/sono-stanca.html' title='sono stanca'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-113030781555215731</id><published>2005-10-26T11:05:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:23:35.556+05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Wala na kong ibang mapaglabasan kaya dito nalang. Ang sakit tanggapin ng mga pangyayari. Di lang talaga ko makapaniwala na may gantong mangyayari sa pamilya ko. Magang maga na mata ko kakaiyak. Mas mabuti sana kung di ko nalang nalaman. Sa totoo lang di ko matanggap ang mga pangyayari. Ang sakit. Sobra. Dahil alam kong may kasalanan din ako. Siguro kung sinabe ko agad sa kanila eh magagawan pa ng paraan. Pero mas nakasama pa pala. Dapat di ko tinago. DI ko naman kasi akalaing magkakaganto. Pero kelangan nalang siguro tanggapin dahil wala nang magagawa.  T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-113030781555215731?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/113030781555215731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=113030781555215731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113030781555215731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/113030781555215731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112657899983189473</id><published>2005-09-13T07:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:36:39.836+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; !!! click mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Floe. Loading will take a while. Just keep on clicking the weird things you see. Click on the objects again and again. Freaky things will happen afterwards. =P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112657899983189473?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112657899983189473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112657899983189473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112657899983189473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112657899983189473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/freaky.html' title='Freaky!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112652079186447725</id><published>2005-09-12T15:05:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:26:34.620+05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a wrap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My report's finished.&lt;/strong&gt; I can say that I did pretty well. :P~ &lt;strong&gt;I survived wahehehehhehe!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Although I got mental block for like.. 3 times waheheh but they just laughed at me. ^______^ I'm flattered with everyone's feedback on my report. They said I did pretty well (not like wander dog wahehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived! Yay! I was feeling &lt;strong&gt;so fidgety&lt;/strong&gt; when I was alone at the library that I cried. Yes. &lt;strong&gt;I cried.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe because of the pressure or maybe because Cris didn't replied imediately when I was asking for emotional help. =P~ I texted almost all of my close friends for emotional and mental support. Feeling ko kasi hihimatayin na ko sa takot. Nasa library pa naman ako. Kaya umiyak nalang ako para malabas pressure. hehe.. Pero syempre yung pasimpleng iyak lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to put myself back together, I fixed my things and put some black eyeliner on my eyes to mask my weary eyes. Tapos bigla pang nawala ID ko. Eh natatandaan kong nilagay ko sa desk ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung paglabas ko sa library, nakita ko andun sa guard yung ID ko! Yung katabi ko pala sa desk nakuha accidentally yung ID ko then binigay sa guard. Good thing binalik sa guard, mahal pa naman ng ID. tsktsk.. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112652079186447725?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112652079186447725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112652079186447725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112652079186447725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112652079186447725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-wrap.html' title='it&apos;s a wrap!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112651916830266527</id><published>2005-09-11T14:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:04:41.000+05:00</updated><title type='text'>another can of worms</title><content type='html'>(This was supposed to be posted yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the direful and ominous misfortunes that fate can cast upon me, why this? And why HIM?! My teacher has assigned me and HIM &lt;strong&gt;(the half man, half dog that I abhor most in this god-forsaken-world)&lt;/strong&gt; to report on the Cultivation Theory. (one of the hardest theories in our journ subject). I should've said &lt;strong&gt;"no".&lt;/strong&gt; But why didn't I? Maybe because of the fact that, there's a possibility that I might fail the subject. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis pa kasi tinutukso pa ko sa asong yun! &lt;strong&gt;I can't believe that they're pairing me up with a DOG. Yuuuucckk!!&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe.. &lt;strong&gt;I'd rather fall inlove with a geek.&lt;/strong&gt; (wahehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got home last Friday, I read the theory immediately. Without reading the last part of the theory, I stupidly gave the "wonder dog" (that's what I call him. I don't wanna put his name here!! &lt;strong&gt;Oh spare me from this humiliation!)&lt;/strong&gt; the last part which is the easier part of the theory. It was too late when I found out. T_____T The part I assigned to him was so easy, compared to mine. Pero, &lt;strong&gt;kinarir ko parin.. wahehh&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely slept and ate because I kept of worrying about the stupid report. I didn't watch TV or anything. (that barely happens you know) I also did extensive researches on the selection for 3 whole days. Waaaaa My mind's exhausted. Grabe. The only time I was spared from this burden was this afternoon. Cris called. Pero dahil lang pala sa isang missed call kaya sya tumawag&lt;strong&gt;(na hindi ko naman talga ginawa oi!)&lt;/strong&gt; But , in fairness, I got a little alleviated when he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the report. Goodluck to me. T_______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112651916830266527?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112651916830266527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112651916830266527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112651916830266527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112651916830266527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-can-of-worms.html' title='another can of worms'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112591800715035983</id><published>2005-09-05T14:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:00:07.586+05:00</updated><title type='text'>*___*</title><content type='html'>I'm going to CSB tomorrow with Lost Sacrament maybe before or after school. I just want to take a glimpse of what my future school&lt;?&gt; looks like..(WTF?! WAAAA!!) hehe.. I'm not yet sure if I'll transfer though. Plus, I haven't told my parents about this... so.. &lt;strong&gt;*blank face* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only after the course, which is, Multimedia Arts. Goodbye to Journalism. (another.. WTF?!) And goodbye to 1jrn1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my friends disagreed to this idea, well.. except Sushi-kun ofcourse. Her sister studies there, and is a multimedia arts student. Lost Sacrament and Withered rose told me that I would be a complete fool if I left UST for CSB. (~ack!) And to think that &lt;strong&gt;"elephantiasis"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"OO"&lt;/strong&gt; is there, errr.. &lt;strong&gt;GIVES ME THE CREEPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this Friday is Withered rose's beerthday. ^_____^ Yey! beer beer beer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112591800715035983?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112591800715035983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112591800715035983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112591800715035983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112591800715035983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='*___*'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112581706634409529</id><published>2005-09-04T11:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:57:46.350+05:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden corners of my soul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; My mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart - someone whom I could spend a little time without bring afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woe:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember what I told you last night? ..Neither of us had to say anything. Love doesn't need to be discussed.. it has it's own voice and speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;   "That night, the silence had allowed my heart to approach and get to know you better. My heart has listened closely to what yours said, and now it was content. I began to imagine how I would like to be living right at that moment. I want to be happy, curious, joyful. Living every moment intensely, drinking the woter of life thirstly. Believing in my dreams, able to fight for what I want. Loving a man who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woe:&lt;/strong&gt; Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. And now, love has brought me to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;  Now, I look at my old self, there in the corner of the room, fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: my emotions. I tried to judge my future loves by the rules of my past suffering. I have realized that I was lacking the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woe:&lt;/strong&gt; the moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; ...and save us. When the other left me, my heart once again began to speak to me. It told me that the branch in the dike had allowed the waters to pour through, that the wind was blowing in all directions at once, and that it was happy because I was once again willing to listen to what it had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woe:&lt;/strong&gt; My heart, on the other hand, has told me that I was inlove. And I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 'nuff said ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112581706634409529?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112581706634409529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112581706634409529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112581706634409529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112581706634409529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/hidden-corners-of-my-soul.html' title='hidden corners of my soul..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112581807889919039</id><published>2005-09-02T12:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:14:38.906+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunay na kulay ng buhay</title><content type='html'>Ala na talga ko time para magpost. Masyado talga busy kapag college.. waaaa.. Na-present na namen yung sa PGC namen.. ok naman sya pero syempre.. dahil meron akong mga "mapanghusga" at "kritikong" classmates, eh may mga nadinig akong di ko nagustuhan. Pero pinalampas ko nalang yun.. bahala sila sa kung ano man ang pananaw nila sa video namen. Basta ginawa namen yung best namen. At syempre di naman ma e-expect na talgang gaganda yung video kasi kami yun first group na magpepresent. Kaya "the pressure was on us". Wala nalang sana pakialamanan. Nakakagago eh.. sarap patayin (naku.. parang ako na si X ah. waheheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa isa ko nang natutuklasan ang mga ugali ng mga kaklase ko.. Nung una ok tala sila pero ngayon lumalabas na ang tunay na ugali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang tao, naging aso.&lt;br /&gt;Isang nagbabakla-baklaan, naging siga at seryoso.&lt;br /&gt;Isang mabaet na kaibigan, naging napaka mapanglait.&lt;br /&gt;Isang kaibigan, napaka sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Isang matalino, ngayon minamaliit ang iba.&lt;br /&gt;Isang idolo, ngayon ay napaka mapanghusga.&lt;br /&gt;Isang tutor ko sa math, backstabber na ata.&lt;br /&gt;Isang kaibigan, masyadong itinataas ang sarili nya.. "nag-fi-feeling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayy.. 1jrn1..  yan ba talga ang tunay nyong kulay..?! T______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112581807889919039?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112581807889919039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112581807889919039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112581807889919039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112581807889919039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/09/tunay-na-kulay-ng-buhay.html' title='Tunay na kulay ng buhay'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112529678982436953</id><published>2005-08-28T11:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:38:52.513+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy this week. I barely slept because I kept on worrying about the "PGC project" andhow I will deliver it to Cris. Well, I somehow managed to give it to him last Friday. But it was such a hassle, I tell you. After my theology class, I ran as fast as I can to Espana para makapagabang agad ng fx papuntang SM Fairview. I was already halfway there,when &lt;strong&gt;I realized that I didn't have the video cam and the tape with me!&lt;/strong&gt; So I rushed back to the classroom where Louise and the others were looking for me. &lt;strong&gt;Taena pagod na pagod na ko.. dun palang sa UST..&lt;/strong&gt; T____T When I got the video cam, I ran again as fast as I can ulit papuntang Espana..I wanted to give the Video to Cris early 'coz 'twas Mom's birthday. And I still had to buy a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at SM Fairview around 4 in the afternoon. Cris still wasn't there. I got a little upset. He knew I needed to get home early and yet he was still late. When he finally arrived, I gave him the video cam and tapes then went to look for a gift.(Mom's birthday ^____^) This is actually the first time I gave her one. I mean, I used to only give her birthday cards. This year, me and my siblings decided to give something new. Bags were on sale. hehehe go figure what I got for her. ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late when we realized that the "DV firewire" was missing. Another hassle. I barely slept that night, thinking how I'm gonna get the wire from Louise. She lives at Cavite. &lt;strong&gt;arrrgggghhh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that day, Mom and Dad were already waiting for me. Mom approached me and asked me why I came home so late. I sensed that I was gonna get another sermon from her,so I immediately brought out her gift and said.. &lt;em&gt;"Momi, happy birthday..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy that she kissed and hugged me. (that barely happens, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (saturday), me and Cris went to SM Fairview to look for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DV Firewire".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We were dumbfounded to see that the stupid wire costs 800 bucks. We had no choice 'coz we only have a few days to edit the video. So we bought it. Yes. I spent my "savings" from my allowance just for that stupid wire. My classmates promised to pay me. I hope they would. T_______T 'Coz I'm so damn broke right now. Not only that, yung pamasahe ko pa papuntang almar at pabalik eh sobrang lugi na ko T_____T Grabe ang dami kong nagastos this week. T_____T now I only have 60 bucks left from my 1,200 allowance. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week was exhausting, naubos pa pera ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Today(Sunday) I was supposed to try out for the Journalism Varsity team. Pero dahil sa sobrang pagod ko eh di na ko naka try out. T_____T It's like, every ounce of my energy has evanesce. This is what I get for being such a good girl wahehehehhe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112529678982436953?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112529678982436953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112529678982436953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112529678982436953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112529678982436953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410314240650079</id><published>2005-08-15T15:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:52:22.406+05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey!&lt;/strong&gt; If you've been reading this blog for a long time(like akie-san) and happen to notice some new entries appearing just now but are dated days ago... well, these posts came from my dolly(my new blog) I just wanted to transfer them here. For no particular reason at all. ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone got a problem with that, &lt;strong&gt;just shut up! Mind your own beezwax!&lt;/strong&gt; Wahehehhehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410314240650079?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410314240650079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410314240650079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410314240650079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410314240650079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey.html' title='hey!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410275656684849</id><published>2005-08-15T13:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:45:56.616+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The futile aftermath of my hardwork (part II)</title><content type='html'>Hey! Today, my teachers gave out our prelims test papers. I failed at history but passed math and journalism. *phew* damn history. I swear to God, I answered the essays as much as I could. &lt;strong&gt;I poured my heart and soul into studying that goddamn European civilization but  still failed.&lt;/strong&gt; grrr.. And guess what? There were only 3 or 4 out of 50 students who passed the history exam. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN IT! I don't deserve my score. I studied so hard and then this. Darn that Ms. Castro! I deserve better.&lt;/strong&gt; T_____T The exam was all in essay form and it was equivalent to a total score of 100. (Nevermind my score.) T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost in tears when I saw my paper. I swearto God, I deserve a grade better than what I got. Everyone was dismayed.. *sigh* I need a miracle to pass T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I'm happy with my math test results. I didn't think I'd pass it! I got a line of eight ^____^ I also passed my journalism exam! Wipeee! I thought the prof would deduct my score. 'Coz I think she saw me looking at Shayne's paper. hehe we were too obvious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410275656684849?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410275656684849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410275656684849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410275656684849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410275656684849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/futile-aftermath-of-my-hardwork-part.html' title='The futile aftermath of my hardwork (part II)'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112400292879912953</id><published>2005-08-14T11:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T12:02:08.806+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The childhood trauma</title><content type='html'>Still here. Me and my sis are gonna watch a play somewhere at greenbelt this afternoon. I was hoping that Cris would come along. But unfortunately, he make it this time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already finished reading the book Cris bought me. ^_____^ It was so touching. After a few minutes of contemplating, a tear fell on my cheek. I felt so weak. I dunno why. I don't know what got into me. After that, I laughed at myself. I imagined what I looked like after reading the book. hehe.. I must've looked so pathetic. ~________~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm bored. SO bored that I'm starting to do another layout. (what? again?) Yes. again. I can't help it! My hands re moving involuntarily! Waaaa hehehe ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is my brother's accounting exam. And he is being tutored by my mother, a CPA.  I can hear them from here. I think my bro is having a hard time with my mom. You see, when we were little, my mom used to tutor us whenever we had an exam. And I tell you, whenever I heard the words &lt;em&gt;.."gusto mo i-tutor kita?"&lt;/em&gt; from my Mom, &lt;strong&gt;I feel a stab of fear.&lt;/strong&gt; It's torture, I tell you! Torture! She tutored us for hours and I used to have a feeling that it'll never end. I often look at the wall clock and had a feeling that seconds become minutes, minutes became hours, hours like days. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and my sibling used to end up crying. 'Coz often, when we can't comprehend her sophisticated(back then it was hard for me) lectures,she'd shout at us, and we felt so stupid. It was horrible, I tell you. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodthing, I'm all grown up now. This time, it's way way easier for me to say &lt;strong&gt;"no"&lt;/strong&gt; when she offers to teach me. ^_______^ *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112400292879912953?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112400292879912953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112400292879912953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112400292879912953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112400292879912953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/childhood-trauma.html' title='The childhood trauma'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112400051619465851</id><published>2005-08-14T11:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:21:56.200+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My dolly and the people I love</title><content type='html'>New layout. Obviously. I had nothing to do this past two days so I made this layout. It's actually from one of my pictures at friendster. yada yada... blahblah.. I'm too bored even to type an entry in this blog. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating this blog much like I used to. It's all because of my dolly. Yeyz, my dolly. I have been busy with my dolly for quite some time now. I just felt that I needed something new for a change. A place where no pathetic-emo-shit-posts exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some" people who read this blog are friends of "him" and "her".  I'm sure they enjoy watching me in agony. They LOVE to savor the fact of my mistakes. They enjoy seeing me at my worst. And that's why &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM.&lt;/strong&gt; Because they love me so much that it hurts. &lt;strong&gt;They hide under these white sheets I gave them, then spill them with coffee.&lt;/strong&gt; They are the most thoughtful friends ever, I tell you. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112400051619465851?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112400051619465851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112400051619465851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112400051619465851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112400051619465851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dolly-and-people-i-love.html' title='My dolly and the people I love'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410090959641978</id><published>2005-08-12T12:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:16:39.230+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect gift</title><content type='html'>I just got home. Cris and I were at SM Fairview this afternoon. While strolling, we happen to come across National Bookstore and decided to go in. After several minutes of searching, I finally found the book I was longing to have. But unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to buy it. So I put it back in the bookcase. Then Cris said.. &lt;em&gt;"Kunin mo.."&lt;/em&gt; and then headed to the cashier. I was kinda puzzled a little bit. Why da hell did we get the book? I already said that I didn't have enough money. Cris just kept saying &lt;em&gt;"basta.."&lt;/em&gt; hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already swiped at the cashier by the time that I got out my wallet. To my surprise, Cris already paid for it. Waaaaa! &lt;strong&gt;He got me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a book! ^______^ The title is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Paulo Coelho. Weeeee! I'm so excited to read it. I've always wanted to buy and read it. And now that I have it, waaaaa I'm so happeeeeeeee ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect gift for a supposed-to-be-&lt;s&gt;aniversary &lt;/s&gt;^_______~ *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave me his pasalubong,the bracelets that he was supposed to be give me months ago. Weeeee ^________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410090959641978?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410090959641978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410090959641978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410090959641978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410090959641978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-gift.html' title='The perfect gift'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410065515681598</id><published>2005-08-12T03:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:18:14.220+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey for me!!!</title><content type='html'>hoorah! guess what? Today was suppose to be our 2nd year anniversary.. I'm a bit sad and happy at the same time. Oh well.. I'm here at SM Fairview, waiting for Cris. He never arrives on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims is over!! Horrah! I can finally breathe... Anywayz, I was at SM Lacson a while ago with a bunch of friends. We were gonna watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Charlie and the chocolate factory"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I backed out. 'Coz I decided to meet up with Cris instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Louise had a huge problem a while ago. We both wanted to back out in watching the movie but we already bought tickets! Kaya ayun.. Nakiusap kami sa isang couple di namen kilala para bilhin yung tickets namen! Good thing they agreed. ^____^ Ang kapal ng mukha namen kanina.. hahaha And we kinda forced the couple to buy the tickets. &lt;strong&gt;We begged and begged until they finally agreed on buying the tickets. haha.. You just need yo use your charisma you know. Wahehhe!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now.. I don't have enough money to pay for the computer rental. Ciao! ^_______^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410065515681598?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410065515681598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410065515681598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410065515681598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410065515681598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/yey-for-me.html' title='Yey for me!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410173944315070</id><published>2005-08-11T15:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:02:55.586+05:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>New layout! I made it myself using Photoshop 7.0 ^________^ It took me 6 hours to do it. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited the profile, added some new stuff, images, and links to my other sites(located at my pofile ^_____^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actually this is the first layout of my dolly(my new blog) , I just transferred it here coz I'm too lame to make a layout for "silent-incantations" hehe.. ^____^ )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410173944315070?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410173944315070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410173944315070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410173944315070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410173944315070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112409877788788378</id><published>2005-08-10T14:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:39:38.543+05:00</updated><title type='text'>no pointy-medical stuff please...</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my check up. We were at the kidney and lung center (I think) this afternoon. I was with my dad. We went there without knowing any doctor who could check up on me. So we searched for several minutes 'til we found one. It was only 1:30 in the afternoon when we found out that the doctor wasn't available until 4 o'clock. So we headed back home 'coz I needed to study for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back at the hospital at about quarter to five. The doctor still wasn't there. SO we waited and waited and waited. By the time the doctor arrived, my dad and I had already consumed 2 hotdogs. *burp* It was about 6:30 P.M. when the doctor arrived. I was the last patient on the list, so we waited again for another 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll* Finally, it was our turn. Yey! ^____^ The doctor was nice. Not the kind of doctor who just gives you some drug then let you leave at once like there's no tomorrow. First, he made us sit, then asked me some questions on how I feel and how "it" happened. My eyes got hooked on the medical instruments he had on a table. It gave me the chills. Thinking he might use it on me. Waaaaa! After answering his questions, he laughed and said there was nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he made me sit on a special chair beside the table where the pointy-thingy medical stuffs were. Waaaa! I got scared. First he examined me then he got out a poited long needle of some sort. Waaaaa! I was so scared, but was relieved when I saw him put some cotton on the pointed part. *phew* What a relief. He just used it to put some ointment on me. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave me some anti biotics that I have to take for 5 days. Yey! ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112409877788788378?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112409877788788378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112409877788788378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112409877788788378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112409877788788378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-pointy-medical-stuff-please.html' title='no pointy-medical stuff please...'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410124116947745</id><published>2005-08-08T15:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:21:35.946+05:00</updated><title type='text'>fly fly butterfly</title><content type='html'>Today's the start of our prelims. Today was my journ exam. 'Twas easy. But the teacher caught us(shayne, louise,joshua..basta our row) looking at each others papers. I'm not sure if she really caught us. But I have a feeling thst she might put a deduction on my score T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher even looked at our feet and at Shayne's bag to see if there's any &lt;em&gt;"kodigo".&lt;/em&gt; There was none. I was so scared because everytime I looked at our teacher, &lt;strong&gt;she was looking at us!&lt;/strong&gt; I think we were too obvious. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just got home from school. I accidentally broke my favorite necklace when I was changing. T____T I managed to recover some of the beads scattered on the floor. What pissed me off is that I cant find the most important bead (the butterfly). It was the only one missing. Darn it. What's the use of wearing it, if it's missing the bead that gives the necklace it's accent. Oh well.. might as well buy another one. T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410124116947745?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410124116947745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410124116947745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410124116947745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410124116947745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/08/fly-fly-butterfly.html' title='fly fly butterfly'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112272066979106718</id><published>2005-07-30T15:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:51:09.826+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repression</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating this blog nor my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~x_valkyrie_x"&gt;new&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~_deviantspirit"&gt;old&lt;/a&gt; LJ's. A LOT of things are happening in my life right now. If I bother telling you all of it, you'd probably be bored, I can tell. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by so fast. My mind is so clouded by all these different emotions, making it hard for me to breathe. I'm just so confused right now. Things are getting a lot worse and harder each day that I just wanna forget all about it. Basta, I know people wouldn't understand me. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_______________________________~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill time, and to take my mind off from all the adversities, I decided to work on another project. (I made a new blog) Yes, another one(wtf?!) La lang.. I just wanted to make a new one. But I won't abandon this blog. This blog is so important to me. It's already a part of me. I'll update this if I can. ^_____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112272066979106718?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112272066979106718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112272066979106718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112272066979106718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112272066979106718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/07/repression.html' title='Repression'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112182771032573145</id><published>2005-07-18T07:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:33:14.603+05:00</updated><title type='text'>T_____T</title><content type='html'>I only have 30 minutes left before my class starts, waaaa!! so I'm gonna post this very quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're all wonderin' what happened during Mikaela's debut. Well I'll tell you then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by Joey and the other guys - (Keiji, Carlo, Jules, Andy and Benmar ) I was the only gurl! ( yeah, call me a bitch or watever you wanna call me.) It's not my fault that I was the only girl, Majic wasn't allowed to go out, so I was left with no choice but to hook up with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dress Cuban, but I wore a skirt, I felt awkward. ^____~ it's not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang katapusang Laughtrip kami habang papunta dun. It was so much fun! Especially with Carlo joking around. It made me realize how different my highschool buddies are than my college friends now. I miss my freedom class T____T Brings back memories of highschool. ^____^ To kill time while getting there, each of us shared our own stories about our college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Grillas, Chiqui, Nya-nya and the others were there. Including Andy (My long-time crush. *squeals* he knows I have a crush on him *blushes* ) And we were all teasing him that he was &lt;strong&gt;FAT. Really, he became chubby and cuter&lt;/strong&gt; ^______^ Waaaaa! And we also called him &lt;strong&gt;"Sugo"&lt;/strong&gt; because his hair so long now, including Lawrence. Waaaa! He's so cute talaga! ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of hotguys there at the party. And cute chicks as well. (I'm goin' lesbian!) hehe I even saw a teen star there, I forgot the name. A band also played there, they covered drive by Incubus and Soul searching by Urbandub. Oh mann, they suck! ( karla is so mean hehe) The vocalist was out of tune, we can't even hear his voice since the drums was too loud. (lol) Well, they were just an amateur band anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, me and the guys started to drink. Carlo was so fuckin' drunk! He was so drunk that he didn't care nor got mad when Andy threw a roll of tissue paper at his face! The other guys also threw tissue at him . hahahah It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I recieved a text message from Dad around 12 midnight, it says &lt;strong&gt;- " go home now"&lt;/strong&gt; Uh-oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble convincing the to guys to go home coz' some of them were already drunk, and some still wanted to get drunk! So I texted Cris instead, to pick me up and bring me home. Since I felt that I was gonna be lectured and punished at home, I decided to drink another bottle of beer. Then I puked at the bathroom. Uh, it was so humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that JC was about to be picked up by his Mom, so I asked him if I could have a ride and be dropped off at Tandang Sora. He agreed. So I texted Cris to pick me up at Tandang Sora instead. We were just about to leave when I felt that I had to go to the bathroom. And so I did. When I got out, I found out that Joey and the other guys were gonna go home too. So I decided to ride with Joey and the guys since he lived close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were already near Tandang Sora, I told them to drop me off at Mercury drugstore. But they refused and told me that it was their responsibility to bring me home and because I'm a girl. Ariz even got mad at me. I can't exactly recall what he said but it was something like this.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pinilit mo kaming umuwi nang maaga, yun pala lalakwatsa ka lang sa gabe, kung di ka lang babae sasapkin kita, seryoso ko.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was startled with what he said. I think it's the first time he got mad at me. T____T I was speechless. (taklesa ko pero napatahimik nya ko) So I stayed in the van and called Cris to tell him to go home. He got mad. T_____T Well, I can't blame him. I brought him out in the middle of night for nothing. (Sorry po... T____T) I became mute until I got home (until Cris called up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was a drag. T____T It was fun in the beggining but became a disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112182771032573145?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112182771032573145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112182771032573145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112182771032573145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112182771032573145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/07/tt.html' title='T_____T'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112148717369749701</id><published>2005-07-16T08:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:12:53.703+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taaadaaa!!! ^___^</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's been such a &lt;strong&gt;looooooooong&lt;/strong&gt; time since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My stupid reasons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been so busy with my studies and paperworks. *sigh* My prof's gave out a lot of quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've decided to post more entries on my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~_deviantspirit"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;. (dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And because I am &lt;strong&gt;SO EMO&lt;/strong&gt; these days, I've been flooding my &lt;strong&gt;"secret blog"&lt;/strong&gt;(which isn't a secret anymore b'coz Lea found it. grrr..) with all my &lt;strong&gt;shitty-drama posts.&lt;/strong&gt; (which I do not want anybody to see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ofcourse, I'll never forget this &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; blog. (hehe just kidding!) This is where I learned HTML, well not exactly, but it somehow gave me a bit knowledge on HTML. (lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, it's Yukina's(Mikaela, her real name) debut tonight. I want to go but there is one problem though, my attire. &lt;strong&gt;The theme is Cuban, therefore I have to dress Cuban.&lt;/strong&gt; errr.. And I am &lt;strong&gt;forced to wear a skirt/dress. Which is not really... my style T_____T&lt;/strong&gt; And now, I have only &lt;strong&gt;6 hours&lt;/strong&gt; to look for something to wear. (fuck!) I can't back out now, I already gave my word to Yukina(debutant) and Keiji(my bestfriend/partner for tonight), their expecting me to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And besides the attire issue, I also have a problem on how to get there. (transpo..) I told my parents that I will be picked up and brought home by Keiji with a car. But Keiji called me last night and told me we had to commute with Carlo and Jules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh no's :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commuting with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;boys -&lt;/strong&gt; It's another drag, because if my parents find out that I am with boys, &lt;strong&gt;*slap slap slap in Karla's face*  T____T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that I will be commuting -&lt;/strong&gt; it's not that I don't want to commute, I  just that I have a feeling that my parents won't let me go if they find out that we're just gonna commute to get there. (another drag, &lt;strong&gt;I'm already 16 and yet they still wont allow me to commute.&lt;/strong&gt; T______T) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darn it. Oh well.. goodluck to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112148717369749701?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112148717369749701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112148717369749701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112148717369749701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112148717369749701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/07/taaadaaa.html' title='Taaadaaa!!! ^___^'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-112410036331017474</id><published>2005-07-14T15:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:06:04.446+05:00</updated><title type='text'>crybaby</title><content type='html'>Me, Shayne, Paolo, Tets, Jc and Johan watched the movie "If only" this afternoon at SM Lacson. Mann, I cried so hard! It was so embarrasing. The guys laughed at me while I was crying. hehe... The movie moved me so much. It reminds me of something.. hmmmm.... secret hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was over, we headed back to UST by jeep. They kept on teasing me because I cried. HMP! Then I noticed that the Jeep suddenly turned left, going to the opposite direction. I paniced but the guys just laughed at me and didn't take me seriously. I tried telling them that we were going the wrong way. But they didn't mind me much and just kept on cracking jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady infront of me noticed that I was already in panic. So she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; " Ineng, san ba kayo pupunta?" .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"UST po.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "naku! eh dapat kanina pa kayo bumaba!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guys heard that, it was then that they finally believed me. So we stepped out and just walked to UST. &lt;strong&gt;We were already late for literature class! Waaaaaa! T____T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-112410036331017474?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/112410036331017474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=112410036331017474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410036331017474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/112410036331017474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/07/crybaby.html' title='crybaby'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111987116133602311</id><published>2005-06-27T16:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:26:24.820+05:00</updated><title type='text'>hang-man</title><content type='html'>Just when I feel that I need u back in my life... you screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111987116133602311?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111987116133602311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111987116133602311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111987116133602311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111987116133602311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/06/hang-man.html' title='hang-man'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111927612530498607</id><published>2005-06-20T18:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T19:04:08.746+05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind is about to explode.</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm back again. Earlier, this afternoon, something dreadful, or shall I say, dramatic happened. I won't mention here why. I already posted it on my so called EMO-blog so that you people won't be able to read my ka-emohan shit. It's pure drama-nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, Lea found my hidden blog! Waaa she's so smart! She's the only one who found it among the many who wanted to see it. ^_^ So now, I'm having second thoughts on constructing another hidden blog. And this time, it'll really be hidden! bwahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be reading my book in PGC right now for our graded recitation tomorrow. (So what are you doing here Karla?) *sigh* No matter how much I tried to fathom my lessons, &lt;strong&gt;"him"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"her"&lt;/strong&gt; kept twirling around my mind. In short, I can't focus because of them. So I stopped reading and decided to go online. It's really a drag 'coz I might end up having a failing grade tomorrow. But what I can't seem to understand is, why is &lt;strong&gt;"she"&lt;/strong&gt; in the picture?! Why is &lt;strong&gt;"she"&lt;/strong&gt; meddling with my thoughts? Grrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111927612530498607?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111927612530498607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111927612530498607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111927612530498607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111927612530498607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-mind-is-about-to-explode.html' title='my mind is about to explode.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111922672508450070</id><published>2005-06-20T04:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:58:53.180+05:00</updated><title type='text'>tang inang yan!</title><content type='html'>Hallo.. I'm flooded with assignments and paperworks so I can't update that often anymore. Even NOW, I'm still typing my report about the Second Evolution of Writing. &lt;strong&gt;Tang ina, hassle agad mga prof ko..&lt;/strong&gt; They bombarded us with a lot of paperworks and assigned readings! I don't have time for entertainment anymore. I was even supposed to go at Fete dela Musique with Cris but I had to do my homeworks. arrgghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day Funk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne and I went inside the classroom. And the others were so damn quite. Wala. Boring ang first day. It wasn't what I expected it to be. Puro discussions lang about course outlines and stuff that were gonna expect with the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up to now, I don't know anyone in my class except for Shayne and the girls in front. Yung iba may berks na.. haha.. it's like me and Shayne are secluded from the others. boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this gurl..&lt;strong&gt;She's so cute that I'm going lesbian over her. ahhaha (joke!)&lt;/strong&gt; I call her my &lt;em&gt;"mama".&lt;/em&gt; Pero actually, madami akong &lt;em&gt;"mama"&lt;/em&gt; sa UST. wahehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung iba ko pang klasmates sobrang kikay. haha.. but some of 'em are nice. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Jing &lt;strong&gt;(Tonic ng pulpcommunity.)&lt;/strong&gt; in the CR. magkasunod pa nga kami sa pila sa CR but she didn't recognize me. She didn't know na ako yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito nalang muna.. I have class in 11. Ciao! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111922672508450070?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111922672508450070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111922672508450070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111922672508450070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111922672508450070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/06/tang-inang-yan.html' title='tang inang yan!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111814372593912003</id><published>2005-06-07T16:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:41:44.186+05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HaLLu!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's been such a long time since I last posted something here. I've been very busy (kunwari lang! tinatamad lang ako eh!) Anyways, class will be starting next week. Shayne and I are still classmates. Yey! And I'm hoping that I'll see my other batchmates there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is sick. And so is Cris. T_T boo-hoo. And I can't take care of 'em both 'coz they have &lt;strong&gt;trangkaso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at UST yesterday. My brother and I went there to get a course corriculum. And a guy at the Dean's office ticked us off BIGTIME. Grrr.. Here's the scoop. I went to the counter at the Dean's office and said.. &lt;em&gt;"kukuha po ko ng course curriculum.." .. " ahh balik kayo ng 3."&lt;/em&gt; It was only 2 o'clock then. So me and my brother headed to Funweb nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back at 3 and he made me sit down infront of the annoying gay-Dean's office. Nakipagchismisan pa sa telepono! So I sat there for like 40 fuckin' minutes goddamnit! Asar na asar nako. And then after that god-knows-how-long conversation, he finally entertained me and said.. &lt;em&gt;"yes..? can I help you?" , "kukuha po ko ng course curriculum" ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he blatantly uttered "&lt;strong&gt;HUH? EH BAKET KA DITO KUKUHA NUN?!"doon ka dapat kumuha nun..&lt;/strong&gt;" (he was pointed at that annoying guy at the counter.) Fuck! I waited for 40 fuckin' minutes for nothing?! Andun lang pala yung kukunin kong course curriculum sa unang taong pinagtanungan ko! Darn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I headeded back to that stupid guy at the counter. He gave me the curriculum and said that he thought I was asking for a course description. Grr. &lt;strong&gt;What a waste of time!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111814372593912003?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111814372593912003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111814372593912003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111814372593912003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111814372593912003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/06/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111632040885657458</id><published>2005-05-17T13:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:44:03.293+05:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense-ness</title><content type='html'>o_O I've been downloading mp3's since 12 PM this afternoon. And so far, I've only successfully downloaded &lt;strong&gt;4 songs! &lt;/strong&gt;I've been desperately trying so hard to download my brother's favorite songs for like &lt;strong&gt;5 hours already. &lt;/strong&gt;o_O I'm pooped. ugh! So in the process, to make my time more &lt;strong&gt;"wisely" &lt;/strong&gt;consumed,(HAHA, wise daw!) I decided to try these blogthings I've come across a tabulas' user. LOL! Forgive my nonsense-ness. hahaha ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;90's Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;Heavy Metal: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;Punk: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Adult Alternative: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Alternative Rock: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Pop: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;Dance: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;Hair Bands: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Alternative: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Pop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's R&amp;B: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's R&amp;amp;B: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Classic Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Progressive Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Ska: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="200" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffd391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 17%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die a boring death. While dying, you will be jealous of those who die dramatic deaths.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waheheh Mushi Mushi! I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mamiko Yamada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111632040885657458?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111632040885657458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111632040885657458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111632040885657458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111632040885657458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/nonsense-ness.html' title='nonsense-ness'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111631777073366550</id><published>2005-05-17T13:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:16:10.736+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf?!</title><content type='html'>Earlier this mornin' while I was ironing my hair, the phone rang. I aswered it and suddenly this woman on the other line started to blatantly shout at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said.. " Baket kayo tawag nang tawag dito?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied.. " Di ko po lam sinasabe nyo.. " I really didn't know what she was talkin'about anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tawag kayo ng tawag dito eh. Kitang kita sa caller ID namen.. ikaw SALBAHE KA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I could say anything, she suddenly hang up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What da fuck is up with her?! She should check her caller ID 'coz no one's been using the phone all day. Fuck! SINABIHAN PA KONG SALBAHE!!! ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111631777073366550?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111631777073366550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111631777073366550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111631777073366550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111631777073366550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/wtf.html' title='Wtf?!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111621710705365959</id><published>2005-05-16T09:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:24:23.770+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I become more pathetic everyday..</title><content type='html'>hello. I'm at a net cafe somewhere near UST right now with my brother. I got my uniform ^_^ I'm now officially a thomasian ^_^ We ate at Burger King then he showed me around Dapitan. ^_^ He showed me where the net cafe's are and some nifty places where I could eat. ^_^ Waaa I'm excited to go to college. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently chatting with Lester right now at YM. *sigh* Mann, it's boring here. We'll be leaving after I finish workin'on my Livejournal &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~_deviantspirit"&gt;(click here!)&lt;/a&gt;The place is kinda crowded. I was supposed to play Gunbound here but there's no local server. Darn it. Oh well.. I have a lot of time to play Gunbound here anyway when schoolyear comes ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Cris T_T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111621710705365959?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111621710705365959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111621710705365959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111621710705365959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111621710705365959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-become-more-pathetic-everyday.html' title='I become more pathetic everyday..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111589555672483389</id><published>2005-05-12T15:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:08:40.590+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad pix</title><content type='html'>sorry kung ngayon lang napost.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Joeyrynoldskgandyloyceme.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Graduates.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Frid0mgurls.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Donendonlytasha.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Clasm8s.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/AndyCarlo.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some more.. pero tinatamad na kong ilagay! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beh =P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111589555672483389?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111589555672483389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111589555672483389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111589555672483389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111589555672483389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/grad-pix.html' title='Grad pix'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111579500570596956</id><published>2005-05-11T11:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:13:24.650+05:00</updated><title type='text'>woe woe woe</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm finally home. I'm a bit down lately. I can't explain how I feel right now. Nadine's mom passed away last night due to cancer and other complications. We'll be going to her mother's wake tomorrow. Then, earlier this morning, Keiji called and told me that Chen's father had died too. What's worse is, her father was &lt;strong&gt;killed by a friend&lt;/strong&gt;. And the body will arrive here in the country next month pa. Poor Chen and Nadine. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These incidents made me realize that, I still am very lucky to have my parents. It's just so sad that, I realize these things only when tragic incidents like these happen. Though I rebel, I love my parents, I really do. I'm just not the type who "shows" or "tell" their parents that they love them. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111579500570596956?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111579500570596956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111579500570596956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111579500570596956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111579500570596956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/woe-woe-woe.html' title='woe woe woe'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111561846500737359</id><published>2005-05-09T10:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:10:35.396+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer heat is killing meh T_T</title><content type='html'>I'm here in a net cafe at Bicol with my cousins right now. Yeah, I'm at BICOL. And biglaan talga ang pagpunta namen dito. My grandmother's very ill right now. She's at the hospital. Tang ina ang init! There's only one electric fan here for the whole shop. T_T And to make things worse, the keyboard's fuckin' broke. (so just imagine me typing real slow using only my index fingers.. LOL!). Anyways, I'll just summarize everything that happened here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;-We arrived here.. and uhh.. nothing much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;-'twas my pamangkin's birthday. We had a little celebration. &lt;strong&gt;Bumaha ng ice cream!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;-My aunties decided to bring my grandma' to the hospital. And she had to undergo blood transfusion. There was also a bit drama that happened that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-Went to church and in the afternoon, we visited my grandma at the hospital at Naga then ate at a Chowking nearby. I was hoping to meet up with ate kat(Evilpup-filthee) Lam ko kasi Naga sya. (tama ba te kat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Monday, I'm having the most wonderful time of my life here sitting infront of the computer, in a net cafe with only one electricfan, typing in a broken keyboard and enjoying the summer heat. ^_^ &lt;strong&gt;(TANG INA!)&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna go home!!! Wahehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll be staying here for a week. T_T &lt;strong&gt;NoOoOo!!&lt;/strong&gt; I miss my pc, cable, kezo real ice cream, my bed, my room, photoshop, image ready, my daily routine and my &lt;strong&gt;bibi!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (amishuna!) Di rin ata ko makakauwi sa 12 T_T boo-hoo T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111561846500737359?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111561846500737359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111561846500737359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111561846500737359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111561846500737359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-heat-is-killing-meh-tt.html' title='The summer heat is killing meh T_T'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111518329808976624</id><published>2005-05-04T09:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:33:33.716+05:00</updated><title type='text'>another lovely Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Think your all that aren'tya? Keep up that "hey-look-at-me-i'm-so-cool" act of yours if that'll please ya .. And tell yer bloody shit to someone who cares you fuckin' asshole!!! I'll also vote yah for best sycophant of the year award Yeah!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="178" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/babymiddlefinger.bmp" width="263" /&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/6799287-111518329808976624?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111518329808976624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111518329808976624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111518329808976624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111518329808976624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-lovely-day.html' title='another lovely Day..'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111503276054734463</id><published>2005-05-02T16:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:19:20.546+05:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbidumbidum</title><content type='html'>Hello.. I'm bored again. Cris is coming home today from Dagupan with my pasalubong. (give it to me!) I just finished reading my brother's book entitled.. Philippine Ghost Stories. I've read some hair-raising stories and I'm still freaked out up to now. And I might have a hard time sleeping tonight. errr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111503276054734463?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111503276054734463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111503276054734463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111503276054734463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111503276054734463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/05/dumbidumbidum.html' title='dumbidumbidum'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111484502447537243</id><published>2005-04-30T11:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:12:04.606+05:00</updated><title type='text'>So confused.. I could die =P~</title><content type='html'>Earlier this morning, while I was asking permission from my mom if I could go to EK, she uttered some very peculiar uhh.. lines that I never thought would come out from her mouth til I reach 20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eureka:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Ma, pwede ba ko punta EK?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoM:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Baka naman may boyfriend kang kasama dun ah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eureka:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"ala po...classmates lang.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was this line that strucked me and slapped me right at the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoM:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;".. Hindi ka pa pwede magka boyfriend. Pero kung meron man, dapat alam ko at gusto ko.. Wag itatago saken.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. That line.. it is a sign that I can finally let my family know about Cris..? Waaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111484502447537243?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111484502447537243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111484502447537243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111484502447537243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111484502447537243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-confused-i-could-die-p.html' title='So confused.. I could die =P~'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111484325964734280</id><published>2005-04-30T11:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:40:59.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck... BIGTIME</title><content type='html'>I'm so down today... T_T Me and my old classmates were planning to go to Enchanted Kingdom today. And as always, I wasn't allowed to go. Nothing new. Still I get so fuckin' pissed when they  stop me from going out when I'm already dressed and ready to hit the road. I tried reasoning with them but it was useless.  Damn it all. I must be cursed. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must be having fun right now except me. Maybe they've already arrived at EK. *sigh* I'm really down right now. Cris is at fiesta on Dagupan right now. He must be having fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gugu is coming here today, I think. I'm not really sure if he's coming. Oh well, if he isn't coming, I might have second thoughts on going to the Pulp Summer Slam this afternoon. But with who? Cris isn't here.. And there's nobody else I can't think of who would go with me later. Hmm.. maybe I should contact some pulpers.. But who..? Hmmm.. Oh well, I'll update you guys later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111484325964734280?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111484325964734280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111484325964734280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111484325964734280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111484325964734280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-suck-bigtime.html' title='I suck... BIGTIME'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111467673953013602</id><published>2005-04-28T13:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T13:32:46.736+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser</title><content type='html'>this is a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1060620461' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What will your last words be?&lt;br /&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~cum_on_bitch'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;cum_on_bitch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your LJ username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your LJ username' value='eureka' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your real name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your real name' value='karla' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your sex' value='unknown' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your age' value='16' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your last words will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;"who spilt my beer?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='cum_on_bitch'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1060620461'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1062613775' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What will your Funeral be like?&lt;br /&gt; by rashock&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='armored_username' value='karla' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You will die by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Your mother warned you not to run around with scissors in your hand. You die by some freak accident. Can&amp;#39;t really say it was pretty, your Funeral is a closed casket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Death Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;September 4, 2023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Number attending your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;How much will you leave to friends and family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;$1,774,183&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='rashock'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1062613775'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geek! Geek! Geek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074621962' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What kind of geek are you?! by &lt;a href='http://www.deadjournal.com/users/deusdragon/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;deusdragon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='karla' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Hours spent on computer per day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Hours spent on computer per day' value='8' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Hours spent in front of TV per day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Hours spent in front of TV per day' value='10' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Age' value='16' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;The romantic Geek.  You recite lines from your favorite movies, games, comic books, etc., in order to woo your love.  Funny thing is...it usually works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='deusdragon'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074621962'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111467673953013602?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111467673953013602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111467673953013602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111467673953013602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111467673953013602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-loser.html' title='I&apos;m a loser'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111451188552575449</id><published>2005-04-26T15:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:38:05.683+05:00</updated><title type='text'>i crush you</title><content type='html'>Waaa! Guess what? Sergio won against Yshe last night and it was a magnificent fight indeed. If you're wondering who this Sergio Mora I'm talking about, well, I'll tell ya.. He's one of the 8 finalists who got lucky and advanced to the second round on the show "The Contender". And he's my krasness of the month ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="269" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/contender_sergiomora.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="163" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/mora_03.jpg" width="196" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="163" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/mora_01.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6799287-111451188552575449?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111451188552575449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111451188552575449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111451188552575449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111451188552575449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-crush-you_26.html' title='i crush you'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111449075695738340</id><published>2005-04-26T09:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:16:11.293+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyslexic is me.. You is adored by me.</title><content type='html'>There's this gurl. Actually, a friend of mine. I saw her journal. And I read something that really ticked me off. Her welcome message was somewhat similar to the welcome message I used to display on my previous blog. And she used to visit my blog most of the time. Get the picture? And if you read her entries, mann, you better have a dictionary by your side! 'Coz me is being dyslexic on little miss smarty-pants' entries waheheheh Me is dumb and you is trying so hard to be a knowledgeable english-speaker. Complicated is your words for the mere child's comprehension of mine. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, her, acting like a so-good-at-words coo koo (which is not really her.) is starting to make her look uhh..&lt;stike&gt;cheap.&lt;/strike&gt; T_T I feel nothing but pity for her. Still, it would be best for someone to stay the way he/she really is. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAG NA MAG-ENGLISH KUNG DI MARUNONG!! AT WAG NANG GUMAMNIT NG  THESAURUS PARA PALALIMIN ANG SALITA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111449075695738340?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111449075695738340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111449075695738340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111449075695738340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111449075695738340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/dyslexic-is-me-you-is-adored-by-me.html' title='Dyslexic is me.. You is adored by me.'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111449043202353664</id><published>2005-04-25T11:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:44:48.110+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is my butt</title><content type='html'>Hello. I have a limited time of making this entry today. (The internet card I'm using is not mine. I stole it. Wahahahah, it's my brother's.) Anyways, we just got home from bicol last night. We were there for like..2 days. The trip was 8 hours long. My butt's still soar. *grin*Nothing much happened, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, I already enrolled at UST. Shayne and I are classmates. ^_^ Imagine that, Shayne and me? together? Yeah! That'll be so much fun. We had the same boyfriend when we were 1st yr highschool. And no, we have no grudge or watsoever against each other like some people expected. *eekk* And now we're classmates! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111449043202353664?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111449043202353664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111449043202353664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111449043202353664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111449043202353664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/woe-is-my-butt.html' title='Woe is my butt'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111388393707967416</id><published>2005-04-19T08:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:12:17.080+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo</title><content type='html'>Hello. I've just finished working on my blog's new layout, I'm gonna replace this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and if anybody wants my previous blogskins, I'll be giving it for only 80 pesos. Cge na!!  (Waa! I'm so desperate!) And I can also make blogskins of your own design. ^_^ Ofcourse the payment will be based on how hard your skin will be. ^_^ I also burn CD's for only 50 pesos. I'll be the one providing the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL PRICES ARE NEGOTIABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reach me here..&lt;br /&gt;YM:  purpleadik05 or blasphemousbiatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'm in a  crisis right now.. I need cash pronto hehehe..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111388393707967416?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111388393707967416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111388393707967416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111388393707967416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111388393707967416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo.html' title='Boo'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111354848979430565</id><published>2005-04-15T11:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:01:29.796+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>I hate this pc! A lot of tools and buttons are missing and I can't save an image as a jpg file. Damn it all. It seems that my plan to change my blogskin will be delayed as of the moment. Grr.. TAE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111354848979430565?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111354848979430565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111354848979430565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111354848979430565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111354848979430565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/crap.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111347653505050011</id><published>2005-04-14T15:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:02:15.050+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello people, it's been quite a while since I last posted here(as if anybody cares wahehehe!!)  A LOT has happened, really, a &lt;strong&gt;LOT.&lt;/strong&gt;  Too many to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my computer's now spyware-free. *claps* It was fixed today. However, all my files including my &lt;strong&gt;unfinished blog templates, pictures, mp3's, html codes/javascripts, my POEMS, shortstories and the likes.. have all been erased! *screams blatantly* NoOoOo&lt;/strong&gt;.. I should'nt have.. I shouldn't have let him erase all of it! How stupid of me not to save my files before him fixing it. &lt;strong&gt;Grrrr!!! I'm pissed. So pissed&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I have to start from scratch again. And I'll have to do a lot of downloads to get back what's lost. Damn it all. T_T I'm installing YM right now. And maybe I'll be installing Limewire later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also planning to change my blogskin again, but the skin I did last week was also erased. I'll have to do a new one. Damn it all. Oh well, atleast I'll be busy this summer. I'm also looking for a summer job.. I wonder.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to UST last week to confirm my enrollment. Shayne was with me, and we're on the same class! Yey! We're classmates... Only problem is, I think our schedule is 7-11 A.M. NoOoOo.. I cant wake up that early! Everyday I wake up around 10 AM. And now this? Mann, &lt;strong&gt;lalo ako magiging lowblood nyan! ampotah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Akie, I won't be able to post the pictures yet, sori..but I will.promise. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111347653505050011?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111347653505050011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111347653505050011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111347653505050011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111347653505050011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111140481611862042</id><published>2005-03-21T16:17:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:33:36.120+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetence for Photoshop</title><content type='html'>I miss constructing deviant graphics on photoshop T_T  Too bad this pc's &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; not in good condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111140481611862042?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111140481611862042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111140481611862042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111140481611862042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111140481611862042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/appetence-for-photoshop.html' title='Appetence for Photoshop'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111139587650974779</id><published>2005-03-21T13:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:04:36.510+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The future-advertiser...?</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just as I've told Lawrence, I'll advertise their sites here. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story Andy and Lawrence have been making for the past years..? Click here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatisthefate.tk/"&gt;http://www.whatisthefate.tk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna take some time to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemoftheyear.tk/"&gt;http://www.poemoftheyear.tk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm still damn bored. hayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111139587650974779?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111139587650974779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111139587650974779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111139587650974779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111139587650974779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/future-advertiser.html' title='The future-advertiser...?'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111139188146243664</id><published>2005-03-21T12:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:58:01.463+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavity</title><content type='html'>There's a little cavity in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, it grows a little bigger, until every beat is like a blow to the chest that leaves me gasping in pain. Giving me a hard time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it started. I don't know if it'll end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's a struggle everyday to just open my eyes in the morning and get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been with me for as long as I can recall...this hole. This cavity. It twists and turns on itself sometimes, shrinking and stretching and tearing and gnawing until I think I'm screaming my tongue out, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much further will it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, rise, fall. Place one foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no thought behind the movement anymore, only a deadened determination to continue plowing on mindlessly without really knowing why, a failing dried-up determination that is slowly deteriorating each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I fight a losing battle with it, the cavity that is spreading and slowly eating me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a little light falls through my window, and I try to take the remnants and sew up the wound with a few threads of hope. But usually before I can finish, a clouds obscures the sun outside, cutting off the light. Darkness falls, I am prevented from completing the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know...&lt;br /&gt;Even without the clouds, these few frail threads are not enough to span the hideously wide chasm the once-small cavity has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become such that each tenous thread does not bind...but only peirces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I am now afraid to grab onto any of these tendrils. These spiderweb lifelines in their tender fragility would only break and throw me down to a new depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I try to contain it, and I try not to let it show.&lt;br /&gt;But one day I open my eyes and I discover that the cavity is no longer within me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe, agony, torment...it's what the cavity is made of. Depression engulfs me. I try to run from it, but it apprehends me even as I turn to make a break for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is my last try, because I simply do not have the strength left in me for another attempt. This time, I've been running for days. I woke up and I just ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, rise, fall of empty chest. Place one foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath coming in hard and jagged now, fluids rushing to knees and turning them into jelly.&lt;br /&gt;This is the limit. My foot hits something hard and I come to a sudden stop, collapsing into a heap on the flat gray stone that had brought me to a halt. Fingertips brush lightly across a rough uneven surface, a coarse texture cut into smooth stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are hazy from weariness and tears that I didn't knew I'd shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111139188146243664?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111139188146243664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111139188146243664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111139188146243664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111139188146243664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/cavity.html' title='Cavity'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111138767127526580</id><published>2005-03-21T11:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:47:51.283+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not fit to be best in deportment...?!</title><content type='html'>I ditched graduation practice today. We were instructed to have lunchbreak for about 45 minutes. But I never came back. Waheheheh I'll be toast for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone's making a fuss about my new hair style. Bummer.&lt;strong&gt; I don't like it!&lt;/strong&gt; Nevermind why. I won't post it here anymore. Long story, really. For the past 2 days all I've been hearing from my batchmates and teachers were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bakit ka nagpagupit?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SAYANG buhok mo!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hindi na sunod sa galaw!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Naks new hair style"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wow! You look fresh"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sayang baket mo pinaiksian?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bagay sayo.. di nga.. bagay sayo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uy, dalaga na sya"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You look younger"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uy nagpapaganda para kay..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sayang ang haba haba na ng hait mo eh"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"2 years pa yan bago tumubo uli ng ganun kahaba"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You look HOT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lalong lalo na, lage kong nadidinig yung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SORRY SA BAGONG BUHOK MO!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it people! Leave my hair alone! hehehe.. And then earlier this morning, during grad. practice, we were rehearsing our "getting-the-diploma-routine" And as usual, since my surname starts with a "V" I was second to the last to be called. After me was Akie. When the emcee said, &lt;em&gt;"Verzonilla, Karla Eliza, E."&lt;/em&gt; I got up to the stage and then everyone&lt;strong&gt; just started clapping and shouting so loud!&lt;/strong&gt;  They kept on saying &lt;strong&gt;"Bagong gupit! Bagong gupit!"&lt;/strong&gt;  Haha &lt;strong&gt;PAGTRIPA DAW BA KO?!&lt;/strong&gt; eheheh Everyone was cheering for me. Waheheh  I was a bit embarrased. But it's okay. Still I regained composure and did the routine. wahehehe!!! (Bida nanaman?!) haha &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111138767127526580?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111138767127526580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111138767127526580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111138767127526580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111138767127526580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-fit-to-be-best-in-deportment.html' title='Not fit to be best in deportment...?!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111103424061001068</id><published>2005-03-17T09:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:37:20.613+05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Drum Roll...*</title><content type='html'>Heya.. I'm still adjusting to this new layout. Some of the codes aren't working as I expected. Ugh. I'll have to fix those later. I have no classes today! *Yipee!* Boredom is killing me. I hate being a BUM. *grin* Maybe I'll go out later with Cris, hopefully. errr.. can't stand this silence anymore. Mom's still in the hospital and hopefully she'll be allowed to go home maybe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Guess what?! *drum roll* Another award will be given to me this Friday and I invited mom and dad to come. I'll be getting my medal for being best in economics and another certificate for being best in deportment. *claps* I told Dad the good new last night and he gave me money to treat out some friends. And besides that, they'll buy me whatever I want as a reward. Lucky me eh?! Wahehehe.. It feels good to be top1 waheheheheh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111103424061001068?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111103424061001068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111103424061001068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111103424061001068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111103424061001068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/drum-roll.html' title='*Drum Roll...*'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111097436818616384</id><published>2005-03-16T16:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:21:41.546+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe.. New layout. I spent 4 hours doing it. I fixed the code for the title at last. The contents are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end ithere. My eyes hurt. I need to get some shut-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;To: Pretentious(Kim), here's my ym id:&lt;br /&gt;choose any..&lt;br /&gt;purpleadik05 or blasphemousbiatch or m0rbidmelancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM ka nalang.. Now that I posted it here, you'll have no more excuses for not telling me what's going on with some.... stuff. Hmfpt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111097436818616384?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111097436818616384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111097436818616384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111097436818616384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111097436818616384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/tadaaaa.html' title='Tadaaaa!!!'/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111060267768951054</id><published>2005-03-12T09:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:44:37.690+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~bleeding...~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/hateyou2.gif" /&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/6799287-111060267768951054?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111060267768951054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111060267768951054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111060267768951054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111060267768951054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111043904150774859</id><published>2005-03-10T11:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T12:17:21.516+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~A very very late post~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be posted umm last week. But since I was so busy, I forgot all about this and it sinked along with the other old posts. I'll post it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gateway with some of my classmates(Chen,Carlo and Keiji). But before going there, we hanged out at Keiji's place for a while to take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur17.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur18.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movie "Hitch" Then we saw Reynolds and Ady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur20.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/cinema.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed with the ceiling T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/ceiling.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chen in the.. darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/dilim.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo and Keiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/astig.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we ate at the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur28.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/kain.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, it was Schedar's birthday so we went to eat at Yellowcab at Katipunan then headed to Robinsons Galleria and watched again. We watched Quiji Board...? I forgot the spelling! Mann I was so freaked out! I kept on screaming and my classmates kept on laughing at me wahehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/yellowcab.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we took a lot of pictures again, obviously. Why? Paki nyo. Gusto namen mag piktyur piktyur eh! wahehee We don't usually take pictures when we go out but since graduation day is coming up, we'll be parting ways soon. And we won't be able to go out like this or take pictures just for fun anymore. *tear drop* That's why we grab the chance to capture moments of our last moments together. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111043904150774859?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111043904150774859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111043904150774859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111043904150774859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111043904150774859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-very-late-post-this-was-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111028990918395854</id><published>2005-03-08T18:35:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:51:49.186+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~I've run out of titles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waaaahhh!!! It's so boring!!!! Taena sarap uminom. But I can't. grr!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, Iwent home about 1:30 PM. I'm just taking care of my clearance and then... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wallah! graduation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's so boring at school. I spent the whole day doing my 1st and 2nd quarter notes at Economics. And then while we were at the mini-theater, I started writing my notes on Filipino. &lt;strong&gt;Ugh! The pressure! &lt;/strong&gt;I've only got 4 teachers to sign on my clearance today. The others subjects are will be signed maybe next week pa. Mann, the boredom is killing me! Walang magawa sa skul. And Nikki was absent today so I hanged around with Keiji and the others at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Jules had a little bonding. *laughs* Grabe, I didn't know Jules was so..so.. good at giving advices, like Nikki. Nahawa na ata kay Nikki. I opened up some issues to him regarding... some stuff about.. basta. Cguro mga 1 hour rin kami nagusap about some &lt;strong&gt;serious "love" matters.&lt;/strong&gt; And he gave me some good advices. Di ko akalaing ganun sya. And I never thought those words would come out from someone like him. He's often quiet, and not outspoken but he opened up some stuff to me too which &lt;strong&gt;definitely surprised me&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's our little secret. eheheheh *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot. To that person who borrowed my Economics notebook last 3rd quarter, and never returned it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY YOUR STINKIN CORPSE ROT IN HELL YOU ABHORRENT CLEPTOMANIAC!!! Because of you I had to re-write all the nore from 1st to 2nd quarter. And take note, it's more than 50 pages. And I had to re-write them be hand.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111028990918395854?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111028990918395854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111028990918395854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111028990918395854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111028990918395854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-run-out-of-titles-waaaahhh-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111028775088632907</id><published>2005-03-08T18:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:15:50.886+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~New PULPcommunity message board~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it really. I dunno why. And they're gonna replace the old one for good! Aww.. it makes em feel sad. Dami &lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt; ang natatandaan ko sa message board na yun. (And gawa pa yun ni Cris ko) Yeah,it's more organized now. But, for some reason, I like the old one better. I mean, it looks just like the other forums you can see in the internet. &lt;strong&gt;And it's giving me the creeps!&lt;/strong&gt; It's reminding me of.... basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111028775088632907?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111028775088632907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111028775088632907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111028775088632907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111028775088632907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-pulpcommunity-message-board-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111027498066983550</id><published>2005-03-08T14:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:43:00.670+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The paranoid parents~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Guess what? my parents are so paranoid right now. Why? 'Coz my sister(Karen) went to her classmates house and I think she didn't tell mom and dad. So now, they keep on calling the driver and asking where Karen is. tsk tsk.. poor us.. &lt;strong&gt;How will we ever be independent?!&lt;/strong&gt; Karen is already 13 years old and there's nothing to worry about her going to her classmate's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did they know, I used to go to Robinsons all by myself when I was in 1st year highschool. And now, they're all making a fuss about Karen's little &lt;strong&gt;escape-to-her-friend's-house&lt;/strong&gt;. And now they're even forcing me to disconnect from the internet so that Karen can call. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK!!! OohHh.. They're so worried about they're goddamn daughter.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it here..Dad's starting to get furious. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111027498066983550?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111027498066983550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111027498066983550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111027498066983550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111027498066983550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/paranoid-parents-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111026731039891816</id><published>2005-03-08T12:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T12:55:15.753+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The real blasphemous &lt;strike&gt;biatch&lt;/strike&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooohhhh I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO BAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I did something ahem.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today *wicked laugh*&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves you right you &lt;strike&gt;Bitch&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111026731039891816?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111026731039891816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111026731039891816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111026731039891816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111026731039891816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/real-blasphemous-biatch-oooooohhhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111026406222236144</id><published>2005-03-08T11:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:11:51.770+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~blu-utooth~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics taken during our Illiad pictorial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ENGKA's realm(BALETE) Waheheheheheh!!! ENGKAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="112" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Balete.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="112" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Frid0mgals.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="112" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/Frid0mboys.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="112" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/angas.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111026406222236144?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111026406222236144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111026406222236144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111026406222236144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111026406222236144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/blu-utooth-here-are-some-of-pics-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111018591130787066</id><published>2005-03-07T13:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:58:31.310+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~SUNAL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not from 4-Freedom, you'll never understand what that word(the title) means. Anyways, last Tuesday, me, Keiji, Joey and Benmar went ate at World Tops. Then they insisted on discussing the &lt;strong&gt;"happenings"&lt;/strong&gt; during their &lt;strong&gt;overnight at Shangri-La&lt;/strong&gt; and I was not permitted to stay by my parents. T_T So they started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"blah blah and blaaaahhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so freakin' jelous! I could've done something wild too or maybe drank a lot like them. Oh woe is me. T_T Anyways, while they were eating, I decided to take a picture of them. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left to right- Jules, Benmar, Keiji)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="54" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/60329aa6.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6799287-111018591130787066?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111018591130787066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111018591130787066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111018591130787066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111018591130787066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunal-if-youre-not-from-4-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-111018476406374069</id><published>2005-03-07T13:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:59:39.720+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~PROM pix~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are... as I promised.. I've managed to take only a few pictures due to my cellphone's low memory.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venue.. At Shangri-La Hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur31.jpg" width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur29.jpg" width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur32.jpg" width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/69d6f08b.jpg"  width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/PiktyurPiktyur34.jpg" width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/6b8499c1.jpg"  width="#120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some more.. but I won't post them anymore.. Wahehehhe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-111018476406374069?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/111018476406374069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=111018476406374069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111018476406374069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/111018476406374069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/prom-pix-here-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-110975864742591185</id><published>2005-03-02T14:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:17:27.430+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~PROM~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so this is the happier post about my prom. My classmates, Joey and Benmar picked us(nikki and me) up at my house and headed to Shangri-La Hotel. Then we picked up EriKa and Jeline at Ystilo, Morato. We got there around 6 or 6:30. There were already a bunch of people there. First we went up to our room. And nag-retouch kami ng make up. Margaux's mom was there and she was being very kind. She helped us tighten up our gowns. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Her daughter, Margaux, is a wacko. I'm not kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I kept on recieving these compliments that I am or I became.. uhh.. &lt;strong&gt;slim.&lt;/strong&gt; Wahehehehe.. (Lumaki ulo ko syempre) Pero it's true, I do look slimmer with my gown.I'll show you what it looks like when I get the blutooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed downstairs to the function room. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were a lot of handsome guys. *drools* Especially Andy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; nyahahahah.. I was also worried about me having the same dress with some one. 'Coz I bought mine at Sari-sari and there's a big chance na may makapareho ako. Well, I saw no one with the same dress. But there was this one girl that had the same style with my gown. And it was &lt;strong&gt;AKIE. (HOY! ikaw talaga eheheheh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas pretty much the same. Same activities.. the rest is history.  (It's pretty boring, I won't elaborate it anymore.) After all the awardings, we went back to our room to change for our swing apparel. We all wore cocktail dresses. And masyado palang maikli yung saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the function room and waited for our turn to dance. Oh yeah.. uhh.. the dance.. I'd rather not talk about it. heheheh... To make the story short, nadulas ako when it was our(jonathan and me) turn to take a bow infront of everyone.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I stepped on Jonathan's foot by accident. And I almost got out of balance. Waaahh! The humiliation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I was surprised the audience cheered us loudly despite of my clumsiness. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was dinner. It was a buffet. Since we already know that the line will be a very very long one, we decided to grab a lot of food, and I mean a &lt;strong&gt;LOT.&lt;/strong&gt; I was so full. And me and the girls had a hard time tucking in and minimizing our tummies. *wicked laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lotsafun, though I cried. (read my previous post, down there..) I'll upload the prom pics once I get the blutooth from my cousin. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-110975864742591185?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/110975864742591185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=110975864742591185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110975864742591185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110975864742591185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/prom-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-110975252672704671</id><published>2005-03-02T12:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:58:01.616+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~As expected, I cried...~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/cusacry-diana.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, So prom has just ended.I was excited yet kinda down at the same time. WHY? Coz I wasn't permitted to stay overnight at Shangri-La. And I'm really pissed. 'Twas about past 12 midnight when I recieved a text message. I was dancing with.. I think Joey.. and then.. &lt;em&gt;*buttmann doorooorooroo buttmann!* &lt;/em&gt;(it's my wav message tone heheh) 'twas a text from my dad that said.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"wat tym k uwi?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Damnit. It's too early to go home!!! So..I didn't mind it and continued on dancing with my classmates. And then after several minutes, &lt;em&gt;*buttmann doorooorooroo buttmann!* &lt;/em&gt;it's another message that said.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"d2 nko back entrance"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;F!@#$% Taena.. badtrip talga.. My other classmates insisted that they'd talk to my dad and ask my dad if I can stay overnight. But for some reason, they backed out 'coz it might give my dad a bad impression that I'll do something wacky or stupid with my friends. &lt;strong&gt;Duh?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates walked me up to the lobby and we had some conversations about the &lt;strong&gt;"incentives"&lt;/strong&gt; (I'll tell you about that later..) Then I started crying.. And I my make up was ruined. Good thing the prom already ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so I left the hotel in tears.. I turned back to take one final look at my friends and they were all standing there. &lt;strong&gt;Aww..(na-touch ako)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad asked me&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;musta naman prom? masaya?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"umm... (the truth is I didn't say anything at all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad knew I was crying. Though I tried hard to hold back my tears. It's a sad moment for me.. Leaving the hotel, all the &lt;strong&gt;"plans-to-do-at-prom"&lt;/strong&gt; came rushing into my head and it really really made me down 'coz I can't do any of those plans. *a big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/silent_incantations/about2cry.gif" /&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/6799287-110975252672704671?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/110975252672704671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=110975252672704671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110975252672704671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110975252672704671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-expected-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-110956407347547901</id><published>2005-02-28T08:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:14:33.483+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Gimme' some rest~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya people.. it's been a long time since I "blogged". There are so many things I wanna type but. Sa sobrang dami nang nangyari this week di ko na malalahat. Anyways.. as always.. I'll summarize it in a list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had our unit tests for our major and minor subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swing practice.. We have been practicing the dance for about a week. My partner is uhm.. Jonathan (~ack!) And my body still hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been looking for a gown and I finally found one at sari-sari, it costs about 3 thou I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I had another session of derma. Yes.. it's painful.. THE HORROR! THE HORROR!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then for 3 days, mom and I had been looking for a cocktail dress and we found one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we yesterday, we went to Caloocan at Deparo to have my cocktail dress altered. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went back to SM fairview to buy my sandals and pouch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And today, I just got home from the parlor. I had my nails done. And I'm not gonna go back there at that parlor. NO ONE can make me. Pano ba naman kasi nagsugat yung isang kong kuko! nagdugo dahil sa katangahan nung babae dun. Punyeta! And then after several minutes, another woman came and they were talking in some language I can't understand and it kinda made me feel like their talking about me. Hmpft! And then another woman came at nagsisingil ng utang dun sa nagmamanicure saken. Kulang nalang eh magsampalan eh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then mamaya, I'll be heading to Bench Fix at Katipunan to have my hair and make-up done. (pero sa totoo lang yoko na bumalik dun kasi dati when I had my make up done there, the one putting make-up on me was the head-styler i think. And then he suddenly called his students to watch him do my  make-up. And his students was about 8 or 12. And they were all watching me. waaaa! the humiliation! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I'll go home and wear my gown and wait for Nikki to arrive. Sabay kami pupunta dun. Then Joey and the others will pick us up at my house and then we'll head to Shangri-La. Ta-daaaaa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's gonna be so exciting yet so depressing. Why? Because my other classmates will be checking in at Shangri-La. And me, I'll be going home. T_T I was not allowed by mom. as always. Sarap mag mura amp! Dami kasi plano eh.. ako pa yung isa sa nagplano ng mga gagawin after prom tapos ako pa pala yung di makakapuna T_T Sayang! Damnit. I cried all night nung di ako pinayagan hu hu hu T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways that's all for now.. I'll upload some pics from the prom maybe tomorrow or some other time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-110956407347547901?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/110956407347547901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=110956407347547901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110956407347547901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110956407347547901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/02/gimme-some-rest-heya-people.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-110897103590894567</id><published>2005-02-21T12:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:30:35.910+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate... *points finger at you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-110897103590894567?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/110897103590894567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=110897103590894567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110897103590894567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110897103590894567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799287.post-110896682338023836</id><published>2005-02-21T10:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:20:23.383+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~the futile aftermath of  my hardwork~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonahnopants: np with the interview how'd ur teacher find it though?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the interview was okay. &lt;strong&gt;But I was given a grade of 65. Yes, I was given  failing grade despite my three days of toiling and sacrificing my other important-things-to-do.&lt;/strong&gt; And guess what, the highest score that Mrs. Regno gave in our class was &lt;strong&gt;73&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine that. No one passed. Oh well.. I'm too fucked up to write about this shit. So I'll fuckin' end this now..&lt;strong&gt;fuck off mortals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799287-110896682338023836?l=silent-incantations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/feeds/110896682338023836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799287&amp;postID=110896682338023836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110896682338023836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799287/posts/default/110896682338023836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-incantations.blogspot.com/2005/02/futile-aftermath-of-my-hardwork.html' title=''/><author><name>silent_incantations</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
