<?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-5999646027465072285</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:11:59.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything i am for Your kingdom's cause. :)</title><subtitle type='html'>as i walk from nothing to eternity .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-810640053733603455</id><published>2009-08-14T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:42:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victory liner</title><content type='html'>OAG! (Oh Aking Gosh) :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back home in Pampanga for the first time since the first day of my stay here in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;Yey. I'm uber excited. I can't wait for Thursday. I miss home so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm quite in a hurry.  (You call this a blog? xDD )&lt;br /&gt;Alright. God bless ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-810640053733603455?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/810640053733603455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=810640053733603455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/810640053733603455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/810640053733603455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/08/victory-liner-d.html' title='victory liner'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5377719857728377588</id><published>2009-08-10T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:43:17.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagkarandom-random :DD</title><content type='html'>Lapet na FRESHIE NIGHT. "Tayo ang Pagbabago Mga Bagong Iskolar Ng Bayan" --astig diba?&lt;br /&gt;oh pano CAC 2 pasiklab tayo? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;Pramis, kapag may laptop nako (God willing, that's soon :D ), daily updater na 'lit ako.&lt;br /&gt;Ang konyo ko ngayon ah. Bakit ba? Feel ko eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home so much.&lt;br /&gt;Pampanga, miss mo nako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much lessons learned on  different things, on life these past two months.&lt;br /&gt;Syemps, I'll be sharing them with you next time.&lt;br /&gt;Puro ako next time no? Nakakasawa. Kahit AKO MISMO nagsasawa na.&lt;br /&gt;Eh busy nga diba? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blog hopping. I missed your pages guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Paano nga ba gawin ang imposible..tulad ng paglimot ko sayo?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ang keso&lt;/span&gt;. harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GOD is mighty to save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5377719857728377588?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5377719857728377588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5377719857728377588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5377719857728377588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5377719857728377588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/08/pagkarandom-random-dd.html' title='pagkarandom-random :DD'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4212323143919498543</id><published>2009-05-27T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:58:34.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame game</title><content type='html'>oh so shameful. I can't update anymore. I'm getting busier. arr. What a super boring summer. pft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4212323143919498543?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4212323143919498543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4212323143919498543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4212323143919498543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4212323143919498543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-game.html' title='lame game'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2285658082228537130</id><published>2009-03-14T18:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:00:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you shot me right through the heart</title><content type='html'>To save myself from tomatoes ( Yes. I'm guilty of the 16-day-abandonment-of-blog crime), I'm gonna do something different today. I'll be doing less of talking. Let the photos tell their stories. Oh wait, let me do some narrating if needed. Let's start? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: PROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SbuGWgZ_PAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPLgthUrfpc/s1600-h/022820092155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312987906627812354" style="width: 294px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SbuGWgZ_PAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPLgthUrfpc/s320/022820092155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm satisfied with how I looked for this year's prom. I enjoyed the ball. Danced and danced with girlfriends. How I wish I took more pictures. Last year's prom was better.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing we disliked is that &lt;strong&gt;food was served in styros&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Errr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: GELA's BIRTHDAY ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8iZGcqkeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Vx-1Ha2GsUA/s1600-h/1_894522340l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314003899943391714" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8iZGcqkeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Vx-1Ha2GsUA/s320/1_894522340l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang was complete again, after a year and more. Lea's always unavailable we don't know why, Chelsea always has gimmicks with her new girlfriends and Gelaii's always busy checking testpapers. ( TRIVIA: Our birthday girl's a Teacher's Pet. aha ! ) Me? Well ahmm.. busy with... with.. oh my sched's always crammed up. There's the photo shoot, autograph signing, recording .. man, I can't get a life. HARHAR ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Asaness is the happiness&lt;br /&gt;- 4.Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disregard the wrong grammar, 4.GENEVIEVE is a class of morons xD JK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated greetings ghela. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We all love you&lt;/span&gt; and you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: OUTREACH / PICNIC / OFFICIAL LAST DAY OF CLASSES ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8sl9xTxlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tVpkexVR_FU/s1600-h/1_423511241l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314015116068636242" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8sl9xTxlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tVpkexVR_FU/s320/1_423511241l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mara's turn to pass through the tunnel. That's me in bright orange.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8oGLpBqMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vC1TAxAoW_0/s1600-h/1_565111947l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314010171989665986" style="width: 346px; height: 241px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb8oGLpBqMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vC1TAxAoW_0/s320/1_565111947l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet the ORANGE Rangers. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast last March 13 (Friday the 13th). I lent a hand in the kitchen and helped in the food preparation for the kids. It's heart-touching to see their smiles, their little way of showing they appreciate our efforts to make them happy. We truly have outreached them.&lt;br /&gt;After our community service, everybody has agreed to have our picnic in Bicentenial Park. It was the first time &lt;em&gt;na naglaro ako ng Maro&lt;/em&gt;. Our team won. SUKLAB ang opponents namin. haha. After heaps of laugh, when it was near twilight, we formed a Circle of Love. Everybody had a chance to say whatever they wanted to say. Few cried. I didn't. Record yun ! aha. We ended the day with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kisses&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang saya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Super.&lt;/strong&gt; A day to remember talaga. I'm gonna miss them all for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today's the LAST DAY of our Finals. Looking forward to Graduation Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tan tan na nan tan tatan.. tan tananan tatan.. tan ta tan ta tan.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SLEEPLESS NIGHTS ARE OVER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb9g9rvu4cI/AAAAAAAAANA/zhGg6OxBDAI/s1600-h/1_370320491l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314072698151690690" style="width: 201px; height: 121px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/Sb9g9rvu4cI/AAAAAAAAANA/zhGg6OxBDAI/s320/1_370320491l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;IDENTIFIED TARGET : your&lt;em&gt; heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2285658082228537130?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2285658082228537130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2285658082228537130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2285658082228537130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2285658082228537130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-shot-me-right-through-heart.html' title='you shot me right through the heart'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SbuGWgZ_PAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPLgthUrfpc/s72-c/022820092155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-1105692906590610791</id><published>2009-02-24T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:16:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's all shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SINGLE IS&lt;/span&gt; SEXY &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharharhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1105692906590610791?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1105692906590610791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1105692906590610791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1105692906590610791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1105692906590610791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-all-shout.html' title='let&apos;s all shout'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1103508671888055922</id><published>2009-02-15T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:12:10.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of second chances</title><content type='html'>wow. It has been half a month. I'm running out of things to say, though I have a lot in fact. harhar. I just don't know how to organize them. Time for some brain work. I was idle (in a blogger aspect) for half a month and that isn't good. So now what? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church- I'm missing a lot of it. Help me pray. Let's meet in prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - Heck. There's A LOT of work. We have revised our thesis for the nth time imaginable. And revising means reprinting. Reprinting means we have to pay for the printing fees, AGAIN. We are so relieved (that we wanna to throw a party) that the thesis stuff's finally over. Thank God. As in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I in store for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, with the best of my efforts, trying to lose weight. Know what? It's a lot harder than having thesis work. I have to sacrifice a lot of things. I have to pretend I don't know how good lollipops and the like are. Grr. I even have to jog and do strenous activities. My oh my. This is  real torture. The silver lining is that, I'll be making him realize what he had but chose to let it go, and that he'll never have it again.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;palaban ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He" has changed a lot that sometimes I don't know who he is anymore. He keeps on disregarding my feelings. His jokes aren't funny anymore, the fact is, they're like double-edged sword that cuts through me. He is not even aware of it, that he's causing me so much pain than necessary. The biggest question I have in me now is that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love ends, how soon should you let go ... how long should you hold on.&lt;br /&gt;-- One More Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with no answer. I need a genius. Einstein himself perhaps. Truth is, not a genius could answer that. It's me myself. But I'm afraid of the answer I'll come up with. I'm still not ready for that. I'm in the hurting process,  and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"moving on"&lt;/span&gt; one. I hope it wouldn't take long. Me passing the UPCAT is a great help. I'll be away for 4 months. 4 months of not seeing even his shadow, not hearing his voice that I so adore. Those ought to help. I'm with crossed fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba teka lang. Grabe ang shift ng story ko ah. From  losing weight to my heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this. I ought not to depress myself. I choose to be happy, loveless or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed ya guys. :) I'm gonna blog hop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1103508671888055922?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1103508671888055922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1103508671888055922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1103508671888055922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1103508671888055922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/enough-of-second-chances.html' title='enough of second chances'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5048823848705740477</id><published>2009-01-31T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:42:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleased with it</title><content type='html'>I, with the help of my personal efforts, am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, hello world .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5048823848705740477?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5048823848705740477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5048823848705740477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5048823848705740477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5048823848705740477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/pleased-with-it.html' title='pleased with it'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3502304403083086958</id><published>2009-01-24T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:29:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up up and away it went :)</title><content type='html'>hala! it's been centuries. missed me noh.? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Our thesis in Filipino is eating so so much of our time. It isn't healthy na noh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped attending Music Ministry practices just for its sake. Worse, I have missed the first Sunday of 2009 just because of school works. Tama ba naman yun? Mapapalo na ako kay Lord nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say today.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in next time...maybe next century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala.. UP Baguio. :)&lt;br /&gt;THANK you LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if my heart has grown cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there Your love will unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the works of Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3502304403083086958?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3502304403083086958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3502304403083086958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3502304403083086958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3502304403083086958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/up-up-and-away-it-went.html' title='up up and away it went :)'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6194071325291294230</id><published>2009-01-10T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:21:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CU2JhYM8tY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CU2JhYM8tY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6194071325291294230?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6194071325291294230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6194071325291294230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6194071325291294230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6194071325291294230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-it.html' title='move it'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4698198767129150841</id><published>2009-01-08T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:41:59.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never an original</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit I was a bit thrilled about this that's ABS&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CBN&lt;/span&gt; is putting up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There'll&lt;/span&gt; be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt; adaptation of Princess Hours-- my well-loved Korean drama for all time, Full House comes next. I love the "Bear Song" which is always my song of choice during live performances. :)) Going back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt;-adaptation-of-Princess-Hours thing, the lead role as "Janell" was first offered to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt; Salvador, but she was not casted due to her current projects. ABS&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CBN&lt;/span&gt; then gave the roles to Nicole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uysuiseng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Robi&lt;/span&gt; Domingo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PBB&lt;/span&gt;, both newbies in the biz. Honest to goodness, I doubt it'll be as good as the original Korean version, but it'll sure be a big hit with the Filipino audience nonetheless. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt; Perez, another newbie, will be Prince Troy. It's a roll of newbies and I don't like it very much. Yes I do know that jumping into conclusions isn't good, I just can't help it. To top it off with something positive, it may be a little but I still have trust in Filipino talent. They better make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Hours_(Philippine_TV_series)"&gt;See it for yourself if you want, just a click away.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait, there's more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt; version of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;koreanovela&lt;/span&gt; "Lovers In Paris" that I'm quite unfamiliar of, will also be airing this year. ABS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CBN&lt;/span&gt; is again, behind this. This news failed to make a great appeal to me for I wasn't able to watch the series in the first place. All I know is that KC Concepcion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Piolo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pascual&lt;/span&gt; got the leads. Oh, veterans. Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know what's coming next. Uh huh. Yes yes, it's about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Takipsilim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Almost every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TwiHard&lt;/span&gt; disliked the news, to an extent that some are cursing whoever is behind this.Ridiculous, it first seemed to me, but when I saw edited posters having Shaina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Magdayao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rayver&lt;/span&gt; Cruz who are said to be playing Bella and Edward respectively, you can't imagine my horror. Few seconds after, I did a lot of laughing. Later did I realize that the web is crowded with this funny funny stuffs and I went "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, this might be true." Panic &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillled&lt;/span&gt; me. They can't turn Twilight into some total ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ahmm&lt;/span&gt;.. mess, for a lack of better word. Minutes passed and I was totally indulged with it in the web, my mouth wide open in disbelief, eyeballs almost out of their sockets, one word came to mind... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;JOLOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I know this is degrading Philippine TV Industry, but hey, it's Twilight we are talking about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Twihards&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' and can't let it happen, don't we? No. No way they'll be able to do that. Here's the silver lining: my Physics seatmate told me that Shaina and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Rayver&lt;/span&gt; themselves stated to the press that everything isn't true, just plain crap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; to that! Believe me I almost jumped to my seat and shrieked, I'm not kidding. I celebrated with heaps and heaps of laughs. Bye bye &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-so-ridiculous-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Takipsilim&lt;/span&gt;-I-can't-stop-laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing. Stupid hearsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chelsea: Not the holy Twilight book.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;. And BTW, miss ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; a parade of adaptations of foreign hits and series. Can't we prove our worth by making our own, and eventually make the world realize we're not just copycats, that Philippines got talent too. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Filipino is worth dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Beat that! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Anung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;konek&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ewan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;, para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;kunwari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nationalistic &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; patriot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these stuffs is making me want to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mass Com&lt;/span&gt; as my college course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4698198767129150841?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4698198767129150841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4698198767129150841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4698198767129150841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4698198767129150841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-original.html' title='never an original'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5347452217134907006</id><published>2008-12-27T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:04:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme gimme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;gimme a break. napaparanoid nako to the nth leveel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiatus beybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that the people I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;really do trust&lt;/span&gt; spilled the milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayan tuloy napaparanoid nako talaga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WUTDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;paranoooiidd. ayoko na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Okay, just ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was fun. I played the role of being the VIDEOKEQUEEN, for the record. wahaha &lt;/div&gt;Can you believe it? Can you even imagine that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME -- on a microphone?&lt;/span&gt; LOL &amp;amp; more LOL. I can't even hit the notes. haha.  I had a blast anyway. New Year was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everyhing is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobra&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-- Allan K&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abundance of food, laughter, old and young on the street...and noise. There's this pile of school works too that are up to now, left undone. I dread January 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing but eat, play computer games, watch SpongeBob and Doraemon on the telly, rewatch flicks, and sleep. Vacation can be really boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Thanksgiving Service, Feeding Program ( which made me be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dakilang dishwasher "&lt;/span&gt; , but I ain't complaining, it's for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dadii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;naman eh. :] ) and Baptism. After our Thanksgiving Service came swimming spree. I had a nice time though I didn't go for a swim because...I did a lot of pushing people into the pool. HAHAHA. Good thing they can't hate me no matter how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilya&lt;/span&gt; I may be, kasi --- Loving God, Loving people eh. Thanks to that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang walang video&lt;/span&gt; to show how hard I laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pamatay na banat ngayong New Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009 Prediction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang taong magiging swerte sa pag-ibig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ay ang taong magiging akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5347452217134907006?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5347452217134907006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5347452217134907006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5347452217134907006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5347452217134907006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/gimme-gimme.html' title='gimme gimme'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4884223720130493145</id><published>2008-12-18T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:37:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you puzzle me</title><content type='html'>Start of our Christmas vacation. Supposedly, we should be worry-free, away from stressful stuffs and just chill out, right guys? In our case, it's the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thesis in Filipino which needs revising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Research paper in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Project proposal in CAT, which isn't an easy task as it may sound to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Project proposal, and the project itself in Trigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? When I said I'll be very busy this coming days, I wasn't just making an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;These can't stop me from enjoying the holidays however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW :: Currently ADDICTED to solving &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RUBIK's CUBE&lt;/span&gt; puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the beginner level. Ask me my wishlist. :)&lt;br /&gt;-- be good in Rubik's Cube solving and have an original one--yung &lt;em&gt;"di-pitik"&lt;/em&gt;, as my classmates call it.&lt;br /&gt;-- and a lot more wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeting you with love before Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 siyems . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4884223720130493145?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4884223720130493145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4884223720130493145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4884223720130493145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4884223720130493145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-puzzle-me.html' title='you puzzle me'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5756790107215767040</id><published>2008-12-17T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:19:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch me not. :))</title><content type='html'>alrighty!!! &lt;strong&gt;thank You, Almighty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hold of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time last Monday :). I love it...except for the SMS thing, it's really so time-consuming. But anyway, at least I have a new one right? What a merry Christmas, diba &lt;em&gt;Ate Merie&lt;/em&gt;? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who am I, that the Voice that calmed the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would call out through the rain ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and call the storm in me&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5756790107215767040?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5756790107215767040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5756790107215767040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5756790107215767040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5756790107215767040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/touch-me-not.html' title='touch me not. :))'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7024609584843928013</id><published>2008-12-15T08:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:01:11.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall return xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU'RE GETTING ME SPOILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I love it anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna be busier than ever this month. So I'll be deserting my blog for a while. Don't miss me too much though. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ilang&lt;/span&gt; pages &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kapal&lt;/span&gt; mo eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ayos&lt;/span&gt; punchline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; no? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- that made him laugh, which made me smile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nakanaks&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last December 13, the day I have waited so so long for, was ruined by our school guard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. They didn't want to let us go inside the campus just because we were wearing flops. Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt;, was inside the campus, which made me sleepless the night before, and they just won't let us in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haaiii&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BABANGON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;AKO&lt;/span&gt;"T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DUDURUGIN&lt;/span&gt; KO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SILA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt; effort. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Daming&lt;/span&gt; effort. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Diba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chelx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;I bought a Meg mag which has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt; on cover and a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pentel&lt;/span&gt; pen just so I could have an autograph ( and who knows, I might be able to have a pic taken with him--SANA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; nag-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;inarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yung&lt;/span&gt; guard ) signed by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Haii&lt;/span&gt;. They must be grateful for the fact that Christmas is just 'round the corner that's why I'm pretending to be a good girl. You know it right--Santa loves good kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Kidding. I don't believe in Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7024609584843928013?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7024609584843928013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7024609584843928013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7024609584843928013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7024609584843928013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-shall-return-xp.html' title='i shall return xP'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3628379756392422779</id><published>2008-12-08T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:49:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monsters inc.</title><content type='html'>Someone tore off the poster on my Twilight book. I don't know who you are but you really made me furious and raging with anger I swear. How dare you do that. I wanted to punch you right that moment, upon seeing the now torn page where the poster is before you did your crime.  What you did is something really irrational. You're gonna pay for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity yourself. Just for a poster...what a joke. You're unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the poster itself, what I hate is that, I lent him/her my personal property and to think that, that Twilight book is something I value, and what he/she did to it, instead of handling itwith care, is something hideous. This is much more than invading my personal property. &lt;strong&gt;Where's respect in there?&lt;/strong&gt;  How could such people exist. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If Edward says he is a monster, then I don't know what you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The enemy is using you to take me down. But I'm not gonna let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;"Loving God, Loving People" is getting hard huh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haii &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry guys that I blurted everyhing out here, I have no one to talk to as of the moment &lt;em&gt;kasi eh&lt;/em&gt; and I'm really filled with not-so-nice emotions right now. I need an outlet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kasi naman! 'Di na ako nirespeto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whoever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be able to sleep well tonight, and the following nights. But I guess that's quite not possible, for a clear conscience is a good pillow. A simple apology is appreciated and I promise not to tell anyone that you're the culprit. I'm not very good in spilling milks, I guarantee you. &lt;em&gt;Ayoko lang na mamuhay&lt;/em&gt; in suspicions.  But if you can't, honey that's your thing. &lt;em&gt;Ipagpapasa-Diyos ko na lang. haha.&lt;/em&gt; I'm just trying to lighten my mood, &lt;em&gt;baka masipa ko yung katabi ko dito&lt;/em&gt;. :)) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm better. See? Outlet&lt;em&gt; lang katapat.&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3628379756392422779?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3628379756392422779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3628379756392422779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3628379756392422779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3628379756392422779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/monsters-inc.html' title='monsters inc.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-666037485037282730</id><published>2008-12-03T08:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:54:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say no to love (?)</title><content type='html'>ihh. I want to change my playlist but I don't have the time. Arrggg. Time. Time. If I only have all the time in the world..I'll spend it with you. HAHA. Yun yun eh. Nakanaman! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major exams are killing me. I still haven't even scanned my notes, and the question is...do I have any note to scan? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o siya nawa.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless people. You need the Lord. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have the right love at the wrong time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;weshu?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-666037485037282730?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/666037485037282730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=666037485037282730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/666037485037282730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/666037485037282730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-no-to-love.html' title='say no to love (?)'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8412440082607470766</id><published>2008-12-02T10:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:27:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I remember telling you guys that I'm gonna fill you in next time. So as promised, I'm gonna post a bit longer today. :) yay people. Don't get bored. Bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;my sixteenth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;scene one: school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I got a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt; from Lei-lei, a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;very cute and heartwarming self-made photo album&lt;/span&gt; from Aiyh, which almost made my tears betray me again, and balloons too. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ost especially, a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;white rose&lt;/span&gt; from Angge. :) She said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Shem, sorry na. Happy Birthday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; And I hugged her right away, fighting the tears back. As the day went on, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;he wasn't talking to me, I thought we're gonna be like that for the rest of the school year. Boy, I was very wrong. During &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;our Values Ed. class, which is the last one we have during Fridays, she sat next to me and we c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;hatted like nothing really happened. It felt really good to be myself with her again. What I like most about Angge is that I could be myself with her the most. Don't get me wrong, but...I just can't seem to explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; Love ya girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*kisses and hugs and more kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Special people and the least expected ones&lt;/span&gt; greeted me. My crushes from the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; classmates way back from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; elementary days and freshmen year. My best birthd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ay ever. I felt really loved and special. Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Ker, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;mentary crush, sent me his greeting via SMS. I was able to read it just this morning. My mom woke me up and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mom: May nag-text sayo. Si Ker. Diba crush mo 'to dati? Uyyy. Happy Birthday daw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Ayeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;True enough, it was indeed him, which was a surprise. He sent me a really sweet message which made my mom really kilig. haha Talk about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I forgot to tell you I had a date. No, it's not with Chris Tiu because he's really having a pile of work with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:78%;" &gt;PABAYAAN NIYO NA AKO. BIRTHDAY KO NUNG FRIDAY. haha. EXTENDED BIRTHDAY. :)) LOL.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ANGEE asked me to be on a date with her, of course I said yes. She had a AnggeMCDO treat. Thank goodness I had spare money left. haha! We didn't have all the time we wanted because I'm still going to treat Young People pip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;s. But we still had a good chat. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tulad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ng dati. Walang nagbago. &lt;/span&gt;Not even a bit. Which made me really joyous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene two: church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang the usual "Happy Birthday" song for me. Here's the funny part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Young People : Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#cc0000;" &gt;na na na na..bla ba bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;While they were singing, Jonas stopped and blurted out: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Teka! Teka! Kanta ako ng kanta 'di ko naman alam sino pinagkakanta ko. Si Ate Shem ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nice one. It really made me laugh. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Talagang baliw. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Emely greeted me too, with a huge hug and a peck on the cheeks. Awww. I really love these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Last Sunday was a very memorable one. The Young People, Consolidation Team and the G12 team of our church were in Manila with a purpose of observing a church with 7,ooo (if I'm not mistaken) members. We were disappointed that we saw not their hea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;d pastor. To make it short, our purpose wasn't served. We strolled around MOA after long hours of waiting for the coaster's driver. He was very late, and we were very hungry. B&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ut at least, during the wait, a lot of memories added up.&lt;/span&gt; Very special memories I'll hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; dear to my heart. :) I bet you're guessing, especially you Chinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was a special day too. 3-St. Dominic batch 07-08 had a reunion. We had fun but not-so-great food. haha.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Pagkain talaga eh noh? &lt;/span&gt;They pushed me in the pool, as a result, I had a bruise on my right leg. Arrg. Another &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;piso.&lt;/span&gt; We took a lot of pictures. We weren't complete, we were actually just half the number of the original class. Still, we had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSyisiD-tI/AAAAAAAAALY/kCWbtNU1-0o/s1600-h/1_430507546l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037372697017042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSyisiD-tI/AAAAAAAAALY/kCWbtNU1-0o/s320/1_430507546l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSyipOJCfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/geDte-XV4Is/s1600-h/1_290156071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037371808156146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSyipOJCfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/geDte-XV4Is/s320/1_290156071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSzTKdvneI/AAAAAAAAALg/XrwOo1pVDG8/s1600-h/1_910279140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275038205365689826" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSzTKdvneI/AAAAAAAAALg/XrwOo1pVDG8/s320/1_910279140m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSzTRH5msI/AAAAAAAAALo/ktY7qHMPprs/s1600-h/1_960251083m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275038207153117890" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSzTRH5msI/AAAAAAAAALo/ktY7qHMPprs/s320/1_960251083m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched Twilight yet. I hate it that so many girls are being so crazy over it. Haiis.&lt;br /&gt;My Edward, again, dazzled them too much. He can get really &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pilyo&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; kasi &lt;/span&gt;eh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye guys. That's all for now.Thanks much to those people who greeted me personally and via the net. Love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile, just as always. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Are you aware I wasn't able to get a good night sleep last night because thoughts of you kept on chasing me even in my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;uita -- OA. haha. pabayaan na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8412440082607470766?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8412440082607470766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8412440082607470766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8412440082607470766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8412440082607470766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-remember-telling-you-guys-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/STSyisiD-tI/AAAAAAAAALY/kCWbtNU1-0o/s72-c/1_430507546l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4201070748692332587</id><published>2008-12-01T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:09:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;siyems shouts&lt;/span&gt; : SUPER SAARAAAP NG NAGBE-BERTDEEI. ( sana 28th nalang everyday. JOCS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. sabi co na eh... I've got a wonderful day ahead. But I didn't expect that it's gonna be beyond wonderful. Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fill you in next time. My time's up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA PEOPLE. a bunch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4201070748692332587?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4201070748692332587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4201070748692332587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4201070748692332587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4201070748692332587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelmed.html' title='OVERwhelmed'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5041241428437717296</id><published>2008-11-28T07:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:36:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! today's the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of November right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna blow 16 candles today! :) It's officially my 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of existence here on Earth. Yesterday felt like it was already my birthday. I was really up to my senses. People were like "&lt;em&gt;Shem ah, birthday mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bukas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gumaganyan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who knew that today's gonna be my big day flooded me with advance greetings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thankys&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela finally talked to me and I couldn't help but smile that moment. My dimples (yes I have them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xp&lt;/span&gt;) always betray me. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; show off when I'm hiding something, keeping a secret, guilty, or denying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Argg&lt;/span&gt;, they just won't cooperate, that's why I'm a bad liar--which is good. But I love them anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy these past few weeks--it's no lie, it's my birthday right? So I'm supposed to be a good girl, so I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; good gifts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT - I wasn't able to be one of the firsts who saw the movie. Up to now, I still haven't watched it. That's okay, I'll be having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;a good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; time watching it next week. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; why but I hate the phenomenon. I hate that so many girls are acting like real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Twi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hards&lt;/span&gt; when in fact they've known about Twilight just a week ago. Gosh. Is my Edward Cullen that dazzling? yea, I know, I know. Yes, I'm lucky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Don't hate me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH - Well I was blessed to be with the Pastor and leaders who attended the 2-day conference in San Fernando. It was really great. Again, God was beyond amazing. The speakers were really effective ones, they're very good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they were really anointed by God, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Cesar points out. The musicians (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;) were...ahmmm..good looking..I mean... they're good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. Oh okay, I'm crushing on their lead guitarist/pianist. He was really awesome and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; super talented. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;galeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He has the killer looks too. I bet I'm not the only girl in the crowd who sheepishly glances at him from &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to time. :)) But, I must say the Praise and Worship part was really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OVERWHELMING&lt;/span&gt;. Almost everybody was clapping their feet, I mean hands, and some were dancing and raising their hands up, praising the Lord with their lips and their might. We were really blessed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;God's great, isn't He?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL - Nothing much actually. Classes bore me a lot. My lack of interest in my studies alarms me. Ma'am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Gamboa's&lt;/span&gt; back, that's why I'm forced to listen in Physics class. I'm forced to have my lecture, forced to bring my book everyday, forced not to eat in class. *Sigh* Pressure=Force/Area. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Geeeesh&lt;/span&gt;, another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;insensible&lt;/span&gt; post. Hey, just let me be, it's my big day remember? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya people. :) I believe I'll be having a wonderful day ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;charooot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks :) Though I hate it that you weren't able to wait for a few more days na lang and wacth with me. haii nakuuu! Watch it again with us, would you? Thanks, ulet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nadinig ng langit ang wish mo. We're okay na. :) I love the book too, as much as you do. Go, Twi-Hards! haha. But, please be reminded that Edward Cullen is mine. Okay? I'm not selfish so I'm letting you have Jake all yours. Love ya. &lt;em&gt;*tsup tsup*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5041241428437717296?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5041241428437717296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5041241428437717296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5041241428437717296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5041241428437717296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/sixteen.html' title='sixteen :)'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3953520096218037972</id><published>2008-11-20T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:03:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better to be late than never</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahmm&lt;/span&gt;...two weeks of not updating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gaarrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my time's being eaten up by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's oh-so-too-late, but I still want gush about it- I have my Twilight copy already!!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OLRAYT&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; And I was able to finish it within a day and a half. No, I'm not bragging, I'm just making you aware how addict I already am. I want New Moon. And Eclipse. And Breaking Dawn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! I'm gonna read it again, slowly this time, not hurrying up just to finish it in a shorter period of time. I'm too excited to watch it on the big screen. I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chiniks&lt;/span&gt; could watch with us. Please? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are A LOT of stories to tell actually that I don't know which one to write about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of activities in school. My birthday's coming up, more school work and church obligations/ministries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in with more sensible stuffs (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;!) next time.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS pips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how dangerously lovely, I've fallen in love with an angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3953520096218037972?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3953520096218037972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3953520096218037972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3953520096218037972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3953520096218037972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/don.html' title='better to be late than never'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2102490166302235418</id><published>2008-11-08T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:49:26.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>into confusion</title><content type='html'>i'freakin busy...busy-busyhan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2102490166302235418?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2102490166302235418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2102490166302235418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2102490166302235418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2102490166302235418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/into-confusion.html' title='into confusion'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-942981886806821376</id><published>2008-11-04T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:09:45.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 days and 17 nights more  to count</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda pissed off with some people these past few days, not to say with my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;My posts keep crowding to the left, IDK why. And with the &lt;em&gt;'pissed-off-with-some-people'&lt;/em&gt; thing... I would rather keep that to myself. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the fact that Twilight's gonna be on the big screens coming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh Oh Oh. Could I use the oh-so-overused phrase, "I'm hyperventilating". OHHHkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt; is just so EC, right?&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be my thunder.&lt;/em&gt;&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/5999646027465072285-942981886806821376?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/942981886806821376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=942981886806821376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/942981886806821376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/942981886806821376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-days-and-7-nights-more-to-count.html' title='18 days and 17 nights more  to count'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3338298295971914895</id><published>2008-10-24T10:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:28:39.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="intro_title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="intro_title"&gt;In 2012 Will Nibiru Also Known as Planet X be Approaching Earth?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 116px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens1835823_Nibiru2.jpg" class="lensPhoto" alt=" " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           In the Mayan Calendar, it is predicted that the world will end on December 21, 2012. When viewing these videos, please keep in mind that I am not promoting the end of the world; although many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://christians-today.com/ministry/"&gt;Christians Today&lt;/a&gt;, including myself, believe that the end is not all that far off. I stumbled upon the subject of Nibiru a while back, and I find the views on this very interesting, to say the least. There have been many predictions and prophecies by the Mayans, Nostradamus, the Prophets of the Old Testament, the Disciples of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.jesusmysavior.info/"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt; and the scientists of today, that there is a new planet in our solar system. This planet, named &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://nibiruplanetx.com/"&gt; Nibiru&lt;/a&gt;, is also referred to the 12th Planet, the  Red Planet or Planet X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not sure what is going to happen, but I do know that anything is possible. However, I believe that there is still much work to do before the prophesies of the Bible come to pass. The Bible in Revelation 8:10-12 speaks of a star called Wormwood that will fall from the sky. Here is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 8:10-12 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water 11 the name of the  star is Wormwood. A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 The fourth angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars, so that a third of them turned dark. A third of the day was without light, and also a third of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may all be startled and confused about what are all these about.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of 'Nibiru', popularly known as 'Planet X'?&lt;br /&gt;It's been said that in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;12.21.12&lt;/span&gt; , it will collide  Earth, causing global destruction. I was quite shocked when Shiela filled me in with this stuff. I think that this might be true. You may say "Jerk! That's not."  Let me tell you this, chaos and other bad stuffs are meant to happen, read Revelation (if you don't know what Revelation is, it's the last book in the Bible). That is why it is ironic for a Christian to pray for world peace, because wars between nations, mass destructions and things of the same sort are signs that the Lord's second coming is getting nearer. I do not say that I entirely believe this, I'm just saying that there's really a great possibility. If that will be in 12.21.12, then that's four years from now...awwww, PLEASE! NOT YET. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M GONNA MARRY EC FIRST&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. But if it's God's will...so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="intro_title"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SQE5VQFtsMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nZzkqPzJ5xQ/s1600-h/nibiru2seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SQE5VQFtsMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nZzkqPzJ5xQ/s320/nibiru2seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260548877004419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Sumarians were well aware that our solar system was Heliocentric (sun-centered). Moreover they show 11 celestial bodies or planets.The above picture taken from a Sumerian cylinder seal clearly shows that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they not only knew the number of bodies in the solar system, but the relative size as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a twelfth body shown away from the solar system. This would be Nibiru&lt;/span&gt;. Naturally this seal has led to major controversy from both sides of the issue, though the old addage "A picture is worth a thousand words" applies quite well to this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jdn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Fellas, what's your side? What if Nibiru's not a joke or some made-up theory by some jerks who consider themselves 'geniuses'? Do you know where you're going? I mean...deep down or up where thousands of angels inhabit?  Don't laugh it off just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload some videos next time if I can afford to.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blog hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3338298295971914895?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3338298295971914895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3338298295971914895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3338298295971914895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3338298295971914895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/doomsday.html' title='doomsday'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SQE5VQFtsMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nZzkqPzJ5xQ/s72-c/nibiru2seal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-3484051853908183071</id><published>2008-10-23T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:54:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the future holds is a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS Nursing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AB Political Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AB Com Arts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Watdya&lt;/span&gt; think? Help me decide for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, AB Com Arts takes more weight than the others, and Nursing has the least, but back then when I was in my junior year in high school, when people ask me about what I would take in college, I'll answer 'Nursing' without any hint of doubt. My being careless and irresponsible were the reasons why I reconsidered taking up Nursing-I don't wanna kill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innocents&lt;/span&gt;. My plan is that after taking Nursing, I'll take up AB Com Arts or Journalism , since mom told me I wouldn't have to take the same subjects I will take in Nursing, like Eng 1, Math 1 and etc. She said that after taking Nursing, Journalism would &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PROBABLY&lt;/span&gt; be a two-year course only, since I've already had some subject areas. Could &lt;strong&gt;Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chiui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or some other &lt;strong&gt;college students&lt;/strong&gt; out there explain to me how will this work? Thanks.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't know if the I'm making the idea clear to you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have butterflies in my stomach at this very moment. We'll have a hands-on test in Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vitug's&lt;/span&gt; class (that's exactly 3o minutes from now) and it's not that easy as it seems to you.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it too late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened to 'second chances'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3484051853908183071?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3484051853908183071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3484051853908183071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3484051853908183071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3484051853908183071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-future-holds-is-secret.html' title='what the future holds is a secret'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7112304711591962710</id><published>2008-10-21T14:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:52:29.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 sleepless nights in line</title><content type='html'>oh yea oh yea oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;A month to go na lang TWILIGHT na. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme ask: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;/span&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want some jokes. I would very much appreciate if you send me some, or if you want, just post them in your blogs (and don't forget to let me know you've done me a favor). I need them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...then start making me laugh my head off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh please! thanks. love ya. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aerocharm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k14/xox0xo/aerocharm/signs/quotes/02/03.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7112304711591962710?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7112304711591962710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7112304711591962710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7112304711591962710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7112304711591962710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/29-sleepless-nights-in-line.html' title='29 sleepless nights in line'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7398294816074624260</id><published>2008-10-20T12:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:42:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshed.</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. here I go again. My blog is back to its "unworthy-to-read-state".&lt;br /&gt;I extend my sincere (or not so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;) apology to anyone (if there is) who reads my blog for not updating. It seems so that I am not that virtuoso in time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of activities in school are eating my time away. And my ministries are adding up. *Thank you LORD for cumulatively trusting me. They are growing too. :) Greater glory to HIM alone. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray He'll burn me up with even more passion for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians are often criticized, one wrong move and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shoosh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; wrecked, the good you've done are forgotten, what they remember is that teeny weeny wrong deed. When I say I'm a Christian, I'm not saying I'm perfect.That is why I'm nothing compared to my Savior. Why are people so judgmental? They reason out that we should be almost flawless since we claim to be children of God, His heirs. They've got it wrong, we stumble too. We have our own shares of imperfections, just like everybody else-Christians or not. That's why we need His help. I,too, have a pencil with an eraser. I am not being bitter, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ha ha. Loosen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said in my earlier post, there were times that I felt uncertain, unattached. Though I'm physically present, my heart was somewhere else. It went stone cold. My burden for the lost diminished. I no longer felt excited going to church, to His house. I stopped attending our Music Team practices, that went on for a month. I bet my piano's eating so much dust by this time. (Good thing it isn't like the guitar that when you fail to play it at frequent times, it goes off-tone.)The worse? I spent less and less time talking and listening to Him, until I had no time AT ALL. My mornings were far from what they used to be, devotions were taken for granted,until I had none at all. I nearly became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;backslider&lt;/span&gt; at heart. I really did feel lonesome. Being away from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Best friend&lt;/span&gt; did not make me happy, it was the other way around-no, make it much worse. I would like to think that the reasons why things turned out this way is that I felt that my testimony to my classmates and friends isn't that good, that they might be thinking that I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypocrite"&gt;"hypocritizing"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ( Go back to my intro. ) I thought that my efforts were all nothing but futile, for I can't even make someone ( in school ) believe that I am God-called. ( Irene is an exception I think. As to Chinky, it's a blur, right? And a few people pala! So, it's not "nobody" all in all. That's pretty fair.)&lt;/span&gt;I am to iron that out. I swear that from this day onwards, I'll leave the old me behind. I won't care if I am not a pleasure in people's eyes anymore, I'll make myself a God-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt; instead. I believe that's so much better.I'm willing to burn bridges if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's on your heart naturally comes out, it manifests, whether you want it to or not. I'll try to talk less, act more. I've got some straightening out to do, as the song goes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trashing out my "about me " nature, it's all about You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's all about You,&lt;br /&gt;it's all about You Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7398294816074624260?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7398294816074624260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7398294816074624260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7398294816074624260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7398294816074624260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/refreshed.html' title='refreshed.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1598043581772969650</id><published>2008-10-13T11:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:14:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the voice of truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I'm so overwhelmed by all these awards people are giving me. Big thank you's to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://serenadeofangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;zee&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://therandompinay.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate chiui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SPLLuPLycII/AAAAAAAAAI0/R0hkLV_OzJ8/s1600-h/butterflyawardjpgua3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SPLLuPLycII/AAAAAAAAAI0/R0hkLV_OzJ8/s320/butterflyawardjpgua3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256487710305185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to.&lt;br /&gt;Give a reason why you consider that person’s blog cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mycandyhearts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;chincoii&lt;/a&gt; - just because she's chinky. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://moonkek.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rouxies&lt;/a&gt; - for being the most honest frog in town. nyepot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://disposableheroine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;charoot&lt;/a&gt;- for updating her blog...once every two months? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://talakera.blogspot.com/"&gt;chesca&lt;/a&gt; - for patronizing our very own Tagalog dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://picturesnmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;dylan&lt;/a&gt;- my fellow Kapampangan. :) comusta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://riyomantic.blogspot.com/"&gt;riyo&lt;/a&gt;- she's heavensent! haha. im giving her the award to show my endless gratitude to her for giving me chris tiu's blog link.&lt;br /&gt;4 more? i think the list's enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to stories.&lt;br /&gt;We had an advance celebration of my youngest bro's birthday. Supposedly, we are to celebrate this Wednesday but our schedules wouldn't permit so we gave the "Family Day" a chance. Moymoy, the birthday boy (haha! what a rhyme), had his request of having his birthday lunch at Jollibee. I don't get it why kids so love Jollibee with the biggest butt ever? haha. I might get sued for this. He wanted some new toys so we strolled around the dutyfree shops. I bagged a huge blue pillow that looks like Blue's pawprint home. I suggested that before ending the day, we should pay Nayong Filipino a visit, they agreed. We took a lot of pictures, silly pictures. I'll post them next time. We really had a quality family time. Oh,the total bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share with you this song.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of you will like it for sure, but it's really inspiring - and encouraging I must add. It really suits me at the very moment. It tells me not to be afraid and just carry on to God's special calling to me. God bless everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ScQPwBrQRt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ScQPwBrQRt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/RJnWKCY/music/3hNOqgPj/casting_crowns_the_voice_of_truth/"&gt;THE VOICE OF TRUTH - Casting Crowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh what I would do to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind of faith it takes&lt;br /&gt;To climb out of this boat I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Onto the crashing waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To step out of my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;And He's holding out His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the waves are calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;And they laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br /&gt;The waves they keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again. "Boy, you'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "Do not be afraid!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "This is for My glory"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I would do to have&lt;br /&gt;The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant&lt;br /&gt;With just a sling and a stone&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors&lt;br /&gt;Shaking in their armor&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the giant's calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;And he laughs at me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br /&gt;The giant keeps on telling me&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again. "Boy you'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stone was just the right size&lt;br /&gt;To put the giant on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And the waves they don't seem so high&lt;br /&gt;From on top of them lookin' down&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;br /&gt;When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Singing over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1598043581772969650?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1598043581772969650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1598043581772969650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1598043581772969650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1598043581772969650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-overwhelmed-by-all-these-awards.html' title='He&apos;s the voice of truth'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SPLLuPLycII/AAAAAAAAAI0/R0hkLV_OzJ8/s72-c/butterflyawardjpgua3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-330455644765208285</id><published>2008-10-11T12:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:03:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOON</title><content type='html'>new twilight movie trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://serenadeofangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLCIK CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! NOVEMBER 21 is a date to remember. Only a  month to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to Zee. Hey! I must be paid for this. JK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;We are excited that we've been given the exclusive track list announcement for the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001ED7C58?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=stepheniemeye-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001ED7C58" onclick="target='_blank';"&gt;Twilight soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=stepheniemeye-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001ED7C58" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt; (in stores November 4th). We can also confirm that every song listed below will also be featured IN the Twilight movie. The soundtrack has exclusive songs written specifically for the movie from Paramore and Perry Ferrell. The Twilight soundtrack also features a song from Robert Pattinson—this is the first time Rob has recorded or released music. And, of course, no Twilight project would be complete without Muse.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Here is the official track listing:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muse — Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paramore — Decode&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Black Ghosts — Full Moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linkin Park — Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MuteMath — Spotlight (Twilight Mix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perry Farrell — Go All The Way (Into The Twilight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collective Soul — Tremble For My Beloved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paramore — I Caught Myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Foundation — Eyes On Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rob Pattinson — Never Think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine — Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carter Burwell — Bella's Lullaby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;- stepheniemeyer.com&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twilight fever is on! If you're not hooked yet, you don't know what you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eveything gets twisted up.&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-330455644765208285?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/330455644765208285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=330455644765208285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/330455644765208285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/330455644765208285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/soon.html' title='SOON'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2386928889227152982</id><published>2008-10-06T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:04:53.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pareng SARAO</title><content type='html'>goodbye to my &lt;em&gt;"pare",&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Boris Lansangan Mansala&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(who will be heading off to Spain in November)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss ya a lot dude. You'll always be our "SARAO". You may be wondering why I keep on calliong him "SARAO" - which is a jeepney manufacturer...&lt;em&gt;tama?&lt;/em&gt; A cute (?) and made-up-only story is behind it. I'll tell ya next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2386928889227152982?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2386928889227152982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2386928889227152982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2386928889227152982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2386928889227152982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/pareng-sarao.html' title='pareng SARAO'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6404404331155291092</id><published>2008-10-05T19:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:21:35.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue eagles vs. black vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; how I missed you oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I can now really say I'm pretty much addicted. :))&lt;br /&gt;Before I fill you in with what's new with me, allow me to thank&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHIUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first.  your prayers are very much appreciated.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week wasn't good at all. Friday night was the only time I felt human again. The reasons I cannot tell. Some personal, spiritual, and family problems. The enemy did really try his best to put me down. LOSER. LOSER. LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every thing's&lt;/span&gt; set right now, I've reconciled with mom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what will really freak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out :&lt;br /&gt;(Bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bravo! You've got it right. It's about Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kapuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mo, Jessica Soho&lt;/i&gt;? I did, because a segment was all about CHRIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pasabog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; # o1 :&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, may girlfriend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*faster heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;biglang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wooosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ouch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;it took me by surprise&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;He's taken. Uh Oh. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pasabog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; # o2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put up his own small business &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; canteen, selling chicken stuffs . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, read: &lt;b&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CHINKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;somethingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :))  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nag-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mamanok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that basketball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let's talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hotter, the hottest I mean. I claimed that I'll soon be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shem Camille L. Cullen&lt;/span&gt; in one of my earlier post right? One night, when I was really bored and not feeling sleepy at all ( because I slept half-day ), I tried to imagine what I would look like if I was a vampire. My imagination did not satisfy me, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;rummaged&lt;/span&gt; my mother's drawer and looked for an eyeliner. I put loose powder too, thick enough that made me look pale - like a vampire. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is this what you call desperate? Define please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I look like if I'm one of Edward's kind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/" title="pimp your myspace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_67fb6b51-6814-b664-c5d2-9b3aa3e5b3ff.gif" alt="pimp myspace with Gickr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't really do that."&lt;br /&gt;"Do what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dazzle people."&lt;br /&gt;"Do I dazzle you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Frequently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Edward! You dazzle me more than you should. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! You see, my "vampire look" appeared to be so funny to me. I was laughing my head off when I saw myself-with the thick eyeliner and pale skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I'll look like, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;I DO Edward. I DO ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SOi-wf_2dEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rqUqN1M2tMg/s1600-h/092120081749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SOi-wf_2dEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rqUqN1M2tMg/s320/092120081749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253658705759990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday chiniks, someone will tell you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I miss you every ticking of the clock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only you could hear me shout your name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars in the sky will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6404404331155291092?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6404404331155291092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6404404331155291092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6404404331155291092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6404404331155291092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-missed-you-oh-internet.html' title='blue eagles vs. black vampires'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SOi-wf_2dEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rqUqN1M2tMg/s72-c/092120081749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-5568397376541554025</id><published>2008-10-02T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:39:24.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted : mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pera&lt;/span&gt;. T_T&lt;br /&gt;People owe me a lot, but they don't wanna pay. I think I won't be able to buy that crocheted- whatever. And that huge huge bag from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monakiki&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;. T_T T_T T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit tired. Not busy but I can't use the computer as much as I want.&lt;br /&gt;Had a fight with my mom, again - for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;milllionth&lt;/span&gt; time. I guess we can never really work things out. We've been like this for years, since I was in elementary. That's why childhood memories aren't that good. Most of them, I would rather forget, but still my memory insists on keeping them. The thought of going home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; her makes me feel sick, makes me want to run away. But of course I try to lighten up, shake those thoughts away. Yes, mother-daughter relationships aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suppossed&lt;/span&gt; to be like this. AAAAAH!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've run out of things to say. Actually, there's a lot. A lot. Expressing them is what I don't know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5568397376541554025?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5568397376541554025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5568397376541554025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5568397376541554025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5568397376541554025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/wanted-mom.html' title='wanted : mom'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-801155501119011216</id><published>2008-09-30T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:56:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chao fan - part 2.</title><content type='html'>Last time I was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well today I was with Chelsea and Giselle.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chowking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Stories. Funny Stories. It was like a replay-slash-rewind of what happened last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, when I was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chiniks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I saw a blue crocheted sweater-with the hood and all. Yes! Crocheted. And it's blue.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; COOL. &lt;/span&gt;I am going to bag that home. Really will. And I've found a huge huge bag that will be very essential if running away from home will cross my mind. Half-kidding. I would buy that too, though I'm not very certain if I can still afford this one. The jacket costs 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( not sure) and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monakiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bag is worth 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or so? Even the saleslady herself does not know. How stupid. Hello? It's her job, her very purpose why she's there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed off with a complacent, overweening, feeler classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's the smartest among us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Genevivians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just because she came from a higher section. Duh. What the. She also made herself believe she's pretty. No, she's not. Her fantasies, not my business. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Argg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What made me almost say something not nice to her was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to do a film review about "Helen of Troy". Mine was very long for I took the assignment seriously, hoping to wow my teacher. Nah, just kidding. English, (Literature to be specific) has always been my forte. I may be very bad in Math, but I can say I have an edge over the others when it comes to Literature works. I may sound like I'm being too proud and bragging,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ipagmamalaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;maipagmamalaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;notsaying&lt;/span&gt; that I'm superb nor I am that good. Just not the average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she saw my work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She who should not be named : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Copy paste? *insert her sarcastic laugh here&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be pissed off? She's belittling me, thinking that it's impossible for me to do such work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Get lost you ....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;agrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The thought of Edward Cullen shakes all the odium away. O.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, he's mine. Someday, you would call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shem Camille L. Cullen "&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;BUWAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Beat that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;boii&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; it's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; i may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; i won't go home without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-801155501119011216?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/801155501119011216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=801155501119011216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/801155501119011216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/801155501119011216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/chao-fan-part-2.html' title='chao fan - part 2.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3624468043899020488</id><published>2008-09-27T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:42:16.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chao fan, chris tiu, coycoy and gossip girls :))</title><content type='html'>So tired. Had the final set of our mid-term exams. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinky&lt;/span&gt; bought 2 books. ( Chosen books are on sale in NBS until September 30. ) Ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chowking&lt;/span&gt;. Stories.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 identical pairs of  earrings&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I want a piercing too, like hers. :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kainggit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends my day. I've missed two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; of Music Team's practices. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;. I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm left with no choice. Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of compiling old (and new) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; pictures and put them in a scrapbook since it's my last year and I love preserving memories being the second reason. But the printing alone would cost me too much since I have more or less than 15o pictures that I want to have a hard copy of. Try computing. See? And the scrapbook itself! It will cost me much more. Or maybe I would just post the pictures on my bedroom wall and just add some thingies to make it look nice. Help me decide. Which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who goes for the scrapbook?&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom "photo wall"?&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Give me a show of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh twilight, how much more am I to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;atat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SN4amjUgcFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/T3EvldmIK4o/s1600-h/No_such_Thing_as____friends_by_alba88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SN4amjUgcFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/T3EvldmIK4o/s320/No_such_Thing_as____friends_by_alba88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250663465179181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;gossip girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3624468043899020488?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3624468043899020488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3624468043899020488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3624468043899020488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3624468043899020488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/chao-fan-chris-tiu-coycoy-and-gossip.html' title='chao fan, chris tiu, coycoy and gossip girls :))'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SN4amjUgcFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/T3EvldmIK4o/s72-c/No_such_Thing_as____friends_by_alba88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-2456980189171607443</id><published>2008-09-26T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:19:09.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait in line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a girl, tell her. Because she won't wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, take heed. That's awfully true. Do something before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;You might have regrets. Kayo din...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hala? Wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys wouldn't want to hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, I did wait but felt like I was just wasting my time waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyahe kasi eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diba?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2456980189171607443?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2456980189171607443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2456980189171607443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2456980189171607443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2456980189171607443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/wait-in-line.html' title='wait in line'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4273223006398292180</id><published>2008-09-25T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:59:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adolescence they say</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. After one long week of waiting. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;landi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;He'll be blowing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;birhtday&lt;/span&gt; cake on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, August 27. And I'm gonna pray for the guts, the guts to greet him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Here's my prepared script for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me :&lt;em&gt; shake hands ( which is a natural thing among Christians ) &lt;/em&gt;ADVANCE ! put a big grin here or rather a pa-cute one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next lines would depend on how he will be reacting. Knowing him, a shy timid guy by nature, would not response that much. A simple "Thank You" maybe, or a smile. Whichever goes well with me. :) Or if he's nice enough, I would very much appreciate a "Thank You" and a smile at the same time. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not flirting, I'm just being nice and friendly and thoughtful, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, a bit perhaps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dalaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; oh? Won't you let me be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4273223006398292180?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4273223006398292180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4273223006398292180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4273223006398292180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4273223006398292180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/adolescence-they-say.html' title='adolescence they say'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6967536129423777510</id><published>2008-09-22T18:38:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:13:11.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing at all</title><content type='html'>galeng galeng ko men!&lt;br /&gt;( alaska men )&lt;br /&gt;bakit kamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahulaan ko password ng computer namin ng walang kahirap-hirap. Two trials lang.&lt;br /&gt;:)) Kasi napapansin ko, kapag bagong bukas ang computer, umiilaw yung ano..the one on the upper right side that tells you na naka-capslock. ayun. haha! eh pag naka-capslock alam ko na nun na "GOD". bongga diba? Kaya nga ako tawa ng tawa kanina eh.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: hahahaha! kala niyo maiisahan niyo ako no? HINDE NO! ako pa? *evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudras: hoi! para kang baliw diyan. Sinong kausap mo?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a reservation for a Twilight copy already.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! They told  me I'm gonna have it probably next week until the first week of October.&lt;br /&gt;haii papa Edward. Malapit na tayong magkadaupang palad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na rin ako sa movie niya. Though most likely, next year pa ang showing date ng movie to make way for the MMFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a movie trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na. Ilang buwan na lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balang araw, magkakaroon din ako ng sarili kong Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;Diba Chiniks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Old Mr. Webster could never define&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;what's being said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;your heart and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNeV_1DMyGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/feNc9Nn7FU0/s1600-h/edited+love+mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNeV_1DMyGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/feNc9Nn7FU0/s320/edited+love+mug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248828814528399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-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/5999646027465072285-6967536129423777510?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6967536129423777510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6967536129423777510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6967536129423777510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6967536129423777510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/password-accepted.html' title='nothing at all'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNeV_1DMyGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/feNc9Nn7FU0/s72-c/edited+love+mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-3747701249460502310</id><published>2008-09-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:54:57.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNSIoXN74PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b5PX4nr3JhE/s1600-h/7283_7adfa16d7664f864fa997dd2a829a00b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNSIoXN74PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b5PX4nr3JhE/s320/7283_7adfa16d7664f864fa997dd2a829a00b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247969692802081010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      The Jonas Brothers sure know how to throw a party! According to &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b29852_jonas_brothers_play_field.html" title="E! Online"&gt;E! Online&lt;/a&gt;, the musical siblings rented out LA's Dodger Stadium on Thursday night from 10 p.m. to 12:30 a.m. to celebrate Nick's 16th birthday with some of their closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were spotted shopping at Big 5 Sporting Goods earlier in the week loading up on athletic gear for the event, which is a good thing since it's probably not exactly easy to run the bases in the tight skinny jeans the Jonas Brothers typically wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much do you think this birthday bash cost? According to reports, upwards of $30,000. Just renting the field alone starts at around $25 grand! And since the guys were playing at night, they needed to pay an extra $5,000 to have the stadium lights turned on. If they wanted to eat, food and drinks ran them $500, and if they wanted to pump their own music through the speakers that would have cost them another $500.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susial. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wanna go some place. Like Batangas or Tagaytay or Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;Tara lets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3747701249460502310?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3747701249460502310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3747701249460502310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3747701249460502310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3747701249460502310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-sweet-sixteenth-my-love_21.html' title='HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH my love'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SNSIoXN74PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b5PX4nr3JhE/s72-c/7283_7adfa16d7664f864fa997dd2a829a00b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-7358109054257476388</id><published>2008-09-20T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:29:00.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey jude</title><content type='html'>&gt;: | watta bad day!  haiiis. ampopot ng araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;    Naka-strike o1 na ako kay Sir Vitug.&lt;br /&gt;    And I haveto pay 3oo pesos for my OVERDUED books.&lt;br /&gt;   oh dude ! haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have five veerry long tests on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; - The Iliad characters (it's a loong list I tell you), Trojan war and the "Helen of Troy" film that we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; - Chapters 5-7 of El Fili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;- Chapter 5 (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mapeh&lt;/span&gt;- Chapter 1-7 . one-to-seven. yes. Health pa lang yan. pamatay diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;- Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really review my notes this time. I have to get rid of those unwanted super bad grades in my card. I wanna see a smile curving on my mom's face the moment she sees my card. ambaet daw oh? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW. new layout. sinipag. woooooh&lt;br /&gt;bagong buhay to the highest level eh noh?&lt;br /&gt;anooo.? bu...b....b.b....buuur....burg..burggg....burrrrggggg... huwat?&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS US ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7358109054257476388?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7358109054257476388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7358109054257476388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7358109054257476388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7358109054257476388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-jude_20.html' title='hey jude'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7588176692178218005</id><published>2008-09-15T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:55:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sloth baby sloth .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; ALL THE BEST ARE TAKEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- isang napakawalang-kwentang kasabihan&lt;br /&gt;  dahil ako ay &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SM5Mr5-dtBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R5RC3gPxv_s/s1600-h/Forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SM5Mr5-dtBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R5RC3gPxv_s/s320/Forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246214933114106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pasensya na at ako'y talagang inatake ng sobrang katamaran ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;at hindi na unlimited ang computer use ko unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;please don't  futher ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SM5M0lc9lgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JVirq1sunF8/s1600-h/Forgive_by_OnlyCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SM5M0lc9lgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JVirq1sunF8/s320/Forgive_by_OnlyCurious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246215082223703554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've self-healed. Ready to forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  wooohooo. THANK YOU po LORD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7588176692178218005?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7588176692178218005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7588176692178218005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7588176692178218005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7588176692178218005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/sloth-baby-sloth.html' title='sloth baby sloth .'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SM5Mr5-dtBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R5RC3gPxv_s/s72-c/Forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-3686549766901841485</id><published>2008-09-06T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:01:17.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"brethens, love your brothers..." --TELL ME HOW.</title><content type='html'>no bloggie, don't put that smirk on your face yet. I have not deserted you. I was just uhhh... busy and lazy, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MA. FRANCES a.k.a. "chincoii-slash-chinky" RONES::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPPPEEE BUTDEEEEEIIII!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (belated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with lots of love from all of us. :) we labb ya dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the belated greetings and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know I was unforgiving and rebellious ( like the Greek myths gods we are studying in ENG4 . hehe )&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I was really filled with anguish. Never did I imagine that I would be that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"asar"&lt;/span&gt; to a friend. This is a first time that I had the urge to pull a friend's hair because of hatred and evil things. Im sorry. But please give it time to heal. I'm not ready yet. I don't want to pretend that everything's O.K. already, because they still aren't. I have to let go of the hatred first and foremost. And I hate it more than anyone knows. It affects me, though it may show that it does not. It greatly affects my spiritual life, I promise. It's my current struggle and please pray for me. I keep sinning because of the hate in my heart which I, myself, can't get rid of. I don't know why but she really gets to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be peace on earth. Yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me do some self-healing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I am really sorry. I know I am hurting you, letting you be alone, with no one with you. I know I ought to be the one to look after you because we were placed in the same room each hour of the day. I am aware that I give you the eyes, I admit I do that intentionally and I can't help it even if sometimes, I want to stop doing it. Arggg. &gt; HATE HATE HATE &lt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3686549766901841485?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3686549766901841485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3686549766901841485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3686549766901841485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3686549766901841485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/brethens-love-your-brothers-tell-me-how.html' title='&quot;brethens, love your brothers...&quot; --TELL ME HOW.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8062731790952563305</id><published>2008-08-31T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:54:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Kills.</title><content type='html'>awww. Di na naman ako kasali sa Praise and Worship practice ngayon. Eh paano, may family affair sa mga Laresma. Happy Eighteenth ni Ate Kristel. And because I know na medyo sosyal mga relatives namin sa father's side, naka dress ako. Nakanaman! hahaha. Anong relevance eh no? Hahaha. Kayo na mag-isip. Relatives had the same comment - "Tumaba ka!" . okiee fine. Tanggap ko na, wag naman ulit-ulitin oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If we all say to each other’s faces what we say behind each other’s backs, society would be impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Honore de Balzac&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grabee! My grandmother's a real pain in the neck sometimes. She kept insulting visitors. Saying bad words and nasty things right to their faces. She's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom told her "hello" and "Kumusta ka naman lola?" to her, she responded ( in a really mocking tone) " Pangit mo! ". Hahahahha! Grabe. My tummy ached because of excessive laughter. My grandma ended their conversation with " Lumayas ka na dyan! Ayaw na kitang nakikita!". Please do take note that they have nothing, nothing at all, against each other. In other words, it's her natural self. She even said " Mukhang kalabaw to", referring to a fat visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: Ma, dito ka muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamita: Di pwede, kelangan kwentuhan ko si Lola Pacoy, baka kung anong sabihin ng lola mo sa bisita. Baka sabihan niya yung katabi niya na mukha siyang kalabaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughed real real hard &lt;/span&gt;Aroooo. Sige balik ka na dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa ang malupit! Kinalabit ng lola ko yung katabi niya, na sinasabi niyang mukha daw kalabaw. Natakot itong si mamita, baka kung anong masabi ng lola ko, so kinunwentuhan niya ng kinuwentuhan pero mapilit si lola dear, kalabit pa rin ng kalabit dun sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kalabaw lady"&lt;/span&gt; (pardon that). Tapos sabi daw ng lola ko dun sa bisita "Alam mo, ang ganda ganda mo. " NAKANAMAN! Kanina pa lang, sinasabi niyang mukha daw kalabaw. Aba't itong si lola, hindi lang mapangmata, mambobola rin pala? I told you she's impossible. She even regarded her son as "aso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lola dear: ayan! nakikita mo yang nasa banda dun? Anak ko yun. Aso yan. Dinamitan ko lang. Ngayon marunong nang magdamit mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my mom: aso?!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabee siya diba? When the debutant's visitors  told my grandma that they are already leaving, she told the "kalabaw lady"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't like you. Go out! Sige umalis ka na. Kanina ka pa dian eh. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, inglisera yang si lola. Haha. Halos naman sa mga Laresma eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbigyan na natin, matanda na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't call that a party. Super boriiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered a little help in the kitchen. Not because I'm a good girl nor I'm trying to impress aunts and uncles because you know, Christmas time is just round the corner and good girls get good bucks. Haha. It's just because I was uber bored that I even wanted to clean the dishes or do something in the kitchen. That's how bored I was. I acted very slowly because I didn't want the job to finish so I wouldn't be idle again because the boredom makes me wanna kill someone, maybe the debutant herself. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my lola. Baka mamaya masaksak yan o kung ano pa man dahil sinabihan niya ang kung sino na mukhang siyang elepante or daga or halimaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity my grandma please. At yung mga makakatanggap ng mga comments niyang di-kanais nais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8062731790952563305?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8062731790952563305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8062731790952563305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8062731790952563305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8062731790952563305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredom-kills.html' title='Boredom Kills.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-861968228964248943</id><published>2008-08-29T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:29:12.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG BANG ! BOOOOM.</title><content type='html'>After a long time of deciding whether to do it or not, I finally came up with a decision. Besides, life's about experimenting possibilities. I don't want to have &lt;em&gt;"what ifs"&lt;/em&gt; and regrets. I would like to "explore " while I'm still fresh (?) and undoubtly young. Notice the question mark. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala mo kung anong ginawa ko ano? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nagpalagay ng lumalawit-lawit na buhok sa harapan ng aking noo. Kung tawagin sa ingles ay &lt;strong&gt;"bangs".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakatagal kong pinagisipan itong ginawa kong ito. Maraming nagsabing "Oo. Ituloy mo." Ang ilan naman "Wag na. Maganda ka na. " buwahahahhaha. It is supposed to be a "side bangs" only, pero na pasobra ang ginupit kaya....so be it nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate kept singing "SHEM BANGS! SHEM BANGS! "&lt;br /&gt;I , like any other day, became the butt-of-jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Hindi tuloy ako nagpa-cheeseburger. buwahahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juk juk muna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ang sarap magnescafe kapag umuulan noh?&lt;br /&gt;-Kim Chiu&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;-Inday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-861968228964248943?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/861968228964248943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=861968228964248943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/861968228964248943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/861968228964248943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/bang-bang-boooom.html' title='BANG BANG ! BOOOOM.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4481373832420364807</id><published>2008-08-26T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:54:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAILING ON A BULLETIN BOARD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ayan&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inatake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;katamaran&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prokrastinasyon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt;.  ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wuteber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to update for a very very long period of time. gash. and BTW, did you miss me? ah huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to put all the blame on sloth/laziness/procrastination. The making of our church bulletin board and a lot of brainstorming meetings we had play a big role too.&lt;br /&gt;We were doing it all day yesterday and yet, we still aren't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our church pastor dropped by something and saw us doing the bulletin board ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; him: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nanu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;caiung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bangca&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; translation : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gagawa&lt;/span&gt; kayo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bangka&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why. They ( I'm not against the idea but I didn't agree either ) put 4 big and long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kawayan&lt;/span&gt; poles in each side. It looked like the board's border but it's actual purpose was to hold and/or support the board. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ayan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nagmukha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;siyang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bintana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;isang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nipa&lt;/span&gt; hut. It covered the entire half of the wall. Imagine how big it is. Bakit kaya di nalang binarena ano? Hayaan mo na't nag-enjoy sila sa paggawa ng mga kawayan na yun. Asaran to the max. Ako naman, tawa lang ng tawa. Di nila ako maasar eh. Takot sila. hehehhe . Because mosty likely, I'm the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ate"&lt;/span&gt; of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note: Bulletin Board &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;NCAE&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and I'm here sitting comfortably at home instead of being in school and listening to my teachers dictate us about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;what abouts&lt;/span&gt; and whereabouts of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;NCAE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;WAPAKS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;diba&lt;/span&gt;? I had a really really bad tummy this morning that's why I missed school today. Again, I'm gonna use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Bahala&lt;/span&gt; Na"&lt;/span&gt; system and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;reliable&lt;/span&gt; instinct as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang pamatay::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasukan na naman oh kay tulin ng araw. Pasukan na naman tila bakasyon kelan lang. ngayon ay pasukan dapat pasalamatan. Ngayon ay pasukan tayo ay mag awitan. Baon! Baon! Baon na naman muli! Tanging baon nating pinakamimithi! Baon! Baon! Baon na naman muli! Ang allowance naghahari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eto pa::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nila, ang tamad ko daw. Lagi na lang akong walang ginagawa. Kung alam lang nila! Mahirap gumawa ng wala! Di mo alam kung matatapos ka na o hindi pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4481373832420364807?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4481373832420364807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4481373832420364807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4481373832420364807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4481373832420364807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/sailing-on-bulletin-board.html' title='SAILING ON A BULLETIN BOARD?'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6505653611493985459</id><published>2008-08-20T06:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:19:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAG-ASA...ng mga tamad. xP</title><content type='html'>weeee! classes are suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love those PAG-ASA people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o siya. i'll just edit this pag may nangyari nang interesante this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta! this calls for a dvd marathon.! woooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. that's a no pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;periodicals bukas eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! what a bummer. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poverty of purpose is worse than poverty of purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6505653611493985459?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6505653611493985459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6505653611493985459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6505653611493985459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6505653611493985459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/pag-asang-mga-tamad-xp.html' title='PAG-ASA...ng mga tamad. xP'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5746596816564392083</id><published>2008-08-17T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:00:20.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOV3 . love . LOV3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(243, 101, 101);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;love is when you walk to the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(243, 101, 101);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt; side of the classroom to sharpen your p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(243, 101, 101);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;encil just to see him. And then you realize that your pencil is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(243, 101, 101);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;a ballpen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SKfob19w3uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/40wdTZCF2dw/s1600-h/Love____by_TheOne85Ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SKfob19w3uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/40wdTZCF2dw/s320/Love____by_TheOne85Ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235408656881737442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inlab ba ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o gutom lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5746596816564392083?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5746596816564392083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5746596816564392083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5746596816564392083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5746596816564392083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/3_17.html' title='LOV3 . love . LOV3'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SKfob19w3uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/40wdTZCF2dw/s72-c/Love____by_TheOne85Ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-6140682543565410336</id><published>2008-08-16T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:35:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRUNEScess Chraming</title><content type='html'>glad we're back to normal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are TWILIGHT series in the nearest bookstore already.&lt;br /&gt;yipee! you know what the downside is? Magkakapera ako sa October pa lang. wapaks. So bale non-sense din naman na meron nang copy ng Twilight.  I asked one of the salesladies if reserving for the twilight copy is possible, and that I'm going to pay and get it on October&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; palang&lt;/span&gt;, she said no. Reservations are for three-days only. Ngec. But I was relieved to hear her say that  there would be copies in October for sure because if ever all of the copies are sold, then they'll order again. Ba't di ko nga naman naiisip yun? The better question is-- may isip nga ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math time:&lt;br /&gt;I opened my bag to get my ballpen. I was shocked to see a bag of prunes instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah! di naalis ni mama etong prunes nya kahapon sa bag ko. Tikman ko nga."&lt;/span&gt; ( though I know how they taste like. haha) Problem was, my classmate saw me eating and so she asked what it is and showed her the bag of prunes. So syempre hingi siya. So syempre hingi din yung iba. So syempre naubos!! What my plan was just to take one because I know what was coming if ever maubos man yung bag ng prunes na yun, and all was ruined kasi nga nakita akong kumakain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto pa ang nakakatawa::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheila: nge! lasang bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: bakit? nakakain ka na pala ng bag? yak.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic diba? when you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lasang ipis"&lt;/span&gt;, bakit mo nasabing lasang ipis, ibig sabihin nakakain ka na? EEEEEEWW. Nasasabi mong ganun ang lasa without even being able to taste the actual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun. napagalitan talaga ako as in when my mom saw the bag--pruneless. :))&lt;br /&gt;I defended myself (becaesu she was saying that my "katakawan" is going overboard na raw). It told her that it wasn't me who ate all of those prunes, which is true naman. Kahit nga sinabi ko na lunch ko na yun, nanghingi pa rin ang mga PG. ( jocs lang ). Big deal sa nanay ko yun kasi parang gamot na rin nya yung mga yun, ( for being anemic ata?). Siya nga, iniisa-isa nya lang yung mga yun kasi nga 200 plus ata isang bag nun, tapos sa isang iglap inubos ng mga kaklase ko. kumusta naman yun? talaga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokosensyahin ko sila sa tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;to you "slut"::&lt;br /&gt;if you're planning to take away everything that's mine..&lt;br /&gt;good luck dear. GOOD LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6140682543565410336?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6140682543565410336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6140682543565410336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6140682543565410336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6140682543565410336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/prunescess-chraming.html' title='PRUNEScess Chraming'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6318889604708619392</id><published>2008-08-13T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:23:15.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a flirt, ALWAYS A FLIRT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a SLUT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you think I'm jealous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sorry honey but I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that makes you a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;act a little demure naman. you're looking like a total trying hard pa- innocent flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please stay at least 1o meters away from him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6318889604708619392?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6318889604708619392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6318889604708619392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6318889604708619392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6318889604708619392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-slut-if-you-think-im-jealous-sorry.html' title='once a flirt, ALWAYS A FLIRT.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-9206380903748689092</id><published>2008-08-11T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:07:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the OWSI.</title><content type='html'>it was originally in my earlier blog, but after pondering about this, I've come to realize this needs extra attention, as I stated before. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala mo kung anong serious matter no? Actually it can or can't be a serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my niece: may OC Disorder ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: anooo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: OC -- Obesessive-Compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oo nga. pano mo naman nasabi? uhhhmmm. parang. minsan. bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: halata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ???? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: bastat. di mo pa siguro alam na meron ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ewan. siguro nga. *napaisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I can't get over what she have told me. OC.&lt;br /&gt;OC nga ba ako? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I OC or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you, my blogger friends can't answer that since you don't get to be with me in the physical world. So I consider you as exemptions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just virtual friends here, so you can't tell right? Unless you have this Madam Auring&lt;br /&gt;super powers or crystal balls. If in case you do, no thanks. I don't buy such crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can put up an image that he wants to portray even if in reality, he's so far, miles far from that. That is why pretentious people so love the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPUL. Sige tamaan ka. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Maging sino ka man sa dulo ng walang hanggan iisa pa lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na yang sa FS na yan.&lt;br /&gt;nakooo. kaya nga, BLOGGING NA LANG. ! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I really, in any way, OC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes or no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galingan sa pagsagot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give away freebies sa may pinakamaganda at sensible na sasagot, kung meron man. Don't cha want a Mcdo treat? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. Kung wala edi ako nalang sasagot. eksididi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. trulalash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. eklabush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. eklabush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. trulalash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. trulalash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. trulalash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. eklabush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. trulalash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. eklabush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1o. eklabush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- batang bading nagsasagot ng true or false na quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-9206380903748689092?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/9206380903748689092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=9206380903748689092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/9206380903748689092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/9206380903748689092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/owsi.html' title='the OWSI.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3770589055345872136</id><published>2008-08-10T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:44:03.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTCHA !</title><content type='html'>ok . I was EMO. sorry for that. according to what &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ate Chiui wrote on her blog&lt;/span&gt;( note that I'm not paid for this LOL ), everyone is EMO.&lt;br /&gt;no, not the drastic type. Hindi naman yung tipong naglalaslas and all. It's part of being human...blame your emotions that are sometimes &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt; and I MUST say &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woaah! It was the first time ever, that I was able to finish one footlong. Dati pa-half-long half-long lang ako. Tas ngayon. woah. And di pa ko nakuntento. nag-devour pa 'ko ng isang leche flan. YUM YUM . I had ice cream too ! Talk about completely forgetting about diet. DA-YET. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sunday worship service, my mom, out of nowhere suggested that we pay some of our relatives a visit. I was hesistant to go because ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1.) I will just be doing a lot of sitting and answering the same question older people ask "Anong grade/year mo na?". Parati nalang ganun ang tanong. Why not " Hey, sina Luis at Angel na ba?" or "Are you in a diet? Pumapayat ka eh." or better yet "Nagpa-Belo ka ba?" I would be grateful to hear that. *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2.) I'd rather be in front of the computer all day long than sit, doing nothing except for listening to the elders exchanging stories not because you want to, but there's nothing else to do. And even if you don't intend to listen ( remember etiquette rules? ), you can't help it because their voices are so loud like they have these mics in their throats. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece ( who ages 20 years old I think? ) really entertained me the best way she can. Kasi naman, I was like a kid throwing tantrum because I was really bored na. In the first place, it was against my will to go there. My mom just insisted and left me with no choice. So I was blaming her, telling her that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;" Yan kasi, sabi ko ng wag na 'ko sasama. Ano naman gagawin ko dito? Maghapong tutunganga. "&lt;/span&gt; Grabbee. I sounded like I was scolding my mother. hahahaha. Inis na inis na 'ko talaga. And realtives know me. Kapag tahimik na 'ko, may nararamdaman na akong di kanais-nais sa aking katawan -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;inis&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi po jebs. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, what they had for lunch was sisig. WADA. ! I don't each sisig. I was really hungry and this is what's for lunch, something I don't even eat? I felt like crying already ( ang babaw no?) . My aunt, knowing that I don't eat such, told me that she'll be treating me anything I want. I agreed. Gutom na eh. So yun. Punta kami sa nearby resto. Upon seeing my order placed in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( She's the closest aunt to me, next to my Tita Pau. We were like cousins rather than aunt-niece ones. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: wow! ang haabaaa! di ko mauubos yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tita vicky: che! kaya mo yan. mauubos mo yan. sa taba mong yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: awts. sama. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few bites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: tita, pag naubos ko 'to, secret lang natin ah. Wag mo pagsasabi. Promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;she broke into a series of laughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: ah sige promise. Di ko pagsasabi. KUNG MAPIGILAN KO. pag di ko napigil na di sabihin, sorry na lang ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ayyyyeeeee! ang sama talaga. bahala ka ! walang spongebob apo mo ( which will be my godson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: ay hinde.! sige. hindi na. pag nasa amin na yung spongebob, dun ko na siguro di mapipigil. Sa reunion siguro dun ko sasabihin, pag nasa akin na yung mic at nakikinig silang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ?????!!!! .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I was really starving, I didn't care anymore. Bahala siya kung sabihin nya man.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to finish that one super footlong. YAK. Ang takaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and some stories, we went back to my niece's house, my nephew pulled a prank on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: Tita, gusto mo makakita ng pamatay ng buwaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (perplexed) Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: eto oh. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;* showed me his older brother's ID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: haha! sumbong kita sa kuya mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; *he left. then came back with something on his hand that he was hiding behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na talaga ang pamatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: * i thought he was going to show me his ID this time, but boy! was I fooled.&lt;br /&gt;oh ano na naman yan? patingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: bwaaaaaaahhhh! * tossed a FREAKIN' FREAKIN' FAKE SNAKE on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrieked. I really did. Like how flirty or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"pampam"&lt;/span&gt; girls do. It was a really loud shriek.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing hindi ko siya nasuntok or nasipa or did anything brutal to that freshman guy.&lt;br /&gt;The elders, who were chatting outside turned and all eyes were on me. As in all. First time in my whole life na gumawa ako ng eksena. Swear. And it was the first time too that I heard myself shriek like that. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dyahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At least napatunayan ko na babae pala ako. Na marunong pala akong &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;tumili&lt;/span&gt; if triggered.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the end yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and i'm saving it for tomorrow's post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it needs extra attention.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3770589055345872136?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3770589055345872136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3770589055345872136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3770589055345872136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3770589055345872136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/oc.html' title='GOTCHA !'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8374007970582509407</id><published>2008-08-09T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:41:15.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW I HATE TIME !</title><content type='html'>you're making me believe all the stupid feng-shui readings ( or whatever you call 'em)  that o8.o8.o8 is a predicament, a oh-so-unlucky-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this date was taken off the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe this day. for I lost a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. don't dare utter condolence or say words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still won't ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be.  just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't walk away like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might not carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8374007970582509407?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8374007970582509407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8374007970582509407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8374007970582509407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8374007970582509407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-hate-time_09.html' title='HOW I HATE TIME !'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8985654891784731884</id><published>2008-08-08T07:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:06:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does my handwriting says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuJndZqblI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wMBA-5r950g/s1600-h/q22_1094009417.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuJndZqblI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wMBA-5r950g/s320/q22_1094009417.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231926703121133138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somewhat moody, with highs and lows&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( super true )&lt;/span&gt; She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Shem Camille an ambivert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shem Camille is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( wahahaa. EMO? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shem Camille is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHMaNn60I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XPyFY-Dsrd4/s1600-h/q21_1094009295.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHMaNn60I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XPyFY-Dsrd4/s320/q21_1094009295.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231924039385606978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Shem Camille doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHbeeO_gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X_8g8q7gawk/s1600-h/q23_1094009548.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHbeeO_gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X_8g8q7gawk/s320/q23_1094009548.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231924298227056130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille is sensitive to criticism about her ideas and philosophies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She will sometimes worry what people will think if she tells them what she beli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eves in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; true na naman)&lt;/span&gt; This doesn't mean she won't talk, or that she feels ashamed. It merely means she is sensitive to what others think, regarding her beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHyD3aLWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BtZSfPsEfHg/s1600-h/q24_1094009778.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuHyD3aLWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BtZSfPsEfHg/s320/q24_1094009778.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231924686221880674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( whhhhhaaaaaaatt??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuIHTKXWII/AAAAAAAAAGw/sMuSRkubLhg/s1600-h/q26_1094010047.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuIHTKXWII/AAAAAAAAAGw/sMuSRkubLhg/s320/q26_1094010047.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231925051105171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; In reference to Shem Camille's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. When Shem Camille slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( procrastination has its benefits too :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuJnTslz_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_Ol20oqT4es/s1600-h/q27_1094010189.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuJnTslz_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_Ol20oqT4es/s320/q27_1094010189.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231926700516167666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille's true self-image is unreasonably low. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone once told Shem Camille that she wasn't a great and beautiful person, and she believed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( kaya magiingat kayo sa sinasabi sa kin...kasi pinaniniwalaan ko. uto-uto eh.) &lt;/span&gt; She doesn't have the internal confidence that frees her to take risks and chance failure. Shem Camille is capable of accomplishing much more than she is presently achieving. All this relates to her self-esteem. Shem Camille's self-concept is artificially low. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shem Camille will stay in a bad situation much too long... why? Because she is afraid that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f she makes a change, it might get worse.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She may tell you her dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s but she is living in today, with a fear of making a change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( haha! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuLDdWP7AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dsAeABtExsU/s1600-h/q31_1094010955.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuLDdWP7AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dsAeABtExsU/s320/q31_1094010955.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231928283654777858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. She will be a good story teller. She is sometimes called gullible by her friends. That only really means that she trusts too many people. Shem Camille has a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuLzpPLNdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DaQyzONJ5Ng/s1600-h/q32_1094011099.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuLzpPLNdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DaQyzONJ5Ng/s320/q32_1094011099.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231929111480055250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shem Camille has an unhealthy relationship to the past and has a fear of moving forward. The right side of the page represents the future and Shem Camille seems unwilling to face the fear of getting started living now and planning for the future. Shem Camille seems to be clinging to past events and spending lots of time thinking about what happened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would be best to leave the past behind and move on. Stop crowding that left margin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( niacs. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want your own handwriting analysis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joke muna:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use dedicate in a sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pag ginamitan mo yan ng glue for sure DEDICATE yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about continue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kahapon ang dami dami niyo bakit ngayon ang CONTINUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about opinion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Papasok ka sa pinto kung OPINION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh ang conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-syempre di ka naman makakapasok sa pinto CONCLUSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:)) laugh some more.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8985654891784731884?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8985654891784731884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8985654891784731884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8985654891784731884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8985654891784731884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-my-handwriting-says.html' title='what does my handwriting says?'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SJuJndZqblI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wMBA-5r950g/s72-c/q22_1094009417.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4580917219441214456</id><published>2008-08-07T07:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:13:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prince charming</title><content type='html'>I'll blog before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched TOP PICKS yesterday and I have a little something to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top 10 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CLASSIC PINOY EXPRESSIONS&lt;/span&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Bahala ka!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( bahala ka. oo BAAAHAALAA KAA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o9. Hanep ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( hanep naman oh, wala akong almusal?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Manigas ka! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( ano? sayo na si JEYGEE? manigas ka! ) :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. Ma at Pa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Ma, Pa ... penge baon? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. Charing! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( ang cute cute mo..super.. CHARING ! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. Apir ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( ay oo. sige.. tusukin natin sa bilbil si CHINCOII tutal walanghiya daw pwet ko..ganun nga. apir ! ) chincoii:: namimiss lang kita.. pis . lab . pis . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Naks naman! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( aiiii.... nag-toothbrush sya after 2 months...naks naman! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Kumusta naman ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( aii nakoooo. wala pa yung PA ko. Kumusta naman? ) hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Grabe ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(probably the most versatile pinoy expression ) GRABEEEE..ang gwapoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Susmaryosep ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( an expression, an ejaculation and a short prayer rolled into one. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeSUSMAriajoSEP. thus the word = susmaryosep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ape to man, this word has been through evolutions too::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hesusmariajosep&lt;br /&gt;susmariosep&lt;br /&gt;susmaria&lt;br /&gt;asus&lt;br /&gt;sus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some expressions like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WALANJO ! WALASTIK&lt;/span&gt; and many more didn't make it to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my overused expression in the list would have to be.... "KUMUSTA NAMAN?"&lt;br /&gt;check my earlier posts and you'll see. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. what's wrong with Deviantart?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hanggang tingin na lang ba ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa aking prince charming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4580917219441214456?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4580917219441214456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4580917219441214456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4580917219441214456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4580917219441214456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-blog-before-i-leave.html' title='prince charming'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-3283296893234309698</id><published>2008-08-06T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:33:51.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more lies. stupid lies.</title><content type='html'>nakoo.! halos 2 months na nga ako di nakatugtog sa church for God's glory, eto na naman at nagbabadyang di na naman ata ako makakatugtog sa Sunday. I supposed that after the UPCAT, I'll be able to practice with our church's Music Team na. Kasi naman, Ate Ann asked me to be the emcee for my niece's wedding. (Yes! I have a niece aging 23 years old. haha! ) woooooot! haha. emcee daw ako oh. nyaahaha. kontra ka? wag na. di ko rin naman tinangap offer. ( wow sosyalan! ) hahaha. ang tagal ko na nga di nakakapag-serve kay Lord weh. And besides, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't even pronounce "s"&lt;/span&gt;, gusto ata nilang nagsi-alis ang mga guests nila. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the first day of intrams.&lt;br /&gt;that's no big deal for me yes.&lt;br /&gt;(if you have read my earlier post, you know why)&lt;br /&gt;eh kaya lang! subalit. datapwat. ngunit. gayunpaman.&lt;br /&gt;marami akong dapat ipag-cheer ngayon eh.&lt;br /&gt;maraming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;papabol&lt;/span&gt; ang kailangang marinig ang aking "AZA AZA FIGHTING" para sila ay magkaroon ng enerhiyang makapagpapanalo sa kanila. wapaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihhh. what disappointed me today was not the fact that I was not allowed to go inside the campus. It was that, I made a big big big mistake. Nakakahiya kay Lord. And I really regret that I did that "thing". Pagkatapos kong gawin yun, nanlambot ako. I said "Sorry Lord" agad. Nakakakonsensya talaga eh. And never ever ko uulitin yun. EVER. I didn't steal or whatsoever you're thinking to that gravity ah. I lied to the guards. I said that Cham and I swapped IDs and blah blah. Ihh. Naiiyak ako talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOORRRY LORD. :(&lt;br /&gt;never again. promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-3283296893234309698?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3283296893234309698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=3283296893234309698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3283296893234309698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/3283296893234309698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-missed-first-day-of-intrams.html' title='no more lies. stupid lies.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1750467632988998796</id><published>2008-08-03T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:24:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;tapos na. tapos na! tapos na ang pasakit.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa UPCAT --pamatay kang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super NOSEBLEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pramis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun. Before we went to the testing place, we bought what supposed to be "brainy food"(is there such thing as that?). What we bought were marshmallows ( you know that I'm a marshmallow baby right? Don't you?), Trolli burgers, Kettle Korn, Polo candy, Hersheys somethingness instead of nuts, chocolates and whateverness. Pagkain ba naman yan ng magte-take ng kakilakilabot na UPCAT? We also bought Gatorade kasi nga diba dapat energy drink instead of taking in plain water. The best part of the day? Janeng and I got 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;TOBLERONE&lt;/span&gt;s from Chincooi and the Chocolate Factory. haha! Janell left ahead of us. Chincoii started making pilit (yak. taglish.) that I give her back the other &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOBLERONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she gave me. ABA! walang bawian diba? At wag ka! If I wouldn't give her back the chocs she gave me, I'll have to treat her a Chowking Halo-Halo daw. Saan ka pa sa babaeng yun. Peace Chincoii. Peace. Love. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;"Crushless". "UPCATless".&lt;br /&gt;nyahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag na kontra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yea! We'll be having our school intramurals next week.&lt;br /&gt;and it's the school extra-co that I like the least.&lt;br /&gt;You would probably conclude I am not sport-minded. You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"maybe you were right and i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless this is my final song...&lt;br /&gt;about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alden acosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1750467632988998796?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1750467632988998796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1750467632988998796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1750467632988998796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1750467632988998796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/waaaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7155667084860617979</id><published>2008-07-31T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:44:46.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i say it's over, it is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haii&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kaiinis&lt;/span&gt;.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bagal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bagal&lt;/span&gt; to the nth power &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JDN building&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; privilege sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero for the sake of updating...&lt;br /&gt;eto't pinatitiyagaan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy! Talagang napatunayan ko na sa aking sarili na ako ay di na nahuhumaling sa isang lalaking nagtatago sa pangalang "JEYGEE". ok . nosebleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opo. yun nga po. yun nga lang po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang ka-sense sense ang aking post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;pabayaan mo na. angal ka pa eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7155667084860617979?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7155667084860617979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7155667084860617979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7155667084860617979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7155667084860617979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-say-its-over-it-is-over.html' title='when i say it&apos;s over, it is over.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8304685976399856474</id><published>2008-07-30T17:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:13:10.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"poppies naman yun eh"</title><content type='html'>whaaaaat? di pala ako nakapagupdate kahapon.?&lt;br /&gt;iiiiih. haii naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what na ba?&lt;br /&gt;CSAT is over. yipees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'll share something that I hope to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was playing TEXT TWIST and we ( my mother and I) watched and somehow helped him "guess" words. I was really thinking hard what the longest word was but I really couldn't come out with a word that fits. As the game advanced, there was competition already. haha! Nagpapagalingan na kaming magtatatay. Unahan makakuha ng longest word. Five secs later,my father got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;pudras: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typed in &lt;/span&gt;"POPPIES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ano yun? anung "POPPIES"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudras: mga tuta. di mo lam yun? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*in a mayabang tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ba? syempre alam ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and before I even got the chance to say that "mga tuta" in english has a different spelling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudras: p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ppies yun hindi p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ppies. U yung sa tuta, O naman yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudras: ay oo nga noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: beh. hahaha. mga tuta pala ah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayan, ambaet diba? asarin daw ba ang nanay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudras: oo na! lam ko naman di nyo 'ko 'sing galing sa english eh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa! nako talagang si mudras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: check muna ang spelling ah, bago magmayabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o eto pa::&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, Angela, Chincooi and I were planning to change IKAMI into something french-sounding. Or medyo hirap kung bigkasin ang dating. Labo? I mean... like for example, ESPRIT is pronounced as es-pri not esprit, and NIKE as nay-ki. yun bang ganun ang dating. And if possible, the new name has the letters "u", "e", "x".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM conservation with charoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: read this.. chinks comment sa kin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: ui! nakaisip na ako ng bagong name ng ikami!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lam mo ung word na mafia? ung ibang spelling nun.."mafieux"/mafyo/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bale tinranslate ko lang ung "ikami" sa french..nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano agree na ba?  agree aq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: ME TOO.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: mafieux one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: the mafieux one i meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: mafyo sia peo mafieux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: mafieux nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: yassh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: mafyo...mejo jologs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: un na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem laresma: roux would agree too im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: adikk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: mafyo ung pronounciation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+.chelsea_x [MCRmy]: :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;kabilis talaga ng karma eh noh?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he" viewed my profile in FS! bongga! haha&lt;br /&gt;ngayon nya ako pinapansin...&lt;br /&gt;ngayon na hindi na 'ko nagpapapansin.&lt;br /&gt;hala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders why napakabilis naman ata akong nakaget-over sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;eh kasi naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wants a gay for a boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--chelsea luz denise de guzman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He's actually, technically speaking, not gay.&lt;br /&gt;But, ponder upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ang pumatol sa bakla ay isa ring bakla.&lt;br /&gt;       -- kuya Jas (if I'm not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, I'm asking you the question:&lt;br /&gt;agree or disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;IT'S JUST TOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8304685976399856474?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8304685976399856474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8304685976399856474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8304685976399856474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8304685976399856474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/poppies-naman-yun-eh.html' title='&quot;poppies naman yun eh&quot;'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7232952162493557846</id><published>2008-07-29T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:59:17.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited.</title><content type='html'>bakit ang tagal ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Full House 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;super namimiss ko na sina Rain at Song Hye-kyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan see it for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullhouse2.info/"&gt;linkie. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bakit ang ISWAK 2 (It Started With A kiss)  mapapanood na sa ating mga tellies?&lt;br /&gt;hangdaya. yes, Kapampangan nga ako. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSAT na bukas. So bale parang magagamit ko na rin yon as a reviewer for UPCAT sa sabado.&lt;br /&gt;Ayos! Nga lang, UPCAT is far much harder than CSAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't have Physics this week, wala pa ring teacher eh.&lt;br /&gt;2 months ata (not sure) kaming walang Physics. hellllooo? camusta ka naman Holy?&lt;br /&gt;wag na kaya ako magbayad ng tuition? tutal, I'm not learning what I should be learning naman.&lt;br /&gt;Biruin mo, vectors and scalars palang alam namin, 2 months na a ng klase?&lt;br /&gt;Same with Values Ed. Di bale, I don't care much naman if ever wala na kaming Values Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pahabol:: nagpagupit si JEYGEE, lalo tuloy nagmukhang malinis.&lt;br /&gt;hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortest post ever at super random ! nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oo nga pala, hindi nga pala tayo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7232952162493557846?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7232952162493557846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7232952162493557846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7232952162493557846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7232952162493557846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/excited.html' title='excited.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2295062226221226465</id><published>2008-07-28T08:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:00:42.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;what a uber cold and dull morning..&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos kong  ipagmayabang na daily updater na ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto nama't di ako nakapagpost noong sabado at linggo.&lt;br /&gt;aba't nangaasar talaga ano?&lt;br /&gt;tadhana nga naman. teaser. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang di tumawa magakaka-tigsa sa pwet. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so yesterday was CRAZY. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bago ko i-elaborate kung bakit ko nasabi iyon, pagtalunan muna natin ang isang bagay na ito na nakapagpapabagabag sa akin. (sige nga! sabihin nyo iyon 3 times . haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAS CHARMING KUNG MAG-SMILE ANG MGA SINGKIT-SLASH-CHINITO-SLASH-CHINITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree disagree?&lt;br /&gt;why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o siya, habang pinagtatalunan ng inyong brain cells ang sagot, these are why yesterday was crazy::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Stop: Church [crazy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was Sunday so we attended our Worship Service.&lt;br /&gt;And Pastor Fernan's sermon was like this:&lt;br /&gt;Samson was a NAZARITE--meaning he is righteous (supposed to be). There are some "rules" or "laws" he must abide with. But he wasn't able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pastor Fernan : Si  Samson  ay  dapat&lt;br /&gt;sana  ay  nazarite  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which  means  righteous )&lt;/span&gt;, ngunit  nilabag  niya  ang  ilang  utos  ng  Diyos.  Kaya  imbes  na  nazaRITE  si  Samson,&lt;br /&gt;nazaLEFT  na  siya  ngayon.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. tawa ako ng tawa. I looked over my left side and Kuya Cesar was laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;What made me laugh some more is when I realized we are the only ones laughing over our Pastor's joke. Ano yun, di nila gets? The better question is, tulog na ba sila? bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next stop: Review Center &amp;amp; National Bookstore [crazier]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Lois gave us something to solve. So everybody's heads were down, pretending they were concentrating and trying to come out with the right answer. When out of the blue, the sound system went:: (we were so shocked that you could see a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kunot&lt;/span&gt; in our foreheads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a girl's voice : I-bless niyo po si Daddy at si Mommy...(i forgot what was next because&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off already, and so my classmates too)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, Sir Lois' daughter was the culprit. She played something on the radio when her mom was not in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the review session, (which is my last one ;c), Camille and I went to SM Pampanga so I could check if the Twilight is available. I was a bit dizzy that time, tapos naghanap pa ako ng book. Ang sakit talaga ng mga mata ko nun, pero sige hanap pa rin ng Twilight. When I really couldn't find one, I searched not a Twilight copy anymore, but rather a saleslady so I could inquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ate, meron po kayong Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: Twilight? Ubos na. Da Hos nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ano po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: Da Hos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Dahos? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(anu daw? anung da hos? yung bang 'hose' na pandilig?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after 5 seconds or so, I realized she was referring to The Host written by Stephenie Meyer din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ah! The Host. (  I don't know how I managed not to laugh boisterously.) Thank you nalang po ate. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; pala yun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da hos&lt;/span&gt; sabi kaya niya. I am not discriminating ha. Sinasabi ko lang bakit crazy ang araw na ito. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Stop: my jeepney ride back home. [craziest]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beside a lady with a girl on her laps and on my other side, a not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman.&lt;br /&gt;Biglang, si mamang chauffer(susial), stepped on the gas inconsiderately with respect to his passengers. So we were like dominoes na natumba. hahaha! That alone is funny. Add this to the already hilarious scene :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ale beside me: Ay! *ump-ump* ng tatay mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I tried not to laugh because that may offend her so I turned to my left side only to find out the not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman was trying hard to control her laughter too. Nagkatinginan kami hanggang sa di na kinaya, ayun. The trip was almost over pero may struggle pa rin na wag tumawa. Super pani kaya! Even the old man beside the not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman was laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba? crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, God let my day be that crazy because it was the last day of my review. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate the fact that change is the only permanent thing in this world. I hate the fact that I have to say goodbye to everything and everyone. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to my question kanina, ano agree o disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Ano say mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Anong konek ng SONA sa aking post?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko rin.&lt;br /&gt;SONA ni PGMA ngayon diba?&lt;br /&gt;That would at least make sense.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2295062226221226465?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2295062226221226465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2295062226221226465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2295062226221226465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2295062226221226465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-uber-cold-and-dull-morning.html' title='SONA'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-8046082567313696990</id><published>2008-07-25T17:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:18.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight sunlight midnight dynamite. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImcgz0zxrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fbDMG5Ls_E4/s1600-h/twilightminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226880930021623474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImcgz0zxrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fbDMG5Ls_E4/s320/twilightminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImcgyekb8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ADtXhnESuqY/s1600-h/newmoonminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226880929659908034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImcgyekb8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ADtXhnESuqY/s320/newmoonminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImchEv2dzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A5qFW8u8qgk/s1600-h/eclipseminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226880934564230962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImchEv2dzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A5qFW8u8qgk/s320/eclipseminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226880936098375890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImchKdnqNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z4-OYz5n59I/s320/bdminicover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the TWILIGHT series more than anything else at this very point of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ice cream comes next.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twilight. twilight. twilight. twwiilliighhtt!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oh, I want the Midnight Sun too.&lt;br /&gt;heads up to Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;galing galing mo men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's that men?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alaska men. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you ever notice I update daily this week? &lt;u&gt;AS IN DAILY.&lt;/u&gt; wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you give me a round of applause for that? *waves and takes a bow* nyaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nako, I prefer blogging ten thousand hundred million times than Friendster-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YES to blogging and NO to friendster-ing na tayo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is soo funny. so freaking funny. LOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImaUEcrhAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4eLe5vjoVLw/s1600-h/Twilight__Halloween_Edition_by_Mikanami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226878512122266626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImaUEcrhAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4eLe5vjoVLw/s320/Twilight__Halloween_Edition_by_Mikanami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8046082567313696990?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8046082567313696990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8046082567313696990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8046082567313696990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8046082567313696990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/consistency.html' title='twilight sunlight midnight dynamite. :))'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SImcgz0zxrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fbDMG5Ls_E4/s72-c/twilightminicover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-2178017619974422696</id><published>2008-07-24T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:17:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ampi burdei mamita .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, July 24, is.. MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY.!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. I almost failed to greet her because I forgot this is her special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK  now sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shem's rendition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"amburdei mudras&lt;br /&gt;amburdei mudras&lt;br /&gt;amuburdei amburdei!&lt;br /&gt;amburdei mudras!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: (minutes before I left the house, pinaisip ni God sakin na today is July 24 so...)&lt;br /&gt;        ay! Ma, birthday mo pala ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;ma: sus, ansama.&lt;br /&gt;me: (gave her a hug) ambetdei.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. I didn't even bother to say thank you, or sorry or ILY. I don't have any gift or card for her either. haiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you a bunch Mom. It may not show, I may not be that expressive, it doesn't mean that I don't appreciate even the little things you are doing for me and my sibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naks. ALLOWANCE INCREASE!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some relatives are coming over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My help is needed in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Hindi ako magluluto. Ako po ay magiging isang dakilang serbidora lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiiittteerr, waaala na bang maooorder o waiittteerr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2178017619974422696?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2178017619974422696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2178017619974422696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2178017619974422696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2178017619974422696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/under-renovation-haha.html' title='ampi burdei mamita .'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1910743487937812231</id><published>2008-07-23T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:02:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realize. yes. you must. we must.</title><content type='html'>I had a few realizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YABANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PINOY&lt;/span&gt; bracelet. Sad thing it isn't available here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pampanga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. I am still so immature. I had another petty fight with Angela. It's not her fault, it's not mine. It's both. I tend to be really impatient and demanding oftentimes than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. I now know why I'm not "blooming" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; the fact that I am having a crush on someone.&lt;br /&gt;eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; :: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; may puppy love, eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt; may "puppy crush" din? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;, I&lt;br /&gt;consider myself in the "puppy crush" stage. And base on how I see things, it would not go any&lt;br /&gt;further...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ayaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;magsalita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tapos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;natin&lt;/span&gt;... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nyek&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. I need indeed ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;anu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;?) to change my layout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. But that would entail so so much work and stuffs. I dislike editing codes or whatsoever you call them. And that would be no sooner because I'm too lazy. YES, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; one of those self-imposed procrastinators out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. I should, really should, stop posting very random and irrelevant entries. It's pretty boring to read them. Shorter ones are better. You know that people, especially of my (or our) age, have short attention span right? Same thing with reading. But if I really have to post long ones, disregard that fact. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last realization::&lt;br /&gt;o6. I need to end this post already. It's getting kinda long. That's against realization no. o5. hihi. Hey wait! Why does it have to end with no. o6? Why not seven? ihhh. Seven pleases me in case you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may hurt me in the process but I should get used to not having you around...so I won't miss you that much. awww.&lt;/em&gt; kuha nyo nga ako ng passport papuntang GUAM. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke lang. kayo naman oh, si jeygee lang yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1910743487937812231?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1910743487937812231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1910743487937812231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1910743487937812231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1910743487937812231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/realize-yes-you-must-we-must.html' title='realize. yes. you must. we must.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1791058941893950315</id><published>2008-07-19T19:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:04:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sino si jeygee</title><content type='html'>ayun! nako. after ilang milyones na taon ako ay nakapagsulat na rin&lt;br /&gt;(sa wakas) ng entri sa aking blag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wapaks! ingles na nga lang! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new? marami-rami. (nako nako...taglish ah...tsk tsk. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off wtih JEYGEE. BTW, have I mentioned him already?&lt;br /&gt;let me check. ahhhh. not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's JEYGEE.? He is my new well uhmmm... ahhh..well...haha! basta. crush na nga lang. hihi. ( ang lande ng lola mo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to present him to you using this equation which I'd like to call "Shemangs' Concept No. 1 " why no. 1? because he certainly would not be my last crush. so there would be concept No. 2 and no. 3 and so on. ( so my point is? LOL )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the equation:: (I'm pretending to love Math , at least I'm trying! )&lt;br /&gt;JEYGEE = JG when JG = his initials.&lt;br /&gt;o cia, mabuwang kayo kakaisip sino yan. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's almost perfect I tell you. He's a real gentleman. He's timid which is unusual for guys. He respects girls. He isn't the "tamad-type-who-does-not-even-skim-his-notes-if-he-ever-has" type. He takes down notes, (dinaig pa ako!) and cares enough to review before a test. He really is a boyfriend material. niaks. If you wonder if he's a player, no he isn't I guarantee you. Sad thing is, he'll be leaving in September. Guam bound.&lt;br /&gt;awww. I'll miss him. He sits next to me in English class that's why I got a little close to him. Lucky me! I can say I'm the closest girl to him next to Maureen. He's close with Clau, Cham, Eulayne and Lhiz too. But not as much as he is to me. nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nako. expired este inspired na naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! BAKIT DI AKO BLOOMING? haha. sabagay, di naman ako bulaklak para mag-bloom. yung di tumawa dyan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update about the UPCAT::&lt;br /&gt;I got my permit already. And I don't think I can pass it. It's not that I'm such a pessimist. I have very low scores in review tests. But not in English. yun lang maipagmamayabang ko. Di bale, God will help me. I'm scheduled to take the test on August o2-12:30 pm. What a relief that I have the same schedule with Chinks. I just don't know if Janell has the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah. There is this girl which I don't like that much. No, make that I really don't like her. She thinks she is so beautiful and smart and is a princess and so she acts like one. She feels really confident of herself. A lot of other girls from my class hates her as well. And mind you, some boys too. Let's just call her " feelinger BALAGis BURALis ". ( gelaii if you are reading this, i know you're currently laughing your head off. dahan dahan jo. ) Oooops. I'm getting mean na. ihhh. She deserves that title anyway. There are times that I just want to punch her in the face, and tell her "Wake up, you're not really pretty, you're not that pretty, you're not pretty, NOT AT ALL! ". Inis talaga ako with people like her. Fly to the moon or to Asteriod B612 perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;Chelat.Haii! ang presyon ko. wooh. inhale. exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your existence alone completes my day, draws a smile in my face and brings inner happiness in me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pano pag wala ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1791058941893950315?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1791058941893950315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1791058941893950315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1791058941893950315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1791058941893950315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayun-nako.html' title='sino si jeygee'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-7641447782428237647</id><published>2008-07-10T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:23:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh kasi nga..busy.</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;there are times when I just wanna sit in front of the computer and type in words, stories about my new crush, how I hate the fact that we have to do a thesis for Filipino, how crazy I acted when I saw "him" and things like that. It's been a habit of mine and now that I can't do it as much as I want to, it just makes me unhappy. naks. blogging ah, matats ca. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihhhh. i hate that I can't sit in front of the computer as often as I did last summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy these days. With the UPCAT, thesis and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ihhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7641447782428237647?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7641447782428237647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7641447782428237647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7641447782428237647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7641447782428237647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/eh-kasi-ngabusy.html' title='eh kasi nga..busy.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2381645783486089170</id><published>2008-06-23T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. was busy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wouldn't be able to write some new entries for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY BUSY. I don't remember I was this busy before. Blame that UPCAT. I am enrolled in a review school to help me pass the admission test I'm dreading . I have class every saturdays from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm. And every sundays too, 1:00-5:oo pm. Take note-- the center is an hour and a half ride from my house. Argg. I feel pressured. They gave us hand-outs and the moment I tried answering some of the questions, my mind went blank. I felt like I'm an idiot. I felt bad. My "classmates" can get along with the lessons and I can't. I really did feel stupid. :c I wanted to cry and drop-out from the class, but I must get on. I must because I want to. My hope depends solely on Jesus now. I know He can do miracles. HAHA!! c:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Phil 4:13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SF8xSAHqiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zko5hfI1YYg/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SF8xSAHqiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zko5hfI1YYg/s320/Jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214941078857877762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so help me GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Oh..I know you'll be missing me. (Here I go again.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love lots,&lt;br /&gt;shemang . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2381645783486089170?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2381645783486089170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2381645783486089170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2381645783486089170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2381645783486089170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SF8xSAHqiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zko5hfI1YYg/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4592380078886063642</id><published>2008-06-14T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:16:14.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTO MAYA.</title><content type='html'>Dahil ako ay sadyang ipinanganak na isang gaya-gaya, gagawin ko rin kung ano ang ginawa ng aking butihing kaibigan na si Chincooi. :))  Ako ay magsusulat ng purong Tagalog lamang, at hindi ako kagalingan sa pagsulat sa wikang sariling akin. Masasabi kong mas magaling ako sa Ingles kesa sa Tagalog. Isa itong kahihiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, kami ay nagdiwang ng Araw Ng Kalayaan. Oo, ika-12 ng Hunyo ang Araw ng Kalayaan, ngunit ang aming alkalde ay idineklara na walang pasok sa buong lungsod ng Angeles. Mabuhay ka aming alkalde sa ginawa mong iyon. Marahil kapag ako'y nasa hustong gulang na ay iboboto kita. And labis kong ikinagulat sa programang iyon ay ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagpapasabog&lt;/span&gt; ni Ica. May naitatago palang kakayahan sa pagawit ang babaeng iyon. Sa una ay wala siya sa tono ngunit nakuha niyang makabawi noong siya ay nasa koro na. Habang siya ay kumakanta, naiisip ko kung pano tuksuhin si Castro at siya naman ay kinikilig. Hay buhay. patola. kamatsiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking mga kaklase sa taong ito ay masasabi kong matino kumpara sa mga kaklase ko noong ako ay nasa ika-3 taon ko sa sekundarya. (napakatagalog ako ay nagnonosblid na) Swerte na rin ako kahit papano dahil sa bukod na kaklase ko na si Angela at sina Clau ay matitino pa ang mga kaklase ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang linggo pa lamang ay tadtad na ang aking katawan. Paano pa kaya sa panahong ako ay magaaral na para sa UPCAT. Isa na akong kawawang nilalang noon. Ganito pala ang magtapos sa sekundarya, pasakit. (at ganito pala ang magnosblid sa Tagalog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y magpapaalam na. Salamat  naman at kahit hindi ganun kagandahan ang aking Tagalog ay nakatapos naman ako kahit papano. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAHABOL::&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay magiging masyadong abala na kaya't ako'y hindi na makakapagsulat ng mas madalas.&lt;br /&gt;(At marahil ay hindi ko na uulitin ang magsulat sa Tagalog gaya nito. Napakahirap. Nosblid talaga.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4592380078886063642?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4592380078886063642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4592380078886063642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4592380078886063642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4592380078886063642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/puto-maya.html' title='PUTO MAYA.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6666725485376412940</id><published>2008-06-09T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:09:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;co! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ambaet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ngayon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pinayagan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gumamit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked permission last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; if I could use the computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. I felt my mother is in a good mood so I took the chance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me:: Ma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pwede&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gumamit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:: Hindi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hangga&lt;/span&gt; next week pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;parusa&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;diba&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;talga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kasalanan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; bang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nagpaalam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Kasalanan&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Dapat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nagtanong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ihh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Tska&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;matuto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; virtue of patience (may pa patience patience pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;mader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;me:: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shut my mouth.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ayun&lt;/span&gt;. unsuccessful attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Stayed all day at home. Besides, where else could I stay in?&lt;br /&gt;And I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; bored that I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;re watched&lt;/span&gt; movies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Woke up real early because our Youth group had Street Sweeping at 7:00 am. Yes, we were good young citizens for once. This is to prepare our barrio for the next day's Medical Mission sponsored by our church. Our pastor went around the barrio holding a megaphone announcing about the medical mission. Everything was normal, it was just a typical day, except for the fact that I was actually sweeping, everyone knows how lazy I am. So here's the "special part" of the day...while I was sweeping, I saw my crush, ah no...make that "one of my crushes" in his bicycle. He's supposed to be sweeping with us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Tamad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;pwe&lt;/span&gt;. Minus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Pogi&lt;/span&gt; Points. I acted a little funny when I saw him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Napatalikod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't realize I was talking to myself. That time I was like "What to do? What to do?". In short, I panicked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;abno&lt;/span&gt;. I'm always like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; whenever I see "one of my crushes". Chinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;alala&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;nung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt; papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;ketsap&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Nung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;nakita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;sya&lt;/span&gt;, my mouth went wide open and I almost shrieked? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Kahiya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having Sunday Service at our church, we had it in the barrio's basketball court so people would hear our Pastor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Fernan's&lt;/span&gt; sermon. And instead of a 2 hours service, it was just an hour. We only sang 2 Praise and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Worship&lt;/span&gt; songs, unlike on a normal Sunday where we sing 6 songs. So that means I didn't play second keyboard. I was part of the Registration &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Nabingi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;bingi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;?!! &lt;/span&gt;There was a lady whom I thought she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Quizon&lt;/span&gt;, eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Sison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;. And the worse one was that I heard the lady saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Latividad&lt;/span&gt;, but it was Natividad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to disappear right then. 500 people we're registered. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;. Soon enough, the doctors came and so the crowd too. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hot. Para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;kang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;nakatutok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;kalan&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was tired. We attended the Chalk Dust N' Music concert of our mother church by 6 pm. It was pretty good. The best part I think was when our head pastor drew in a i-cant-understand-what thing while some were singing. That's why it's called&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Chalk Dust N' Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after all. He has real talent! And when they turned out the lights, the drawings had neon colors in it. Hard to explain because I don't know how it works in the first place. We had dinner after the concert. The worst part of the day? I had a huge bloodstain on my pants.I was covering it almost all day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;Dyahe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Pwe&lt;/span&gt;. The best part? I had ice cream thrice. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our first day of classes. I can't imagine what it'll be like. But I hope it'll something good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6666725485376412940?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6666725485376412940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6666725485376412940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6666725485376412940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6666725485376412940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='back.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-864123502890696182</id><published>2008-06-05T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:27:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakasion grande</title><content type='html'>naco. my blog will be taking a "bakasion grande". I'm grounded for a week because I used the computer without permission...and it's obviously my punishment for doing that. I didn't mean to, I thought my sibs got permission na, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh hindi pa pala&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be away for some time...but don't miss me too much. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at.. nga pala! bakit kayo kumokontra sa sinabi kong best asset ko ang dimples ko? Bakit naman kasi alam nyo pa sakin? hahaha. anong gusto nyo, pwet ko? &lt;/span&gt;Chinky, stop laughing. And you too Roux. I know you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My Sassy Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Who wants to go to the movies with me? Ok guys hands down. hahahahahha. loka loka na ambisyosa pa. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-864123502890696182?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/864123502890696182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=864123502890696182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/864123502890696182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/864123502890696182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/bakasion-grande.html' title='bakasion grande'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2167279543239572390</id><published>2008-06-04T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:58:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tagged. at last? haha</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;yay! Thanks much ate Chiui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* at the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My name, SHEM, is taken from the Bible. Shem is Noah's eldest son. Yes, Shem belongs to the male group but it sounds like a girl's name so my mom insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;   haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love Paris even when I've never been there. I love guitars even when I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   actually play. haha. I love photography even when I do not have an art for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I loathe Math. I loathed Ma'am Guchie back then when I was a sophomore. hihi. alam na nila to eh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; People always think I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;masungit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mataray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. And when you ask them why? They all have the same answer. Blame my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My father and I talk once or twice a week lang and we're under the same roof. It's not that there is something between us. It's just that we're not close. But we do talk, not so often nga lang. I hold no grudges against him . We are OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I think my best asset is my dimples. *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I am definitely an animal lover. I once considered taking up Veterinary Medicine but mom said no. awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love sweets, ice creams, chocolates, you name it! But I am diabetic. And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   diagnosed myself of having Seasonal Affective Disorder Syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aba, dinoktor ko sarili ko. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I loooooove &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicholas Jerry Jonas&lt;/span&gt;. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. I tag (who else?) you Chinky and Roux. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2167279543239572390?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2167279543239572390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2167279543239572390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2167279543239572390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2167279543239572390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-tagged-at-last-haha.html' title='i&apos;m tagged. at last? haha'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6329588052144701995</id><published>2008-06-04T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:21:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>st. genevieve. uuh.</title><content type='html'>I've been away for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been busy and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my schedule and I belong to St. Genevieve.&lt;br /&gt;Roux, since I know you'll be reading this, let me explain a  bit. They changed the sections and it was really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;halo halo na&lt;/span&gt;. What I mean is, when you don't belong to the homogenous sections (JOHN, MATTHEW and LUKE), even if you have higher average than the rest of the aliens (hehe) you'll still be in lower sections and those with lower averages than you are in higher sections. It's just so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chincooii and Janell - St. Margarette ( tama?) and may "bonus feature" pa. kaklase nila si Renz Pangan. If you don't remember--Gela's ex.&lt;br /&gt;Mami- I dunno. :|&lt;br /&gt;same goes with stepani.&lt;br /&gt;Lea- St. Bernadette ( wawa nga sya eh, la siya kasama. :C and she was really upset that you can see in her face that she wanted to cry na.)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Angela- St. Genevieve. yay. at least! What I didn't like is that Sheldawn will be in our class too. eeeeeh. Di bale, love your enemies nga diba?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea- St. Martha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiss. Should I be excited or what? And I hate that Chinky's schedule is really ahhmmm. what's the term..? I mean, because of her schedule, we can hardly meet. She has minor subjects in the morning and major ones in the aftie. So I say, the word is "complicated"? haha. tama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my guitar lessons yesterday. Thank you MADAM CHINKY. :] Pinalayas pa kami ng guard sa Jenra Mall, yung sa Movie Theaters. Di daw "tambayan" yun. haha. So sa SM Clark nalang kami nagturuan. Sa may fountain side.&lt;br /&gt;We started with basics. And I found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; and especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; really hard. Because my fingers can't reach the, what do you call that? the one which requires you to press your finger against all the ahhh. well. I forgot what it's called. I'm dead meat pag nabasa ni chincooi to. haha. Ah bastat. And the strumming too! But at least I learned the basics and I got to play a bit of Unwell (haha), a bit of High (haha again) and Bubbly (well I got the song na, three chords lang naman ba di ko pa makukuha? haha) and Passenger's Seat and Hawak Kamay and Hiling ba yun Chinks? Andame! ehehe. may secret kami dyan sa Hawak Kamay, Passenger's Seat at Hiling. hahahahahhaha! Diba mam? I wish that even without practice, because I don't own a guitar YET, I wouldn't forget what she taught me. :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6329588052144701995?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6329588052144701995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6329588052144701995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6329588052144701995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6329588052144701995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-away-for-while-now.html' title='st. genevieve. uuh.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6677578972472842556</id><published>2008-06-02T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:21:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement takes me.</title><content type='html'>heye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:  #b3e743;"&gt;buuuuuukas na ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;guitar lessons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b3e743 ;"&gt;ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[details next time. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6677578972472842556?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6677578972472842556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6677578972472842556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6677578972472842556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6677578972472842556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/06/heye.html' title='excitement takes me.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-6231936488770329354</id><published>2008-05-31T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB again.</title><content type='html'>I only have a few minutes to update today.&lt;br /&gt;aiiyt. this post will be about the Jonas Brothers, again. aweee.&lt;br /&gt;roux palaca pahiram ::: "adikted". haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia #1::&lt;br /&gt;so Nick has diabetes pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. poor Nick, at the age of 14?! And do you remember (especially you Chinky ) what I told you about me supposedly having Diabetes? Do you? Well if you don't, I'll make you remember. My mom suspects I have diabetes. Because (1) my wounds take a long long time to heal. I don't fully understand what she says, like, "mataas kasi and sugar sa dugo mo". Until now, my wounds still aren't healed and it has been 2 weeks. I'm not exaggerating. My sis told me that she read a book and it says, there is such thing as "pre-diabetes". It's a stage before stage 1. OK enough for that. (2) I love sweets. Do I need to elaborate this more? (3) It runs in our blood. Awww. My Lola Virginia, who is so so close to me, died because she had Diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Nick, we're  meant to be. We'll be sugarbabies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yuck. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia #2::&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is just exactly 72 days older than me. :D&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom to do the computation. You know how much I hate Math. (diba no Mam Guchie??).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:: ma, compute mo nga. Kunwari ikaw pinanganak ka ng September 16(Nick's bday) at ako November 28, ilan tanda mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;started counting months and days and in the middle of her computation&lt;/span&gt;... Bakit ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:: bastat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( put a suspicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grin here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:: ba teka na-bopols ata ako? abot mo nga ako ng ballpen at papel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in Pampango dialect)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me:: haha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia #3::&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be his first kiss anymore. Yeah, Miley Cyrus is the name. I don't wanna post any rival's photo here. She ain't that pretty anyway. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia #4::&lt;br /&gt;He has 12 guitars, and he plays the piano part in "When you look me in the eyes". And I guess their other songs with piano parts as well. He rocks the drums too. woah.! I wonder what genre of music he is into...because if it's acoustic...I'll fly to New Jersey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia #5::&lt;br /&gt;He was a solo artist first before joining his brothers' band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SEDbmih5PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vHiM05zp3nI/s1600-h/NicholasJonasJoyToTheWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SEDbmih5PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vHiM05zp3nI/s320/NicholasJonasJoyToTheWorld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402624390774418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SEDbmSh5PoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nGfanzFPDCQ/s1600-h/NicholasJonasDearGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SEDbmSh5PoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nGfanzFPDCQ/s320/NicholasJonasDearGod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206402620095807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bata pa lang, he has the making of a cute rockstar na. uahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; And Chinky, since you said Joe is cuter than my Nico..this one's for you. (Though I hate the fact that you didn't agree with Nick being the cutest. )&lt;br /&gt;xD xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joe, why do you wear a ring on your ring finger on your left hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's a purity ring. A promise to myself and God to stay pure until marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owwwww.. haha . nice pick chinks. pero..loyal ka kay Kean diba? hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6231936488770329354?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6231936488770329354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6231936488770329354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6231936488770329354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6231936488770329354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/jb-again.html' title='JB again.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SEDbmih5PpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vHiM05zp3nI/s72-c/NicholasJonasJoyToTheWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-1168247949842672038</id><published>2008-05-30T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:21.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh NICKIE you're so fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-dQyh5PfI/AAAAAAAAADo/gQ7JY5AWXN0/s1600-h/1108952203_02d8c976ee_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-dQyh5PfI/AAAAAAAAADo/gQ7JY5AWXN0/s320/1108952203_02d8c976ee_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206052606030986738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Nicholas Jerry Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;is sooo hawt. (and his brothers as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see and hear him on stage, it just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry Arch, I'm over you now. See, Nickie's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;test addiction&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-e4Ch5PkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FUVQZm67cjk/s1600-h/normal_17%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-e4Ch5PkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FUVQZm67cjk/s320/normal_17%7E0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206054379852480066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-e4Sh5PlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ex3c6UjxOm8/s1600-h/normal_18%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-e4Sh5PlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ex3c6UjxOm8/s320/normal_18%7E0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206054384147447378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gaah.. so  innocent-looking ...hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKSh5PhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mdCxIsjevOg/s1600-h/1581934488_301246413b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKSh5PhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mdCxIsjevOg/s320/1581934488_301246413b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053593873464850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKSh5PiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Nf5RnPzKMnw/s1600-h/1779663353_8e098d594d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKSh5PiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Nf5RnPzKMnw/s320/1779663353_8e098d594d_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053593873464866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah. he totally rocks. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKCh5PgI/AAAAAAAAADw/P-OCR2eQU8U/s1600-h/1679042920_20b3df58c4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKCh5PgI/AAAAAAAAADw/P-OCR2eQU8U/s320/1679042920_20b3df58c4_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053589578497538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously he is the youngest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKyh5PjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wIbciJpdRpE/s1600-h/normal_1%7E3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-eKyh5PjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wIbciJpdRpE/s320/normal_1%7E3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053602463399474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how could a 15 year old look so much better than his 18 and 20 year old brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HALA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; boy crazy&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ba ako? ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyan ang dulot pag zero ang lovelife, naghahanap hanap sa paligid. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-zCSh5PnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cE3ssPHcGfo/s1600-h/th_z-8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-zCSh5PnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cE3ssPHcGfo/s320/th_z-8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206076546178694770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1168247949842672038?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1168247949842672038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1168247949842672038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1168247949842672038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1168247949842672038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-nickie-youre-so-fine.html' title='oh NICKIE you&apos;re so fine'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SD-dQyh5PfI/AAAAAAAAADo/gQ7JY5AWXN0/s72-c/1108952203_02d8c976ee_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4398231437772629994</id><published>2008-05-29T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:11:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the S.a.d. syndrome's getting me.!</title><content type='html'>Friends, classmates, beloved blogger people....I"m sick. ( O.A. ata ako??)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sick. No, it's not as deadly or eecky as AIDS or SARS.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have S.A.D. Syndrome. grabe.&lt;br /&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder Syndrome to be precise. (cine-claim talaga eh no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the strictest sense, it is not a sleeping disorder.  It's a form of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, major symptoms of S.A.D. include increased need for sleep and extreme fatigue. It is listed in many places as a sleep disorder, right along with jet lag and the sleep problems caused by shift work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a desire to sleep, not eight or ten hours, but almost continually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other symptoms include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Depression&lt;br /&gt;    * Loss of energy&lt;br /&gt;    * Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;    * Irritability&lt;br /&gt;    * Overeating&lt;br /&gt;    * Weight gain&lt;br /&gt;    * Difficulty concentrating &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dba.? lahat ng symptoms AS IN LAHAT meron ako.&lt;br /&gt;haha! nako. I told my Tita Cristy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: Tita, feeling ko may Seasonal Affective Disorder Syndrome ata ako.(in a pa-worried voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: Di bale, next month nyan wala na yan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha. oo nga no? seasonal nga lang pala sya,from the name itself. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that Tita Cristy actually understood what S.A.D. syndrome means because she is just a highschool graduate. She's our helper by the way. Sabagay, obvious naman sa name ng sakit no? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week na ng summer vacation. Hanggang ngayon, di ko pa maayos and sleeping routine ko. Kasi naman I find it really really hard to doze off pag medyo maaga pa, like 9 pm? Nakakatulog lang ako 11 pm. Nahihirapan na nga ako eh. To the point na di ko na alam gagawin para makatulog. I've always tried reading or doing something boring para antukin pero wala pa rin. Gustong gusto ko ng matulog pero ayaw ng katawan ko, parang ganun. Abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the UPCAT. Yung mga kasabayan ko who'll take the test like me, nagsipag-review na nung summer, e ako? Wala man lang preparation. I tried taking an UPCAT review test, and it was reaaaaally hard. I thought I'll take English easy lang, kala ko mamaniinin ko lang, but the even the English test is hard.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10% of passing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. excited na ako sa "guitar lessons" ko. hihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4398231437772629994?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4398231437772629994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4398231437772629994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4398231437772629994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4398231437772629994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad-syndromes-getting-me.html' title='the S.a.d. syndrome&apos;s getting me.!'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4325891262548049966</id><published>2008-05-26T13:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batteries not included</title><content type='html'>No more Hillsong concert for me.. awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba pinagkakaitan kami ng tickets ha?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my very best para makabili ng ticket...pero bakit ticketnet...??bakit busy ang line mo (which I waited 4 hours na maconnect pero wala pa rin) kung kelan pa ako bumibili ng ticket? bakit? sadyang napakalupit. I reaaaaally want to go to that concert. I sooo love Hillsong United. Di bale, I'll wait for them to come back. Nakakainget talga ang mga makakaattend ng concert mamaya. They're really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;All the world already knows David Cook won, with a whooping 12 million votes edge from David Archuleta. But nonetheless, I looooove &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David A's rendition of With You&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I hear this song, I just want to make David Archuleta mine. hahahha.! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wnDqv8wovv"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wnDqv8wovv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/dsprzz/music/8b1A6rYL/david_archuleta_with_you/"&gt;With You - David Archuleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And oh, I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;and girl, no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;with every kiss and every hug&lt;br /&gt;you make me fall in love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's so good...yeah..good looking. hahaha. Though I've read nasty comments on you tube about him like, "he just a mr-im-soo-cute-you-gotta-vote-for-me ". Bad Simon commented " Archuleta's a bore". Awwww. Who cares about Simon anyway. I don't like the way he comments, it's kinda mean and destructive instead of being constructive. But he puts spice and drama to the show so some jerks love him. Like I care?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;basta and gaaaanda ng With You ni David Archuleta...period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I up to today? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Since I had nothing to do, I've scanned our DVD tapes and looked for something I could re-watch. I chose Serendipity over The Incredibles, but no more than 1o minutes, I found myself bored so I abandoned the movie and put The Stepford Wives on instead. [And this time no more switching.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDpekSh5PaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IPKJM8nIX2w/s1600-h/thestepfordwivespubi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDpekSh5PaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IPKJM8nIX2w/s320/thestepfordwivespubi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204576296922332578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What does it take to be a Stepford wife, a woman perfect beyond belief?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The Stepford Wives, starring Nicole Kidman, is a must-see for husbands who dream of perfect wives (haha). It's ending gave a really amazing twist. Stepford wives are perfect. They are all lovely, picture perfect, submissive-to-their-husbands women. All because they are just robots. Well not completely ones, it's just that their dumb husbands put microchips something into their brains to control them. So they all act very feminine but not so normal.( Do I make a point?) What I liked best about the movie is it's ending. I love the twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I so do not like the fact that husbands are turning intelligent wives to mindless slaves just because the women are so much better than them. Men are really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....haiiiisss.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So much for the "robot-stepford-wives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Roux, who drew something for me. (I actually requested it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDpZ5Ch5PZI/AAAAAAAAACw/Om6wYs14KKQ/s1600-h/forshem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDpZ5Ch5PZI/AAAAAAAAACw/Om6wYs14KKQ/s320/forshem3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571155846479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its her hugging a bunny which is me. hence the name "banikesh". c:&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ang cute eh no.?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you palaka.&lt;br /&gt;Applause please because I got it right this time,I've always mistaken you as the turtol. eh si ano pala un. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si ano. si ano...? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4325891262548049966?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4325891262548049966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4325891262548049966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4325891262548049966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4325891262548049966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/batteries-not-included.html' title='batteries not included'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDpekSh5PaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IPKJM8nIX2w/s72-c/thestepfordwivespubi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-6293843711557030416</id><published>2008-05-25T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:14:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still AJA AJA..not TIRA TIRA for me. LOLS.</title><content type='html'>no more Hillsong concert for me.&lt;br /&gt;awwww. I tried my best,VERY BEST, to get tickets for that concert and still, well, I guess it's not meant to be. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ihh. so sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried buying tickets in Sm Clark and even in Sm Pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;haisss. I'll just wait for them to come back here in the Philippines. C:&lt;br /&gt;And when Ate Grace knew about this, she was very disappointed that she didn't know about the concert earlier because it's her long time dream. See, we have the same desire. BTW, she is our YAJ adviser slash co-Music Minister slash future cousin(she's my Kuya Najhim's girlfriend). I like her good sense of humor,she never fails to make me laugh just by commenting on something. Ok ok, given &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na na mabababaw ang kaligayahan ko. Nakakatawa siya pero di naman siya nagpapatawa. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt; She's a matured Christian,multi-talented(she sings well and plays the bass guitar),smart and pretty. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bongang-bonga ang kuya ko. &lt;/span&gt;hahahha. He's lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for a couple of days that is why I haven't updated consistently. I'm getting&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; sakitin &lt;/span&gt;these days. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine version of Korea's My Girl will be aired tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Remember "AJA AJA!!!" ? Pinapauso sa Pinas eh "TIRA TIRA". Sana ginawa na ring "AJA AJA!!". I don't like the sound of "TIRA TIRA!!" that much. But I'll be accostumed to it anyway so let it be. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haisss. My brain isn't in a very good condition today. It just stops popping words I would say/write. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-6293843711557030416?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6293843711557030416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=6293843711557030416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6293843711557030416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/6293843711557030416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-still-aja-ajanot-tira-tira-for-me.html' title='it&apos;s still AJA AJA..not TIRA TIRA for me. LOLS.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-2509161586435894353</id><published>2008-05-20T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:50:56.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace sign is a no-no.</title><content type='html'>i was really shocked when i knew i was unconsciously doing a devil sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/False%20Religions/Wicca%20&amp;%20Witchcraft/peace_sign.htm" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a shock.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check this out too::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/False%20Religions/Wicca%20&amp;%20Witchcraft/signs_of_satan.htm" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not aware of this. well now i am. &lt;br /&gt;you'll never see me doing that peace sign again. ever. SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;i always did that pa naman,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; lalo na pag nagpapacute ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there might be some people who'll be mocking me because of this. and you might think this is just some stupid something.&lt;br /&gt;but i just want you guys to be aware of certain things that we think isn't bad at all, but actually is. i have to let you know what is right, even if it means i'll be getting nasty, rude comments. especially those rock music worshipers who absolutely love doing the "rock sign/i love you" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. let us stop taking this for granted.&lt;br /&gt;stop doing the peace sign...unless you're promoting the devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2509161586435894353?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2509161586435894353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2509161586435894353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2509161586435894353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2509161586435894353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace-sign-is-no-no.html' title='peace sign is a no-no.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-1818731107864850867</id><published>2008-05-19T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.U.'s so so great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; howdy partma? -- trying to immitate Adam in "Honey I Blew Up the Kid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Witch Yoo Hee isn't that good pala. ihhhh. medyo magulo sya. may some episodes na nakakatamad na panoorin. i expected too much kasi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooaaa..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to have a concert here in the Philippines. Sa Araneta.&lt;br /&gt;awee.! but thing is, I think we're too late for Patron seats reservation. hello? one week na lang before their concert. ihhh. I sure think it's gonna be an enlighting experience. aweee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited . Please help me pray that we'll be able to watch the concert. Im really eager about that concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDGNng1L2BI/AAAAAAAAACo/oVPiSdxJiF8/s1600-h/now_sale_sarah2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDGNng1L2BI/AAAAAAAAACo/oVPiSdxJiF8/s320/now_sale_sarah2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202094754557057042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just love Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-1818731107864850867?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1818731107864850867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=1818731107864850867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1818731107864850867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/1818731107864850867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/howdy-partma-trying-to-immitate-adam-in.html' title='H.U.&apos;s so so great.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SDGNng1L2BI/AAAAAAAAACo/oVPiSdxJiF8/s72-c/now_sale_sarah2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-5659115709843596401</id><published>2008-05-16T11:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:21.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my mom</title><content type='html'>yey! I finally have a DVD copy of Witch Yoo Hee and a better copy of Full House. Cheers for me! I've been dying to have these copies that I was even willing to go to Angeles all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been reflecting a lot.Mostly about what I want my future to be. I had a talk with my mom last last night, and this do not include any shouting or of any sort. It's some kind of mother-daughter talk, but at the same time feels like chatting with your best friend. We talked and talked until mid-morning, regardless of the fact that she has to sleep early because she has work the next day. I do appreciate it a lot that she stayed up so late just to hear my rants and my elusive dreams. I told her I would like to work in Paris or London when I've finished college. I told her I'd like to try UP Manila for college, she said I'd better be getting good fourth year grades if I really wanted to study in that university. I even told her about my crush. I described to her what he looks like but she really can't remember him. I'm glad my mom doesn't mind her daughter is having a lot of crushes, she said it would be abnormal if I don't have any and isn't it abnormal to have a lot either?*laughs* I told her almost anything that pops up my minds just to keep her awake so we would chat longer. Because I miss this kind of talks we had. All we had for the past few months were always quarrels, rude shouts, fights over petty things. That time, I wished we could always be like that and and not to fight again. If only time stood still. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm missing my mom&lt;/span&gt;. A lot. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I am worrying about what course I would take. She said she would let me take whatever I would like to. I said I like Vet Med but I would choose Photojournalism over it. But I would like to take Nursing because it would give me job opportunities in London. So Mom suggested that I take Nursing and when I've finished the course, I can take Photojournalism. And I think that would be great. Besides, mothers know best. I'm determined to work in London or better yet, in Paris. But I need to get good grades and no more flunking ones for now so I could be admitted to UP. I've never been motivated like this before. I think I'll be focusing on my studies this school year. I need discipline, hard work and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite verses::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...I believe I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;AZA AZA FIGHTING!! C;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SC0x4w1L1_I/AAAAAAAAACY/rZ7OeVQ-7wY/s1600-h/1_214677910l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SC0x4w1L1_I/AAAAAAAAACY/rZ7OeVQ-7wY/s320/1_214677910l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200867995933202418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY HIGH ! ^_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5659115709843596401?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5659115709843596401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5659115709843596401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5659115709843596401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5659115709843596401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-my-mom.html' title='Missing my mom'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SC0x4w1L1_I/AAAAAAAAACY/rZ7OeVQ-7wY/s72-c/1_214677910l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-2673875947777584449</id><published>2008-05-13T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:23.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chelsea The Great  is supposed to be here today, nag-backout nga lang kasi wala daw kasama,baka daw mawala sya. Adik. hahaha. She's supposed to borrow my Chemistry notes, kinakabahan kasi para sa UPCAT, ACET etc. exams. We all are. Thinking where we'll be having our college years  makes us worry, because of undood grades primarily. haiss. We need prayers. And reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyt aiyt aiyt.&lt;br /&gt;I got more and more  addicted to korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Witch Yoo Hee in a tv ad, I found myself searching about this korean drama, and guess what? my sweetie Kim Jeong Hoon [a.k.a. Troy in Princess Hours] is one of the cast!!!!! aweee. I NEED to watch this drama soon. And the drama itself looks interesting enough, add the fact&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na andun si Troy ko&lt;/span&gt;. aweeee..! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCk_tQ1L18I/AAAAAAAAACA/GN-WWr3nh2Y/s1600-h/th_wyhkim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCk_tQ1L18I/AAAAAAAAACA/GN-WWr3nh2Y/s320/th_wyhkim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199757291620652994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SClC8w1L19I/AAAAAAAAACI/GAO-dX-rSTs/s1600-h/th_kjh1to4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SClC8w1L19I/AAAAAAAAACI/GAO-dX-rSTs/s320/th_kjh1to4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199760856443508690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a delight in my sight. hihihi papa troy. calande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCk-Pw1L17I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vy2xlNNtW6k/s1600-h/4190770702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCk-Pw1L17I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vy2xlNNtW6k/s320/4190770702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199755685302884274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihhh.! naunahan nia pa co.! argg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KJH IS MINE.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hai grabe.! naco. ang cute nya talaga. ooops...I sound obsessed na. haha. Koreanovelas really got me hooked. I've finished watching Romantic Princess, well almost. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di pa pala ako tapos.&lt;/span&gt; But it's really a good one. Cute yung storyline.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" action="view&amp;amp;current=calvin-2.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb173/Izumi06_2007/Romantic%20Princess/calvin-2.gif" alt="calvin&amp;amp;#20844;&amp;amp;#20027;&amp;amp;#23567;&amp;amp;#22969;&amp;amp;#24433;&amp;amp;#36028;&amp;amp;#32025;&amp;amp;#30456;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di sila cute pero sila ang cast eh..buwahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SClE1A1L1-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dkHRMoWCAW0/s1600-h/2337208470_8351617417_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SClE1A1L1-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dkHRMoWCAW0/s320/2337208470_8351617417_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199762922322778082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Andami co pa gusto panoorin. Looks like I really have to save my allowance so I could buy a dvd copy of each. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-2673875947777584449?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2673875947777584449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=2673875947777584449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2673875947777584449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/2673875947777584449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/chelsea-great-is-supposed-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCk_tQ1L18I/AAAAAAAAACA/GN-WWr3nh2Y/s72-c/th_wyhkim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4814136795348965907</id><published>2008-05-12T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so happy mother's day</title><content type='html'>what a relief.! nacapagenrol naco. haiis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mother's day. And as the rebellious,ungrateful daughter I am, I didn't greet my mom. She told me 2 days ago not to greet her[because she was freakin mad at me], I just did what she told me, right? She should be happy, at least I was obedient for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the enrollment stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YM:&lt;br /&gt;shem: nagenrol cana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea: di pa, bucas mageenrol sina adix caia aco rin [or something close to that haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem: ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea: caw ba nagenrol na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shem: di pa. hanga celan ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea: bucas na deadline! di mo lam? adic ca.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I panicked. When my mom asked me about my enrollment, this was the scenario::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my mom : sheng, celan mo balac magenrol? wala cana balac magaral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : ano bang tanong yan,syempre gusto...mama naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : celan ba deadline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [hesitated to talk but still managed to utter "bucas na"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : sus santamaria! san aco cucuha ng pera sa tingin mo para macapagenrol ca bucas? ai nacu, gusto citang idukdok! haiii..!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. I wished she just did strangled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to the happy part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was paranoid that no one was going to accompany me to school so I rushed to Lyka's house and asked her if she's willing to help me, she said "yes" that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to whoever conceptualized "bestfriends". ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after settling down everything I need to, we went to Nepo Mall to find a blouse for her. I found so many things I would like to buy, so I would be saving my allowance, and this time, it's serious. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled at SM Clark to find something for Jean's birthday, and we found a cute brown cap as a gift for her, that in fact we both liked, for ourselves. "laughs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, I bought a Full House dvd, and she bought Romantic Princess which has Wu Chun who played "Brian" in Hana Kimi, as the lead actor. Yey.!&lt;br /&gt;At last, I'll be able to re-watch Full House.! I was giddy all over, and when I got home, without even changing my clothes first, I grabbed my father's portable dvd player without asking permission and put the dvd on. HECK.! Wrong disc &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;.! So I tired to play it in my mother's dvd player &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;, same thing happened. IHHH.! My disc isn't working. ARGG. What a bummer.! I asked Lyka if her disc is working and she said it is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang disappointment co, linangnat aco.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my books na. I've read a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till next time bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCfk6w1L16I/AAAAAAAAABw/JKG_jwS1QLw/s1600-h/Jealousy____by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCfk6w1L16I/AAAAAAAAABw/JKG_jwS1QLw/s320/Jealousy____by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199375993014048674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"seeing you happy with someone else gives me a bit of heartache, and relief at the same time, thinking that I am saved from the WRONG one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4814136795348965907?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4814136795348965907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4814136795348965907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4814136795348965907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4814136795348965907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-happy-mothers-day.html' title='not so happy mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCfk6w1L16I/AAAAAAAAABw/JKG_jwS1QLw/s72-c/Jealousy____by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-292462337781745577</id><published>2008-05-08T09:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full house 2 in the making.</title><content type='html'>i told you i'll be blogging today. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've managed to stumble upon this interesting tag-thing in people's blogs and since no one has tagged me [what a pity] ...i'll be tagging myself? haha. i tag you shem. ahahha. i just find this one quite interesting so i'll post it anyway though nobody cared to tag me . HAHA. i've been having "blog hopping" as a hobby lately huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my birth month::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom.     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[medyo?]&lt;/span&gt;Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[WOAH.! nursing is really my stuff. p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wt.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dynamic in personality. Secretive.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[very.]&lt;/span&gt; Inquisitive.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[na minsan nagiging maciado na makulet sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kakatanong about bagay bagay.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Knows how to dig secrets.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[yes yes. haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Always thinking.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[yah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Less talkative but amiable.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[less talkative? sa church and with some people i'm not close with , oo.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Brave and generous. Patient.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[kelan pa ko naging patient.?]&lt;/span&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[stubborn yes...hard-hearted?im not quite sure]&lt;/span&gt;If there is a will, there is a way.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[ngec?]&lt;/span&gt; Determined. Never give up.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[nah ah]&lt;/span&gt; Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[ha? minsan lang.]&lt;/span&gt; Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[hihi]&lt;/span&gt; Romantic.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[???????]&lt;/span&gt; Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[true! ahha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not able to control emotions.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[minsan]&lt;/span&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[this is very true. xP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianpopcorn.com/default.asp?Display=886" target="_blank"&gt;check here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I've found out that there's gonna be a sequel of Full House, I got really excited and giddy all over to watch it. I do wish they'll air it here in Pinas. grrr. To my despair,My Soju.com is doing some repairs to the Full House videos, so that means I couldn't watch them, well for the meantime! I'm gonna find a way, buying a dvd copy is an option. I'm missing Full House so much. I miss that cute bear dance of Jessie which I always tried to imitate way back when I was in my sophomore year. I remember my classmates making fun of me, they'll urge me to dance the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Three Bears"&lt;/span&gt;, and being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uto-uto&lt;/span&gt; that I am,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and I loved dancing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so I always agreed.)&lt;/span&gt; I'll be dancing naman, entertaning them. Haha. Now I have another reason to get better in playing the piano because I want to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Full House's OST-" I think "&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE PRACTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. I have to get some sleep&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inuumaga na ako sa computer.&lt;/span&gt; LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/436/436032x06lk4lcqb.gif" border="0" height="16" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/436/436032x06lk4lcqb.gif" border="0" height="16" width="14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCKIUC1s4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/31z1btV2w9M/s1600-h/in_the_blink_of_an_eye_by_ConflictedGenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCKIUC1s4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/31z1btV2w9M/s320/in_the_blink_of_an_eye_by_ConflictedGenes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197866797879845570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kay bilis namang maglaho ng pag-ibig mo sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daig mo pang isang kisapmata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-292462337781745577?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/292462337781745577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=292462337781745577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/292462337781745577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/292462337781745577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-told-you-ill-be-blogging-today.html' title='full house 2 in the making.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCKIUC1s4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/31z1btV2w9M/s72-c/in_the_blink_of_an_eye_by_ConflictedGenes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-720619653879994012</id><published>2008-05-08T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:23.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ungrand vacation it was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(243, 101, 101);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;    siyems shouts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(245, 198, 36);font-family:Arial;font-size:5;"  &gt;Learn how to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(245, 198, 36);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt; the guitar.! Yes I must. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(245, 198, 36);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt; I could play Collide in  acoustic.! wooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh internet. how I missed you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. yeah. I don't know where to start arck.! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a vacation. Well I can't say it's a grand one. I just sort of, slept not in my house, but that's considered as a vacation so I call it one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anu daw.??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a great time nevertheless. I stayed at my Uncle Bernie's house, always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. My mom gets jealous sometimes. She says it seems like I like it more to stay at my uncle's than with them. Well she's kinda right.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shhh]&lt;/span&gt; Can you believe it?! Jealousy is a disease [that can kill] so get well Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of activities in the church these past few days,which gave me valid&lt;br /&gt;reasons for my mom to let me stay longer in my uncle's haven. Haven? Yes. Haven. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was re-elected as YAJ's[ Young Ambassadors of Jesus] secretary so that explains why I'm so busy. With the upcoming Mother's Day celebration this coming Sunday,and other church plans we have, we really are in a rush. We're going to pull a surprise for our beloved mothers. Probably we're going to give them roses each and sing Carol Banawa's "Iingatan Ka" as a special presentation for them. I guess there would be so much drama come Sunday. We have thought of that beforehand so we are also planning to give them hankies in addition to the roses. Brilliant minds we have ayt? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the fact that I am part of our church's Music Ministry and we we're requested to take part in Pastor Jun Soriano's birthday celebration yesterday. He's PAC President &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He wanted to have a Thanksgiving Worship first before the main program. Our Magalang mayor came, the vice-mayor and some other people in the municipal office. Vice-mayor didn't look so nice. He looks matapobre and snobbish. Well let's not judge the book by it's cover. I got really bored during the main program, important people gave their messages for the birthday celebrant. They all sounded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypocritically&lt;/span&gt;. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I was jam-packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is my time to rest and be busy for myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow cus I still have a lot to blog. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCJCHS1s4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/F4X2MhPzaiI/s1600-h/SmiLe_Tea_prisonnier_by_Cel0uh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCJCHS1s4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/F4X2MhPzaiI/s320/SmiLe_Tea_prisonnier_by_Cel0uh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197789613022569138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that I ought to find someone new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but all I find is myself always thinking of you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-720619653879994012?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/720619653879994012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=720619653879994012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/720619653879994012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/720619653879994012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/siyems-shouts-learn-how-to-play-guitar.html' title='ungrand vacation it was.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SCJCHS1s4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/F4X2MhPzaiI/s72-c/SmiLe_Tea_prisonnier_by_Cel0uh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-4087479370175851109</id><published>2008-05-03T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:13:58.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I went to Lyka's place. I'm positive that I left nearly 7:oo pm,and going to Lyka's takes only a five-minute walk. And guess what time I went back home? 1o:oo pm. Turns out, it was a chat of 3 hours! We filled each other with one another's stories and rants. We just missed each other I guess. She told me that she went to our house with Jaydee and Jen last thursday, but I wasn't home. I was touched to know that Jaydee was bringing a bunch of lollipops for me,awwww... talk about sweet! And Lyka said he didn't even bother to offer them some of the sweets he was bringing just because they were really intended for me. Awwwww. *_*  No other guy has made me feel so special before. Let's make things clear here, we are absolutely just friends and not as what you think we are. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought some novels back home. I mentioned to her that I am working on my vocabulary so I  would burry my nose on thick novels to help me. And luckily she has some. I was home with Shakespeare's Hamlet, Mark Twain's The Prince and the Pauper, Anna Sewell's Black Beauty and a novel which I forgot the title. So much reading for me this week. And i do hope I would really be able to widen my vocabs with these.&lt;br /&gt;I invited her to pay me a visit on Monday, to talk about Ate Jean's upcoming birthday and for us to fix her abandoned Friendster account. I'm a little bit excited about this. I missed those times we were together almost all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloggie time for my piano practice. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4087479370175851109?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4087479370175851109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4087479370175851109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4087479370175851109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4087479370175851109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-night-i-went-to-lykas-place.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5473712760562228694</id><published>2008-05-01T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:24.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience pays.</title><content type='html'>siyems shouts:: &lt;span style="font: bold 9pt Arial; color: #f36565"&gt;NADULING ACO SA CODES.!&lt;/span&gt; xp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog layout.&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; AGAIN.&lt;/u&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like this more i think.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.. my eyes are so tired but im satisfied with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience really works.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up shemangs. you've done nice today.cus you didn't let your &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;catamaran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; take over. "laughs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should give myself a reward. right?&lt;br /&gt;what else could be more nice than devouring on lollipops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aweee..!!! &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SBnOZdj_0II/AAAAAAAAABE/mMJdjCa7SX4/s1600-h/Lollipops__by_Squierr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SBnOZdj_0II/AAAAAAAAABE/mMJdjCa7SX4/s320/Lollipops__by_Squierr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195410581976240258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: bold 9pt Arial; color: #b3e743;)"&gt;oh goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SBnOZ9j_0JI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0sQ0D5UjcY/s1600-h/lollipops_by_volucer_temporis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SBnOZ9j_0JI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0sQ0D5UjcY/s320/lollipops_by_volucer_temporis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195410590566174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5473712760562228694?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5473712760562228694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5473712760562228694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5473712760562228694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5473712760562228694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/05/patience-pays.html' title='patience pays.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SBnOZdj_0II/AAAAAAAAABE/mMJdjCa7SX4/s72-c/Lollipops__by_Squierr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-8746974071461862545</id><published>2008-04-23T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:24.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so hello bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argg.. You're so out-of-date.!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I got lazy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang gana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to update. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. so where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade 6 Einstein (batch '05) Reunion &lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to meet at 1:oo pm in that what they call "sawali". I was the first top arrive.&lt;br /&gt;I love this bunch of guys. Though they used to tease me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; A LOT &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty upset because the others didn't come when they said earlier&lt;br /&gt;that they would. So turned out...it was a reunion of 1o people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; gosh. haha.&lt;/i&gt; namely::&lt;br /&gt;* me of course&lt;br /&gt;* lyka&lt;br /&gt;* the twins [ rozette &amp;amp; rochelle]&lt;br /&gt;* siblings katrine and karla jin&lt;br /&gt;* bladimir&lt;br /&gt;* reynald&lt;br /&gt;* siron&lt;br /&gt;* ker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SA6KUtj_0GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xl7UNZLEnrY/s1600-h/1_420664296l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SA6KUtj_0GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xl7UNZLEnrY/s320/1_420664296l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192239508837355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SA6KG9j_0FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t74_GY-_v1Y/s1600-h/1_214677910l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SA6KG9j_0FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t74_GY-_v1Y/s320/1_214677910l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192239272614154322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a hard time to convince lyka to come, but still I was able to make her say "yes". hahahha. Though it wasn't easy... because I had to use my extra pwerful tactic that makes people fail to resist my charm. [haha] I'm talking about my secret [ well now it isn't anymore because I'm spilling it out] "lupasay-sa-sahig" tactic. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;For you guys with simple minds...this is how I do it::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: I just whail like a kid&lt;br /&gt;step 2: I sit in the floor reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;step 3: I wiggle my feet crazily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have the guts like I do? huh? huh? &lt;i&gt;*laughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK  OK I give you the permission to use this tactic of mine if you want to. ahha. ( cos I know no one would!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going back to the reunion, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to play "spin the bottle" but no one was sport enough so we abandoned the game.&lt;br /&gt;We took our swims at around 5:oo pm. We played "water wrestling". So much fun until we had to go home. At 10 pm, WaterWorld turned out all the lights. My classmates yelled in disappointment "Ahh...bastusan pala dito ahhh?". We agreed to have a reunion like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were boring ones. Just watching the telly and some kiddy movies, internet surfing. Nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. I'm planning to have a vacation at my uncle's house in PAC.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.! I forgot to tell you that today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mark batch '06 reunion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be there but I had the first day of my monthly period and I am currently not feeling well. Maybe because of my flu. I should be resting in bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;'till next time&lt;/u&gt; [ maybe next month.]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;aha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-8746974071461862545?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8746974071461862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=8746974071461862545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8746974071461862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/8746974071461862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-hello-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/SA6KUtj_0GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xl7UNZLEnrY/s72-c/1_420664296l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999646027465072285.post-7206517659359383496</id><published>2008-04-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:46:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three in one.</title><content type='html'>post # 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey look...it's post # o3 and it's a "three posts in one" . haha. coincidence huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewind for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;april 1o ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really early today.  [ 5:oo am folks. xP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, while I was doing stuffs in the computer, my mom asked me &lt;br /&gt;if I would like to go with her to Bataan. And I was like " Are you kidding? Of course! " &lt;i&gt;tanong buh yan.?&lt;/i&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep! It's not that I'm so excited that I can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know then how I could doze myself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I was able to fall asleep for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, for only an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat my breakfast. I never thought this would have a great effect on me. &lt;br /&gt;And this is why::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bus.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really really dizzy ... my tummy felt bad.. and I also had the urge to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling well,obviously, so I kept really quiet. And this is unusual. &lt;i&gt;haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom noticed this so she kept on asking me if anything was wrong... but I refused to answer, because I was afraid that the moment I open my mouth, I might vomit. hahahahha. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets::I didn't take breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;The first 3o minutes of the trip felt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really terrible&lt;/span&gt;. I tried my best to have a nap, and I &lt;br /&gt;ended up sleeping until we got in Bataan. What a nap. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got giddy all over when we alighted from the bus and saw the sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"BALANGA PROPER"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a tricycle heading to where my mom worked before.&lt;br /&gt;And as we passed by buildings, streets-- they all looked familiar to me...&lt;br /&gt; so strange that the memories are still vivid in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the my whole stay in Balanga in my mother's office before,&lt;br /&gt;just sitting in a corner...&lt;i&gt;yun lang yung panira ng araw. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Nathalie using the office's landline phone (haha. with permission of course). We talked over the phone for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;naco ang capal co landline ng office gamit co tas an hour nacipagchicahan . ahaha. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we we're on the trip back home, I didn't feel dizzy anymore,&lt;br /&gt; well maybe because I've eaten na. haha.&lt;br /&gt;such  a trip to remember. if only time stood still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. I just had a practice with the PAW team (Praise And Worship)&lt;br /&gt; today for Sunday service the following day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not that good at playing the piano. Well actually I am playing a strings keyboard (a.k.a. second keyboard) -- it's for backup purposes only.&lt;br /&gt; But at least I have my ministry &lt;br /&gt;and I'm happy to serve the Lord. :]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;The most important day for Christians -- Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything would be o.k , but things didn't go well &lt;br /&gt;as how we planned it to be. My keyboard had no sound. &lt;br /&gt;They forgot to adjust the volume in a something I don't know w&lt;br /&gt;hat it's called. So, my performance was ruined. &lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, at least God saw what's in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;that I just want to bring back the glory to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at my uncle's house for lunch. I played basketball&lt;br /&gt; with my cousins Job and Kuya R-king. (such a name. haha.) &lt;br /&gt;I had a minor injury, but at least I enjoyed trying  &lt;br /&gt;to shoot the ball , and cheering for myself at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;lols. I got 2/ hundreds tries. haha. Basketball is certainly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attented the YP ( Young People) caregroup.&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling so much blessed. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this line from the song " Man in the Mirror"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror , I ask him to change his ways... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change my ways...yes I must do that. I want to be a Christian by acts &lt;br /&gt;and not just by words. Help me Lord... I know you will...I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; siyemsems now signing off . haha &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-7206517659359383496?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7206517659359383496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=7206517659359383496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7206517659359383496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/7206517659359383496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-in-one.html' title='three in one.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-4656956325615428334</id><published>2008-04-10T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:46:15.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember :]</title><content type='html'>post # o2.&lt;br /&gt;siyems shouts:: [i really really have to take memory enhancer pills!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine.! i forgot that today is our scheduled closing party.&lt;br /&gt;we are supposed to meet at Museo ng Angeles at 8:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. &lt;u&gt;i missed my last opportunity to bond with my 3rd year classmates.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. so sad. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewind to yesterday::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to watch a movie. could I rephrase?&lt;b&gt;re-watch a movie.&lt;/b&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;so as I scanned the dvd tapes we have.. I stumbled upon ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane West and Mandy Moore's &lt;i&gt; A Walk To Remember .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an all-time favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;this movie never fails to make me cry each time  watch it. Such a loonatic huh. haha&lt;br /&gt;Based on what I learned about Drama in my English III class, it's a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;It's basically a love story.&lt;br /&gt;But what I liked about it is the touching storyline itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jaimie&lt;/span&gt;, which is played by Mandy Moore, is smart, nice and friendly. Well she has to be like that, being the reverend's daughter. While &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landon&lt;/span&gt;( Shane West) is a total opposite. He's part of the "popular-rude-guys" group. So it's a wonder they fell for each other. Oh. opposites attract I forgot. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime has Leukemia. And if you ask, yes, she died. [well it wouldn't be a tragedy at all if she didn't die. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one of my favorite scenes:&lt;br /&gt;Jaime :: oh hi. (pauses for awhile) I'm sorry.  (because she didn't tell Landon that she's sick)&lt;br /&gt;Landon :: are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Jaime :: of death? (fakes a smile)&lt;br /&gt;Landon :: ( gets teary eyed)&lt;br /&gt;Jaime :: why didn't you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Landon :: cos it isn't funny. (tears begin to roll down)&lt;br /&gt;Jaime :: ( became silent for awhile, starts to cry ) I'm afraid of not being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. this really made my cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one::&lt;br /&gt;As Landon was scanning their yearbook, he saw Jaime's profile.&lt;br /&gt; Jaime's ambition was::&lt;br /&gt; "To witness a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to the near ending of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;Jaimie and Landon married. And a few months later, Jaimie died.&lt;br /&gt;Landon paid Jaimie's father a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaimie's father:: So Landon, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;Landon:: I got into medical school.&lt;br /&gt;Jaimie's father:: We're proud of you Landon. I'm sure if only Jaimie is still alive, she'll be really proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;Landon:: (became quiet for awhile) I'm sorry she never witnessed a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Jaimie's father:: (paused, then smiled) She did. It was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"in places no one will find all your feelings so deep inside" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess it's time to sleep...because tomorrow is a BIG day...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Bataan fellas -- where my BEST childhood days were spent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night bloggie. time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-4656956325615428334?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4656956325615428334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=4656956325615428334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4656956325615428334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/4656956325615428334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember :]'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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-5999646027465072285.post-5098139892595585684</id><published>2008-04-09T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:34:24.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first....again.</title><content type='html'>aw ye.&lt;br /&gt;another start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;log in&lt;/span&gt; of my first account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haiis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BANI:: you really have to work on that poor memory of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly strangled myself trying to remember what my email is.&lt;br /&gt;and since i really can't remember it...&lt;br /&gt;i decided to just make another one.&lt;br /&gt;it's the last choice isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sarap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sacalin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emangs&lt;/span&gt;.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uahhaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please pray that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; not forget [ for the second time around] my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;log in&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;okies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i need prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memory enhancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i may add. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/R_xQPfRA7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hPSobY2Od_E/s1600-h/from_first_to_last__by_mendingheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/R_xQPfRA7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hPSobY2Od_E/s320/from_first_to_last__by_mendingheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187109097845092322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5999646027465072285-5098139892595585684?l=siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5098139892595585684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5999646027465072285&amp;postID=5098139892595585684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5098139892595585684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999646027465072285/posts/default/5098139892595585684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyemslovesguitars.blogspot.com/2008/04/firstagain.html' title='the first....again.'/><author><name>siyemsems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491911841722877955</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQsYsc01fhg/R_xQPfRA7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hPSobY2Od_E/s72-c/from_first_to_last__by_mendingheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
