<?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-19922526</id><updated>2011-10-29T01:21:56.420+08:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='paulo coehlo'/><category term='2009'/><category term='if a girl cries for you'/><category term='myths in the bible'/><category term='frankie vallie'/><category term='bob ong'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='to every guy'/><category term='booze'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Basic Archetypes'/><category term='party'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='Jaankz'/><category term='cute'/><category term='life'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='can&apos;t take my eyes off of you'/><category term='tragic'/><category term='bob'/><category term='crap'/><category term='eraserheads reunion'/><category term='byt he river piedra i sat down and wept'/><category term='false bible'/><category term='pain'/><category term='religion'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='hot'/><category term='love'/><category term='ong'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kimmy Moved to Wordpress.</title><subtitle type='html'>A haven of words, a haven of phrases.
A haven of emotions mixed with wonderful mazes.
The lovelatory system plus the mindatory system
equals Kimm's Anatomy, life's wonderful emblem.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-4641389331269287796</id><published>2010-03-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:44:35.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmy's Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/holidays-summer/summer020.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/holidays-summer/summer106.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/holidays-summer/summer107.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/comments-birthday/birthday095.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; TO &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rock.k12.nc.us/dmhs/lib/dmhs/announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy is moving to Wordpress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit her &lt;a href="http://www.kimmimotz.wordpress.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-4641389331269287796?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kimmimotz.wordpress.com' title='Kimmy&apos;s Moving!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4641389331269287796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/kimmys-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4641389331269287796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4641389331269287796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/kimmys-moving.html' title='Kimmy&apos;s Moving!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-8416440204951834715</id><published>2010-01-06T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:57:56.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know A Way Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I made this song/poem while listening to Radiohead's From the Basement at the same time I was feeling really down and depressed but just can't seem to pour all my emotions onto it. I just don't know why. I just contain it and prevents the glass from being shattered &amp; I realized, something is definitely wrong with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to know what's going on around me. &lt;br /&gt;What is going on within me?&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is happening right now? &lt;br /&gt;Am I ever existing?&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I come from?&lt;br /&gt;What have I done from here on?&lt;br /&gt;Am I different from the others&lt;br /&gt;or just the same as everybody else&lt;br /&gt;androids that goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;there is no rest&lt;br /&gt;there is no peace&lt;br /&gt;there is no sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a way out&lt;br /&gt;There's a way out&lt;br /&gt;I know a way out&lt;br /&gt;There's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all headed the same way&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go &lt;br /&gt;I want a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a way out&lt;br /&gt;I Know a way out&lt;br /&gt;There's a way out&lt;br /&gt;I Know a way out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-8416440204951834715?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8416440204951834715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8416440204951834715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8416440204951834715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-way-out.html' title='I Know A Way Out'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-331693096210146975</id><published>2009-01-12T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:32:26.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Rebirth of a Pseudonym</title><content type='html'>So, it's the start of a new year and we are all closer to death. I have a brand new planner and it's called &lt;i&gt;Belle De Jour&lt;/i&gt; pronounced as "&lt;i&gt;Bell-de-zoor&lt;/i&gt;" if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year had been pretty tough esp. during summer coz I took summer lessons on Physics. Wtf right? Anyways, it was cool too coz I've been with my baby for a year during September although there had been mishaps along the way but hey! We made it to 2009 and still tough! What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pre-Christmas party I had together with my Highschool Buds was pretty awesome and yes they all got drunk! They vomitted and puked and slept. Crazy little animals. Here's a little sneek peek of what happened on the &lt;b&gt;23rd of December 2008&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a115/k1mm16/Pre-Xmas%20Celebration/000_0013.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a115/k1mm16/Pre-Xmas%20Celebration/000_0005.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes here goes the Billiard Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a115/k1mm16/Pre-Xmas%20Celebration/000_0001.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes that's pretty much of the pics that I can offer but there's more in my &lt;a href="http://www.ladykimm.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply Site&lt;/a&gt;. Visit it for more funpics you can laugh at. Oops, you must add me in order to do that! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had been saying in the Rebirth of A Pseudonym, I have decided to reliven this blogspot about the ish and dish of a nobody. That nobody is me. It's a New Year, and it's a New Start! Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-331693096210146975?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/331693096210146975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2009/01/rebirth-of-pseudonym.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/331693096210146975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/331693096210146975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2009/01/rebirth-of-pseudonym.html' title='Rebirth of a Pseudonym'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a115/k1mm16/Pre-Xmas%20Celebration/th_000_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-8614897898040014475</id><published>2008-12-23T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:45:42.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>So I will be celebrating a Pre-Christmas Booze Party with my Highschool Friends and hopefully enjoy the night. I am so excited and eager to seeing them again. Lots of stories to tell and hear! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party will be held in Jv's Crib 6pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Luigi will be treating us all but we will provide some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Attending Are:&lt;br /&gt;Arny&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Teesh&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Jv&lt;br /&gt;Luigi&lt;br /&gt;Makoy&lt;br /&gt;Job&lt;br /&gt;Teklay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-8614897898040014475?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8614897898040014475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8614897898040014475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8614897898040014475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-christmas-party.html' title='Pre-Christmas Party'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-2941788742349719924</id><published>2008-11-03T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:11:22.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NOV 1, 2008.&lt;/b&gt; Most of the day, I was in front of my PC playing some Yahoo Games (Diner Dash, The Apprentice, Fairy Godmother Tycoon etc. which I had bought in Raon together with my Jayvee ^_^). Then came 6pm so I woke my lazy mom who always sleeps on her dayoffs and pulled her off the bed grabbing her by the shirt almost tearing it apart. (nah! kiddin') I pleaded that we come visit the dead in the cemetery or else it will visit us. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was traffic of course. What do you expect on a November 1st? Nothing but the mob, the Blue Boys and yes the traffic jam as if the road suddenly narrowed or the cars suddenly became huge and bloated. Vendors were all over the place selling these inihaw stuffs, sodas, flowers, candles, anting-antings and those cute little stuffs that have different colors lighting it. I bought one. The headband with the antenna light and I looked like Jollibee. Haha! More like Kimmybee! XD There was the devil's horn. I know you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after ten years, we've reached my dead relative's grave. Is that right? You call it a grave right? Waha. It was super H-O-T! We stayed there then my uncle wanted to have dinner so he asked me &amp; my cousin to buy food in KFC. Whaaaat?! With all the mob?! Okay then. So off we go. Walk, bump, walk, bump. And guess what? When we got to KFC, the line was super long! Aaaaaaah!!!!! Anyway, patience my friend. Patience. Just like what Yoda used to say. Patience. We ordered bucket, and some rice plus fries and a snackbox blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in the cemtery and I had to admit, I had fun. Hahaha! =D Then later on, Jayvee came over with his cousin. We decided to take a stroll and venture in the crowded cemetery. Right, left, walk, stop, turn left, turn right, left, left, left, right, left and so on and so forth. We also went to their place and there I met mama together with his other relatives. We passed by my relatives' place too which I was uhmm kind of shocked to see coz I hadn't noticed them. Haha! It was tiring but fun. Hot but fun. Noisy but fun. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, guess what? The radio was turned on and playing trance music. Creepy? Nah! It has a timer. Haha. Then I watched XXX which was sort of freaky and scary. Then I slept. Haha! =D So what's your story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-2941788742349719924?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2941788742349719924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2941788742349719924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2941788742349719924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-day.html' title='Halloween Day'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-5284355742278399039</id><published>2008-10-24T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:43:26.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob ong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ong'/><title type='text'>Bob Ong's Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;*here's an excerpt from Bob Ong's famous books. I super love his works. I love numbers 13-15 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Lahat naman ng tao sumeseryoso pagtinamaan ng pagmamahal. Yun nga lang, hindi lahat matibay para sa temptasyon."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawakan ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;8. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na&lt;br /&gt;araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;10. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo.Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;11. "Bakit ba ayaw matulog ng mga bata sa tanghali? alam ba nilang pag&lt;br /&gt;natuto silang umibig e hindi na sila makakatulog kahit gusto nila?"&lt;br /&gt;12. "Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka."&lt;br /&gt;13. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin&lt;br /&gt;ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo.Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;br /&gt;14. "nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. hindi ito&lt;br /&gt;multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the-blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw.Huhusgahan&lt;br /&gt;ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang&lt;br /&gt;erasures."&lt;br /&gt;15. "Wag magmadali sa pag-aasawa.Tatlo, lima, sampung taon sa hinaharap, mag-iiba pa ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong di pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang sa kaboses niya si Debbie&lt;br /&gt;Gibson o magaling mag-breakdance. Totoong mas importante ang kalooban ng tao higit anuman.Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan sa eskwelahan e nagmumukha ring pandesal. Maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;16. "ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko"&lt;br /&gt;17. "hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?"&lt;br /&gt;18. "hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan. "&lt;br /&gt;19. "Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog&lt;br /&gt;nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila&lt;br /&gt;iisahan."&lt;br /&gt;20. "Mag-aral maigi. Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral,manghihinayang ka pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher. (Hay! Sarap!)&lt;br /&gt;21. "Mangarap ka at abutin mo. Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya,palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis. Kung may pagkukulang sa'yo mga magulang mo, pwde kang manisi at maging rebelde.Tumigil ka sa pag-aaral, mag-asawa ka, mag-drugs ka magpakulay ka ng buhok sa kili-kili. Sa bandang huli, ikaw din ang biktima. Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-5284355742278399039?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5284355742278399039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/10/bob-ongs-words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5284355742278399039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5284355742278399039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/10/bob-ongs-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Bob Ong&apos;s Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-21382869114626577</id><published>2008-10-15T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:00:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dignity and Respect for Filipinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAUTION: Viewer Discretion is advised.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is in response to the recent issue regarding Dignity and Respect for Filipino Workers Abroad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;"On 26 September 2008 at 9 p.m., BBC 1 aired the comedy series Harry and Paul starring Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse. The opening scene showed Paul seated on a chair on his front lawn, while still in his pyjamas. A young Asian-looking female was shown gyrating in front of him in a lascivious manner. The postman arrived to ask Harry, Paul's friend, what was going on. Harry told him that he is trying to see if his ‘Filipina maid' can seduce Paul who obviously looks depressed.&lt;br&gt; Harry then continued to shout instructions to the young girl and to Paul to 'hump' the Filipino maid. He remained unmoved while the girl even played with his hair. On further instructions from Harry, she continued to gyrate sexually in front of Paul. Harry then instructed the maid to 'present her rear' which she did while wiggling her bottom in a seductive manner. The maid did not succeed in seducing Paul as he got up from his chair to go to his house. Harry shouted at the girl in an angry voice to leave as she was useless in doing her job. The girl walked towards the pavement looking upset. While walking on the pavement, the postman looked at her in a leering way and followed her. After catching up with her, he was shown to be whispering in her right ear and the girl then walked off with the postman."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMr9e9xrW24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMr9e9xrW24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Courtesy of &lt;a href="http:www.youtube.com"&gt; Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First of all, if the Filipino community wouldn't have been the primary cause of such outgrowths of the OFW Maids or Helpers, then more likely we wouldn't be considered or branded as one. You see people, it's mainly our fault. It's mainly your fault that they see Filipino People as one. Due to increasing poverty and corruption that more and more people would prefer to work abroad than their own country because nothing happens even if they work really hard here. So what they do is to go abroad and work there for good. There they can make big bucks and pay tax that is just and fair. Unlike here, if you work real hard, most of the money you get in return goes to the government and hello, we can't even see the works of our money in our country!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second, yes there are Filipinas who do that. Tsk tsk. So now, maybe you understand? I hope so. It's not that I am against my own country, I am not a racist. It's just that there are certain things that affect other things. More of &lt;i&gt;What you see is what you get&lt;/i&gt; in real life huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not their fault that they see Filipinos as mere helpers of the society. It is &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt;fault that they see Filipinos like that. Partly of the government's fault. If the government would just value their own countrymen's works then they could've at least changed lives. If they could've just given everyone what is due of them. If they increased the standards of the country. Education that is free and of good standards. Well, what can we do if corruption is the real issue behind such problems? How can good education be given if they spend the money alloted for that slot? You see guys, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;think before you act&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-21382869114626577?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/21382869114626577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/10/dignity-and-respect-for-filipinos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/21382869114626577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/21382869114626577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/10/dignity-and-respect-for-filipinos.html' title='Dignity and Respect for Filipinos'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-5717017587032710384</id><published>2008-09-19T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:26:17.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>My Happy 1st Anniv Story</title><content type='html'>Etoh nanaman ako sa pagiging emo ko. &lt;br /&gt;Pacencia na, pero kung may tiyaga kang magbasa netong isa nanamang ke-emohan ng buhay ko, eh di cge basa lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-anniv kami ni Jayvee nung September 18 2008. Akala ko makakalimutan nanaman niya. Nagulat ako may message sa phone ko ito ang sabi:&lt;br /&gt;"I remember the first time I kissed you on this same day. Happy Anniversary! I love you Darling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmpre natuwa ako. Anu pa eh di kilig. Teary-eyed. Blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;Gumana nanaman ang imagination ko at nagdaydream nanaman ako for the rest of the schoolday. Nakakahiya pero cge sasabihin ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasi ako ma-flower type na babae gaya ng karamihan sa mga normal na typical na babae na gustong makakatanggap ng bulaklak mula sa mga minamahal nila. Hindi ako isa sa kanila. Oo sweet yun pero, hindi ko lang tlga trip. Pero cmpre, hindi din maiiwasan na minsan, gusto ko rin nun. Sweet nga kasi. Ika nga ng isang kwentong nabasa ko: "No matter how a woman says she doesn't like flowers, she will always want one." True indeed. &lt;br /&gt;So, going back, yes i expected. No, daydreamt na pag-uwi ko, andun cia sa haus may bouquet of flowers for me. O kaya, nasa UST pla siya may bouquet of flowers pa din. Kasi nga 1st Anniv namin. Nag-expect din ako kahit alam kong malabong mangyari yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ang uwian at umuwi na ko, half-expecting a surprise from him. Unfortunately, nagtren ako at inabutan ng ulan sa may Santolan. So, nastranded naman ako. May 2 missed calls na ko galing sknya, so akala ko may surprise tlga. Malay mo, nandun na pla siya sa bahay dba kasama ang bouquet of flowers ko. 5pm ako nastranded sa santolan hanggang 9pm andun ako nakatayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakausap ko siya sa telepono at nasa Beda pa pla siya. May klase ata. Cmpre nalungkot ako, kasi hindi natupad yung surprise na inexpect ko dahil sa lecheng daydreaming na yon. Sabi ko sknya sabay kami sana umuwi antayin ko na lang siya doon sa istasyon. Sabi naman niya kung ok lang daw na mag-antay ako ng 1 hour kasi pupunta pa "daw" siyang Raon. Ang sabi ko naman ok lang. Cmpre gusto ko talaga makasama yung taong mahal ko kahit pa ganu kaaraw o kaulan ang panahon. Pero mukang ayaw niya talaga, kaya pinauna na niya ko. Pero sabi ko antayin ko pa din siya if ever lang na pwede pa nga. Pero sabi niya talaga na umuwi na ko. Mauna na daw ako. Gumawa ka ng paraan. Mag-Taxi ka kasi. Wag mo na ko antayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HAPPY 1ST ANNIV SAMEN. Yun lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I let the Rain wipe my tears away. I walked down that wet road, muddy and cold alone and desserted. No one to be with. No hand to hold on to. No one to embrace nor feel the warmth of love. Still, I love wholeheartedly but numb because of the pain that's growing more and more each day."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-5717017587032710384?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5717017587032710384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-1st-anniv-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5717017587032710384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5717017587032710384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-1st-anniv-story.html' title='My Happy 1st Anniv Story'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-3062822544590982278</id><published>2008-09-04T07:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:23:18.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byt he river piedra i sat down and wept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coehlo'/><title type='text'>By the 4th Seat I Sat Down &amp; Wept</title><content type='html'>There on the 4th seat, I sat down &amp; wept. There is a legend that anyone who sits on this place, in the room St. Ambrose - girl or boy - becomes cursed. If I could tear my heart and toss it over a riverbank , then I would so so that the curse handed over to me wouldn't have altered me.&lt;br /&gt;There on the 4th seat, I sat down and wept. December's air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall onto the cursed seat that I sat onto to. Somehow, this seat might absorb all my teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;May my tears be absorbed, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears dry quickly, that I might forget the 4th seat, the 10th seat, the Yms and the things we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my &lt;i&gt;"magic moment"&lt;/i&gt; - that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it is only five months ago that I sat next to him, and then lost him.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this story on the 4th seat. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lilipas din yan"&lt;/i&gt;, he told me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps love comes then goes. We must seek to live.&lt;br /&gt;Forget to move on. Remembrance is for the old.&lt;br /&gt;Love indeed makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?&lt;br /&gt;That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can stand up from this cursed seat and walk away and never look back nor come back, That's why they told me. Only then - in the words of one of the saintly - will the winds extinguish what the flames have written.&lt;br /&gt;All love stories are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; an excerpt from my little black book. Some lines taken from Paulo Coehlo's "By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept." This story was written years ago when I first fell inlove with a boy and turning my magic moments into dark ones. Regrets overflowed in my heart. Pain describes everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published in the internet just this 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-3062822544590982278?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3062822544590982278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-4th-seat-i-sat-down-wept.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3062822544590982278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3062822544590982278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-4th-seat-i-sat-down-wept.html' title='By the 4th Seat I Sat Down &amp; Wept'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-4704870437680351117</id><published>2008-07-27T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:23:43.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Eraserheads Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m238/plongkikz/elay-2.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Eraserheads Raunion Concert is fast approaching and unfortunately, I won't be able to watch the Legend Concert of the ever famous Eraserheads. &lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f110/MarionOrdiz07/nagrereklamo.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Price:&lt;br /&gt;Php1300&lt;br /&gt;Php800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: The Fort&lt;br /&gt;Time:6pm onwards. Gates open at 3pm so be there as early as you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I envy those who have the tickets already Damn. &lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f110/MarionOrdiz07/bawl.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-4704870437680351117?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4704870437680351117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/07/eraserheads-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4704870437680351117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4704870437680351117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/07/eraserheads-reunion.html' title='Eraserheads Reunion'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-1070183679845138446</id><published>2008-05-25T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:11:56.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi5 &amp; Stuffs</title><content type='html'>I have come to a decision that I will be maintaining accounts in community websites that are most often used by people namely &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt; Friendster&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt; Myspace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt; Myyearbook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com"&gt; Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time that I give up on some unimportant stuffs and focus more on my future as well as my goals in life. I have thought about this several times and finally, after several years of thinking, I have realized that I won't be needing those sites in my career nor in my life. The world of internet has greatly altered and affected my life in both negative and positive ways. And to add to that, a special person in my life contributed a big part of this realization and I am thankful about it. He had so far made me realize that life is just too short to be wasted on nonsense stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will go on and it will never wait for us. So, act now before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-1070183679845138446?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1070183679845138446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi5-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1070183679845138446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1070183679845138446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi5-stuffs.html' title='Hi5 &amp; Stuffs'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-737947938821939271</id><published>2008-04-23T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:06:15.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myths in the bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='false bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Sins Committed By God According to the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PRIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After creating various bits and bobs in Genesis, we are told "And God saw&lt;br /&gt;that it was good". So, He takes pride in His work, apparently. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;as for me, this is slightly forgivable in the sense that we should not take it too literally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when John baptized Jesus (good job he did, because we all know what&lt;br /&gt;happens to un-baptized people when they die...) God said, and I quote, "&lt;i&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;are my son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased&lt;/i&gt;". God, who is Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;loves and is pleased with Jesus, who is God. If you knew someone who&lt;br /&gt;claimed to love and be pleased with himself, wouldn't that hint at a&lt;br /&gt;self-proud person? Who's the God here anyway? God or Jesus? Both? Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;WRATH&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to the Old Testament, God was a genocidal maniac of&lt;br /&gt;Biblical proportions (naturally). However, it could be argued that many of&lt;br /&gt;the mass-slaughters described therein were not done out of anger, but for&lt;br /&gt;some other Godly motives. Fair enough, but are there any specific examples&lt;br /&gt;of wrath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samuel (24:1)&lt;/u&gt; tells us :"&lt;i&gt;Again the anger of the LORD burned against Israel,&lt;br /&gt;and he incited David against them, saying 'Go and take a census of Israel&lt;br /&gt;and Judah'&lt;/i&gt;". Burning anger? Sounds like Wrath to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from &lt;u&gt;Samuel (6:6)&lt;/u&gt; "&lt;i&gt;When they came to the threshing-floor of Nacon,&lt;br /&gt;Uzzah reached out and took hold of the ark of God, because the oxen&lt;br /&gt;stumbled. The LORD's anger burned against Uzzah because of his irreverent&lt;br /&gt;act; therefore God struck him down and he died there beside the Ark of&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;/i&gt;" Presumably God would have preferred the Ark to fall into the mud, but&lt;br /&gt;Uzzah paid the price here...poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENVY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Ten Commandments : "&lt;i&gt;You shall not bow down to them or worship&lt;br /&gt;them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God...&lt;/i&gt;" Says it all, really.&lt;br /&gt;We don't even need to look for the evidence here, as we get it straight&lt;br /&gt;from the horse's mouth (so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school Nativity Play is a good example : the Holy Spirit impregnating&lt;br /&gt;virgins... Naughty, naughty - randy old God. ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? Many theologians would say "To love and worship God".&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, God just can't be content unless He creates five billion souls&lt;br /&gt;for the specific purpose of telling him how great he is. That's lot of&lt;br /&gt;people. That's just plain gluttonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AVARICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he's let off this one - God has no need of money. Unfortunately his&lt;br /&gt;spokespeople, the televangelists, more than make up for this. Send me money&lt;br /&gt;and get to heaven! Either they're lying and just trying to get rich, or God&lt;br /&gt;actually does need money. Either way, it doesn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SLOTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Genesis again: "&lt;i&gt;By the seventh day God finished the work He had&lt;br /&gt;been doing; so on the seventh day He rested from all His work.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being omnipotent, god cannot get tired. If He has access to an infinite&lt;br /&gt;supply of energy (as we are led to believe), He could create a billion&lt;br /&gt;galaxies without so much as breaking into a sweat. It looks like He was&lt;br /&gt;just slobbing around...or am I being too literal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to Learn.&lt;br /&gt;A lot more to See.&lt;br /&gt;A lot more to Reflect on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-737947938821939271?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/737947938821939271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/sins-committed-by-god-according-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/737947938821939271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/737947938821939271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/sins-committed-by-god-according-to.html' title='Sins Committed By God According to the Bible'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-2811610018178779198</id><published>2008-04-23T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:01:32.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><title type='text'>Quotes/Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne185.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne204.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne166.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/7/BCqueen1115.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/BChatewaiting0103.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne16.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne17.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne1.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne2.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne11.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Copyright &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com"&gt;Pyzam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-2811610018178779198?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2811610018178779198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotessayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2811610018178779198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2811610018178779198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotessayings.html' title='Quotes/Sayings'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-9035555200713652063</id><published>2008-04-10T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:52:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has He Gone?</title><content type='html'>It's been almost two days since Jayvee &amp; I last talked. I wonder what's keeping my baby busy? How come he hasn't even left a single message? How come he hasn't called yet? I am so worried about him. I think I should give him a call and check if everything's alright. I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's my Summer Schooldays' Beginning Again. it's like Part 2 of Sumer. Hahaha. Well, goodluck then and Godbless to me. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-9035555200713652063?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/9035555200713652063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-has-he-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/9035555200713652063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/9035555200713652063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-has-he-gone.html' title='Where Has He Gone?'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-8566443208954634795</id><published>2008-04-08T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:00:22.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R_tMkzPCgyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kx6nqZegvBY/s1600-h/1_854254119l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R_tMkzPCgyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kx6nqZegvBY/s200/1_854254119l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186823590959547170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a kid then when he first caught my eye. I always felt butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him. He used to be shy, quiet and mysterious. He was my ultimate major crush and I would usually go out and pretend to buy something at the store just to see him. Sometimes, hoping to see him. And whenever I did, a smile would be etched on my face and my day was complete. I would often peer at the driveway checking if he's out with his friends. I was in my Sophomore Highschool when he left for Italy. It was one gloomy April 3rd and I felt terribly sad and lonely. He was leaving and never to return again. The good old days. I wonder why I never got to talk to him. I still remember the time when he played in one of the basketball leagues held in our neighborhood and I was there cheering for him. He played really good. There was this time when he passed by and he caught me looking at him. I saw him smile to himself. That was embarrassing. Yes he knew I liked him but that was all. &lt;br /&gt;Now he's back. I haven't seen him yet except for his back. He was wearing black yesterday. The people were glad to see him again. I wonder what's new? Haha. I'm sure glad to see him again. After quite sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-8566443208954634795?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8566443208954634795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8566443208954634795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8566443208954634795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-remember.html' title='I Still Remember'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R_tMkzPCgyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kx6nqZegvBY/s72-c/1_854254119l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-994462011475553261</id><published>2008-02-24T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:00:22.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t take my eyes off of you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frankie vallie'/><title type='text'>Can't Take My Eyes Off You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R8FsLXDD3kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IpN_q3K0t3o/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R8FsLXDD3kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IpN_q3K0t3o/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170532789619252802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak.&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say: OK&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say: It's OK&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say: OK&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alumni Rave Party 2008 yesterday and I went with my Highschool Friends. As usual I had a lot of fun even though it was a bit of a snoozer but it was fine coz I was with my baby. ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;*There was a dance number and bands played. The last who played was -ehem- The Euphonies/Euphony? Waha.. =D -sorry baby- Anyway, galing galing tlga ng baby ko. Wah! &lt;font color="red"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! ^_^ He dedicated the song above to me. Waaaaaaah! Shocks I dunno if he knows kung ganu kakilig yun. I was so touched and I feel so loved! Wahuhuh T_T I feel like crying. Tears of joy. Sweet din pla baby ko? Haha! =D Ah basta that was the best song he sang as in ten thumbs up! Haha! Dame nga niyang fans eh! Bah... Nalingat lang ako saglit andame ng nagvivideo?! AHEEM. Heehee. I'm so proud of Jayvee. &lt;br /&gt;*Another kilig moment... hmm when he was about to go onstage,he kissed me. Waaah. I was wishing for him to kiss me before he set his instruments and he did! Wah. How sweet. Super. Argg.. I miss my baby. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;*After they played, uhm to think na dalawa lng sila ni Rorenz na nagplay. Drums and Guitar lang... Lumapit yung ibang bands and congratulated him. Aw. &lt;br /&gt;*Nung sinabi ko na nakakainis dameng fans tpos dami pang nagtake ng video guess what he did? He looked at me and kissed me sa nose. Wah. HUHUHUHUHUHU. I love him so much. T_T ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;*I wonder when will we be together again. Amf. I miss him so much. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-994462011475553261?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/994462011475553261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/994462011475553261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/994462011475553261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Take My Eyes Off You'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/R8FsLXDD3kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IpN_q3K0t3o/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-2936947043692878514</id><published>2008-02-11T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:58:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Date On Valentines?</title><content type='html'>I wish we were back together. That's all I wish. I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe on Valentine's Day, I will get myself busy and do other stuffs that will hinder my longing for that someone special who left me empty handed with nothing but regrets. I wish he's doing fine. All I want is for him to be happy &amp; that's what love is for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-2936947043692878514?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2936947043692878514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-date-on-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2936947043692878514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2936947043692878514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-date-on-valentines.html' title='No Date On Valentines?'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-7324089775933375785</id><published>2008-02-10T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:01:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Things A Girl Would Die For</title><content type='html'>1. Touch her waist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give her your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her places.&lt;br /&gt;10. Let her be with you when you're with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back, tell her you love her more.&lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say they love her more than you, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say you love her when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she is beautiful, not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kiss her on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't ask her to buy you stuff. You buy her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;23. Tell her what feels good.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;25. Buy her stuff. Even small things count.&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't LIE to her.&lt;br /&gt;27. DON'T CHEAT ON HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. Take her anywhere she wants.&lt;br /&gt;29. Message her in the morning and tell her to have a good day at school/work and how much you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, and even though she doesn't need you be there so she'll know that she can always count on you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold you too.&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are alone, hold her close and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose, it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;34. While at the movies, put your arm around her. She will then automatically put her head on your shoulder. Then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;35. When she complains that her neck/shoulder hurts, massage it for her.&lt;br /&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart. Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other, grab her hand.&lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night.&lt;br /&gt;44. Always remind her how much you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excerpt From Baby G's Page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved everything. But I loved number 39. Aww.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-7324089775933375785?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7324089775933375785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/44-things-girl-would-die-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/7324089775933375785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/7324089775933375785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/44-things-girl-would-die-for.html' title='44 Things A Girl Would Die For'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-8467899907164231978</id><published>2008-02-10T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:55:26.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to every guy'/><title type='text'>To Every Guy</title><content type='html'>To every guy that has said, "Sex can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that has said, "You are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who has given her flowers just because he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that said he would die for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that cried in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that she cried in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that holds hands with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that kisses her with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who would give up his jacket for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that would give up his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that just wants to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that reaasured her that she was beautiful no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who told his secrets to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that believed in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that walked her to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that wasn't just trying to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that gave his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EVERY GUY THAT WOULD SIT AND WAIT FOR HER FOR HOURS JUST TO SEE HER FOR TEN MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who Loves their girl. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excerpt from Baby G's Page.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-8467899907164231978?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8467899907164231978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-every-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8467899907164231978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8467899907164231978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-every-guy.html' title='To Every Guy'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-2344283525715271071</id><published>2008-02-10T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:47:27.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if a girl cries for you'/><title type='text'>If A Girl Cries For You</title><content type='html'>if a girl cries in front of you, it&lt;br /&gt;means that she couldn't take it&lt;br /&gt;anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take her hand, she would stay&lt;br /&gt;with you for the rest of your life; if&lt;br /&gt;you let her go, she couldn't go back&lt;br /&gt;to being herself anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, Except in&lt;br /&gt;front of the person who she love the&lt;br /&gt;most, she becomes weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, only when she&lt;br /&gt;loves you the most, she puts down her&lt;br /&gt;ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you&lt;br /&gt;please hold her hands firmly, she's&lt;br /&gt;the one who would stay with you for&lt;br /&gt;the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;please dont give her up, maybe bcoz of&lt;br /&gt;your decision, you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;when she cries bcoz of you, Look into&lt;br /&gt;her eyes, Can u see and feel the pain and&lt;br /&gt;hurt she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure&lt;br /&gt;sincerity, Infront of you, And bcoz of&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak, She&lt;br /&gt;cries not bcoz she wants sympathy nor pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries, Because crying silently is no&lt;br /&gt;longer possible, the pain, hurt, and&lt;br /&gt;agony have become too big a burden to&lt;br /&gt;be kept inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sothink about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out 2 you, And&lt;br /&gt;all because of you, Its time to look&lt;br /&gt;back on wat u have done, Only you will&lt;br /&gt;know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it. Coz one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not do dis to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;You may regret for the rest of your&lt;br /&gt;life. Maybe in your life, she's the&lt;br /&gt;only one that love YOU the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-2344283525715271071?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2344283525715271071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-girl-cries-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2344283525715271071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2344283525715271071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-girl-cries-for-you.html' title='If A Girl Cries For You'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-8455233410353104972</id><published>2008-01-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:53:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><content type='html'>Aww.. T_T I am so happy. Finally we've solved the break-up problem. We were close to breaking up but we did not. A sense of relief had finally taken into place after long hours of undying mourning, painful agony and gajillion seconds of missing him. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him if there's any way we can talk it through without having cool-off and then he called me up and we talked it through. We figured things out, concluded some, elliminated some, and agreed upon some things worth agreeing upon. Waha. &lt;i&gt;Anu daw?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if we could start all over again and so, well, of course I wanted to... so I said YES. &lt;br /&gt;After some moments of silence... well, seconds of silence, we started to laugh again and he even teased me of crying on the phone. Armf. &gt;.&lt; He even imitated me. Amf. Haha. And so, I imitated him. Haha! Yupyup. He cried. Fair enuf huh? Hihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-8455233410353104972?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8455233410353104972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/together-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8455233410353104972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/8455233410353104972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/together-again.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-574275770760208027</id><published>2008-01-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:55:12.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Going Gets Tough, Well... Make It Easier!</title><content type='html'>So, finally... Panibagong yugto nanaman ng buhay ko ang natapos. Nawala ang isa sa mga taong minahal ko ng lubusan. Ngunit anong magagawa ko? Gnun eh. Anyway. Sino ko si Rizal? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he got tired of me and then that's it. The End. So what's gonna happen now? I dun have a fukcin clue. But, I am most likely to move on even though I don't have any idea whether he's coming back or not. As of now, we're ... uhm... how should I say it? &lt;u&gt;temporarily unavailable&lt;/u&gt;? or &lt;u&gt;temporarily off&lt;/u&gt;? What do you think? Haha! &lt;i&gt;sorry for the profanity&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the story and you decide who's the loser.&lt;br /&gt;+we called it off for some stupid, idiocratic and lame reason.&lt;br /&gt;+it's the &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;+he even asked me what has &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; done to me?&lt;br /&gt;+so much for being &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;girl&lt;/u&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;+he said he &lt;u&gt;likes&lt;/u&gt; her. and he &lt;font color="red"&gt; loves&lt;/font&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;+so who's the as$hole now? ME.&lt;br /&gt;+yes i am possessive. I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;+i was sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;+then he said I was right. He was &lt;tt&gt;getting tired&lt;/tt&gt; of me.&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;b&gt;WTF?!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;OUCH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+so now... what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Move On?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+that would be agonizingly hard but I guess I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point, I am no longer expecting him to come back. Even though I want to but I won't. I guess it would be better this way. If I push myself in him, and he's not even happy anymore with me, what's the use of being his girl and him being mine right? Am I making some point here? Even if it will kill me if ever he decides to leave, I will accept it wholeheartedly. Whatever his happiness is, it's mine as well. It's his decision, not mine. It's his life now, and maybe, just maybe, one day I will be removed from that space between his chest and mind. And so will he be in mine. &lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if ever he comes back, I hope it's for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"Never force anything on a beloved, not even love."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;br&gt;-diego odchimar&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-574275770760208027?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/574275770760208027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-going-gets-tough-well-make-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/574275770760208027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/574275770760208027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-going-gets-tough-well-make-it.html' title='When the Going Gets Tough, Well... Make It Easier!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-6677644876159995726</id><published>2008-01-12T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:03:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mania</title><content type='html'>And what a fun way to celebrate my me-time in the world of net?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is Saturday and it's "Me-Time". Yes. ^_^ I definitely love this day. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at four a.m and found myself alone downstairs. wtf? They didn't even bother waking me up? How rude! &gt;'( Anyway, so I got up and dragged myself upstairs into the bedroom, put on my earphones and listened to my iPod till I slept. Next thing I knew, it was 8 am. Good morning Kimmy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to reformat my pc again for the nth time. Finally, it worked. Thank goodness. And I am pretty much sure that it will breakdown sometime in the near future. Goodluck then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayvee's coming over today and hopefully, he doesn't forget the cds i asked for. Yey! I super miss my baby. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some loadful stuffs to do and I haven't started a thing. My motivation seems to be at rest for the meantime. Chemistry quiz, physics... I don't get a single formula he says. darn it. OT Portfolio.. wham! At least I'm done with RC Reporting and I had fun doing it. Or so I thought I did. I wasn't able to attend the Social Training Skills Seminar today. Wonder what they are doing right now. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently downloading an anti-virus and i hope it works for me. huhuhu T_T. I haven't downloaded Yahoo Messenger yet but I will. of course I will. What's a computer without YM right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my net connection is breaking. damn wifi. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously ill. This cough is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated my new year and Christmas yet but I will. I am just too lazy to do it. And right now, I am lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudlu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-6677644876159995726?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6677644876159995726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/6677644876159995726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/6677644876159995726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-mania.html' title='Saturday Mania'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-5800422050321364566</id><published>2007-11-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:53:17.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Over It</title><content type='html'>There are times when a single mistake leads to multiple consequences. One second you were fine and the next, you bleed. Now it will take forever for it to heal. No doctors can ever cure nor stitch the wound. No drugs nor alcohol for it to be soluble. Not even time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cool-off kami. T_T Ouch. It's just like breaking up right? There's no such thing as &lt;i&gt;cool-off&lt;/i&gt;. So, I called it quits. Well, it was not my intention to break up with him. He made me do it. So I did. I cried. It made my eyes puffy. Awfully puffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Went to Kwi-Yeom's hub and prepared the surprise party for Rain. She liked it. I had a little fun. At least I did. A part of me missed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I miss him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-5800422050321364566?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5800422050321364566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-are-times-when-single-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5800422050321364566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5800422050321364566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-are-times-when-single-mistake.html' title='I&apos;m Not Over It'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-2712010477500603874</id><published>2007-11-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:08:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You Don't Give Me A Reason to Hold On,&lt;br /&gt;But I Don't Find A Reason to Let Go"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Andaming problems na binigay sa akin ni pareng life. Grabeh. Kulang na lang kausapin ko sarili ko sa harap ng mundo. Pero gaya nga ng paniniwala ko, aalis din yan. Haha. Tatawa na lang ako para kahit papano di naman ako maging bitter masyado. Ryt? Aun nga. Sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Regarding my &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;lovelife&lt;/font&gt;? Well, as usual, it &lt;s&gt;SUCKS&lt;/s&gt;. Grabe, kaya nya pala kong tiisin ng gnun na lang! Shit. As in literal na tae. Di man lang niya ko itext (&lt;i&gt;although malamang baka inisip niya rin na wala siyang mapapala kasi di rin ako magrereply&lt;/i&gt;). It's been two days since we last talked to each other. Tumawag siya kagabi pero sabi ko sabihin tulog na ko. Kanina din tumawag daw siya sabi ni Gina nung nasa scul pa ko. Malamang wala pa talga ko dba? Ayun nga.. Grabe. Ang natanggap ko lang isang pirasong message sa Friendster&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;. Etoh ang sabe niya:&lt;br /&gt;              "I love you pa rin. Wag mo na kasi ipaalala yung nakaraan."&lt;br /&gt;So, P*$^$&amp;* I*#! Mahal niya pa din?!?! Fine. Lalo lang niya kong sinasaktan. Ayoko na talga. Kakausapin ko para matapos na. Kelan? Di ko pa sure. Ayoko pa siyang kausapin nayayamot lang ako. Gusto ko ng mag move-on pero wala pang closure. Kailangan ng closure! Mahirap pero kakayanin. Take two na naman eh. Mejo immune na cguro ko kaya kaya yun! Dati nga nakaya ko eh. Ngayon pa. Haha! Tawa na lang tayo! Yehey! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~School stuffs, well, the only reason why I attend my classes is the fact that I HAVE to. Yeah. And that fact sucks. Why does everything have to suck!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Umuulan ulan nanaman... ang sapatos ko inaalala ko. Hehe. Kawawa naman kasi. Yung payong ko sira pero nagagamit pa. Bibili nanaman ako ng bago. Hay nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nag-away kami ni Tar. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ang sarap dito sa bahay. Sana lagi na lang akong nsa bahay. Kahit mga isang taon lng. Buhay batugan muna. Hahahha! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~At huling huli sa lahat... &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVE ON KIMMI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-2712010477500603874?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2712010477500603874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-dont-give-me-reason-to-hold-on-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2712010477500603874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/2712010477500603874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-dont-give-me-reason-to-hold-on-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-1663194929720268332</id><published>2007-11-19T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:36:36.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WALK TO REMEMBER BA?</title><content type='html'>Hokei time-out. Isang buwan at dalawang araw na ang lumilipas kung titignan mo ang huling limbag sa blog na toh. Teka, bakit ba ko nagtatagalog? Isipin mo na lng, mala-Bob Ong ang style ko ngayon dahil ininspire niya ko sa mga sinulat niya. At sa mga susunod pang mga araw, linggo, buwan at taon... Baka mag-Tagalog ako. Yehey! =D&lt;br /&gt;Una sa lahat, marami ang nangyari. Marami ang istorya, maraming issues.&lt;br /&gt;~May mga bagyong dumaan na hindi mo man lng nalaman. Binaha ang USTe, lumusong ako sa baha, nabasa ang bago kong sapatos kung kaya't pinalitan ko toh ulit. Sa kasamaang palad, Bumagyo ulit, kaya ang bago kong sapatos lumambot ulit. Pero hanggang ngayon, ginagamit ko pa din siya. Ang tibay nga eh. Binabalak ko ulit bumili ng sapatos pero baka matagalan pa. Wala akong budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ayoko talaga ang school year na toh. Hindi ko gusto mga subjects ko. Puro na lng Math. Eh di sana nag-Engineering na lang ako o kaya Archi diba?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sa kabutihang palad, wala naman akong naibagsak. Salamat kay Lord. Utang ko yun sa kanya. At ngayong 2nd sem, sana naman wala ulit. Baka singilin na ko ni Lord. HaLa lagot tayo jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kaninang ChemLab, nagquiz kami. As usual, wala nanamang silbi yung G-Tec ko. Nasayang lang yung tinta. Malamang bumagsak nanaman ako sa 2nd quiz na yon. Gaya ng una. Yahu. Yey. Gow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nung ChemLec naman gnun din. Nahirapan ako sa quiz. Bakit ba kasi di ako nag-aral. Yan tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Di ako pumasok ng Theology. Kasama ko sila Jera at Tar sa Asturias at kumain sa Jabi. May ginawa din kami dun. Libangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pagkatapos namin kumain, bumili kami ng kung anu-ano sa Miranda. at napagdesisyunang maglibang muli. Yehey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maaga kaming pinalayas ng mga prof sa ChemLab. May experiment kami sa susunod na pagkikita. At ako ang napiling reporter. Kamusta naman yun ha?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sabay sabay kaming umuwi nila Kwi-Yeom, Jera at Rain. Bumaba sa Kwi-Yeom at Jera sa Gilmore tapos si Rain sa Gateway. Naiwan ako. Santolan pa kasi baba ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pagdating sa Santolan, sumakay akong jip at isa pang jip. Yehey nakauwi rin. Walang kwentang araw. Naiinis ako kasi lagi na lang niya kong sinasaktan. Hinaahayaan ko naman? Sino ba namang tanga ako diba? Engot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KUNG MAHAL MO PA SIYA, THEN GO. YOU ARE MORE THAN FREE TO GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-1663194929720268332?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1663194929720268332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/hokei-time-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1663194929720268332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1663194929720268332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/11/hokei-time-out.html' title='A WALK TO REMEMBER BA?'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-4151224175020848903</id><published>2007-10-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:37:53.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Monthsary --- Happy Birthday! ^_^</title><content type='html'>It was our 1st Month as couples last October 18, 2007. And it turned out to be fun and definitely good. ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;1st, we went to Prudential Life to fix his College Issues then after that we went to Robinson's Galleria to stroll. Yep. We were by far the earliest people there aside from the security guards, salesladies, janitors, staffs.. etc. blah blah blah. Haha. So, after wasting some precious 20 minutes or so, we decided to go to Megamall instead. It's cheaper and well, I dunno, haha. At least there's a lot more people there than the latter. Haha. =D &lt;br /&gt;In Megamall, we went to check what time will Chuck &amp; Larry be showing. 12:30pm. So, again, stroll ... stroll ... stroll ... Made fun of some people who pass us by, laughed hysterically, felt hungry, held hands. Aww. Darn. So, at last, showtime!&lt;br /&gt;We went to buy in McDonald's and Dulcinea for food. Baon! Haha! The show wasn't starting yet and we already finished 2 large fries! So takaw! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;The movie was funny, and good. But what made it the best was the fact that I was with him, in that moviehouse, holding hands, watching together and knowing how much we love each other. Yeah. I know you'll say it's just our 1st month together and you might even antagonize how we feel and yadah yadah blah blah blah but still, we are bounded by what we feel so back your stupid ass off my blog if you please! &lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, yes we do love each other. And I certainly hope it will last forever. I'll prove it to you. Mark my words. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-4151224175020848903?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4151224175020848903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-monthsary-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4151224175020848903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4151224175020848903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-monthsary-happy-birthday.html' title='1st Monthsary --- Happy Birthday! ^_^'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-3592301091081321731</id><published>2007-10-21T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:20:35.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far, so good. Everything went according to plans. I passed all my subjects and I am so glad to have accomplished that &amp; I certainly hope that this will go on till I graduate. It had been a bad start but then again, everything can be fixed. If it's to be, then it's up to me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what were the subjects I had? Here's a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Year - 1st Sem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoology Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoology Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Year - 2nd Sem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigonometry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wherein I failed two subjects and took summer lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Year - 1st Sem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developmental Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy &amp; Physiology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inorganic Chemistry Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inorganic Chemistry Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine Government &amp; Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Development in Occupational Therapy Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Development in Occuaptional Therapy Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations in OT Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations in OT Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSTP - LTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this coming 2nd sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Year - 2nd Sem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio-Organic Chemistry Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio-Organic Chemistry Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations in OT 2 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations in OT 2 Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E w/c I don't have any idea what to get yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSTP - LTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so, I hope I'd do well again and pass this sem. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-3592301091081321731?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3592301091081321731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3592301091081321731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3592301091081321731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-far-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-7630589108193858347</id><published>2007-09-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:28:19.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Legality of the Illegal</title><content type='html'>Finally God started a new chapter of my life. My story's twists and turns are really shocking and breathtaking. &lt;i&gt;Whew!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I woke up and found something really shocking. &lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at around 7am but decided to finally curl up my knees and step those feet of mine on the chilly floor. The phone rang and I didn't bother answering it yet I had the hunch that it was for me. So, I went down still rubbing my eyes and saw my mom on the phone. ^_^ Oh, it's my stepdad. The last thing I heard was "&lt;i&gt;she's still sleeping&lt;/i&gt;" so I thought, &lt;i&gt;he's asking about me.. hihi&lt;/i&gt;. So upon seeing me, my mom told to the one she was talking to that I was awake already and handed me the phone. So I was like, darn. I said hello. And I even blurted out &lt;i&gt;po?&lt;/i&gt;. My mom's left eyebrow went up. "&lt;i&gt;po? what the hell are you talking about?"&lt;/i&gt;. Hokei. That puzzled me. I thought I was talking to my stepdad then suddenly, the person on the other line talked. Whoops. Wrong guy. It was Jayvee. Damn. That really gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that my mom messaged her asking if we were together so he decided to call and viola! He told her that we were! How inconsiderate! ~_~ He didn't even think of what my mom's reaction would be nor how she'd deal with it! Damn. But! Good thing God's craftmanship worked! He is so great. What a great author. Provider. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom is okay with it. And we are hereby declared: &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEGAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; beyond reasonable doubt. Waha. Hanu daw? Haha. I really can't believe myself that finally, we were. And we are! Haha. Waaaaah It's so unexpected. So, we are hoping that everything would go fine and smooth. Hoping for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-7630589108193858347?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7630589108193858347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/legality-of-illegal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/7630589108193858347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/7630589108193858347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/legality-of-illegal.html' title='The Legality of the Illegal'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-5287336812797225950</id><published>2007-09-21T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:16:41.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaring the Net in Main Lib</title><content type='html'>Wahaha. Geez. I am here right now in UST Main Lib 2nd Flr. Wasting time waiting in vain for my baby's dismissal. Ho-ho. And I am not supposed to be writing blogs. Haha! =D This is &lt;b&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/b&gt;! Lagoot. This place is for &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Research Purposes Only&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and if the Lady catches me, definitely, I'm dead. Anyway, it's been a fine week and I'm looking forward to weekend! Hiyahu! =D Resting time! ^_^ *&lt;i&gt;sigh*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;The clock is ticking and I only have 10 more minutes before the lady calls my number and kicks me out of here. Heheheee. GTG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-5287336812797225950?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5287336812797225950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/soaring-net-in-main-lib.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5287336812797225950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5287336812797225950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/soaring-net-in-main-lib.html' title='Soaring the Net in Main Lib'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-553851728001966557</id><published>2007-09-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:29:11.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>`I walked all the way from &lt;u&gt;Legarda&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;u&gt;UST&lt;/u&gt; together with Mr. Sun. I call myself stupid. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;`I had PE today and the heat just irritated me plus the sweat dripping all over my sticky body. Speaking of grime. &lt;i&gt;Ugh&lt;/i&gt;. I'm in &lt;font color="green"&gt;Green&lt;/font&gt; Team, Number &lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So, we were the first to play and we battled with the Monsters of the &lt;font color="red"&gt;Red&lt;/font&gt; Team. They were so good. Oh, the ball hit me on the forehead. How nice is that? Geez. Then after that super hot game, Dark &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Blue&lt;/font&gt; vs. the &lt;font color="maroon"&gt;Maroon&lt;/font&gt; Team. And then, our team again. Wow! Just when the sun is enjoying himself. We lost by one point from the Royal &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Blue&lt;/font&gt; Team. &lt;i&gt;Tsk&lt;/i&gt;. Too bad. Well, at least it was a close one.&lt;br /&gt;`After PE, Jera, Lee-O and I went to Dapitan then back to the campus. I ordered Cheeseburger Go Big Time in well, &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;McDo&lt;/font&gt; then went straight home. I rode the train.&lt;br /&gt;`And now, viola! I'm in my world again! Ho-ho. Waiting for someone. Aww. Damn I miss him so much. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-553851728001966557?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/553851728001966557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-manic-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/553851728001966557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/553851728001966557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-1451193554205172297</id><published>2007-09-09T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:16:49.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>I waited for his call last night.&lt;br /&gt;He called thrice yesterday but too bad I was at school.&lt;br /&gt;So, that night I waited yet no call.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep and the next thing I knew, someone was waking me up and telling me to go upstairs and sleep. Damn. I never thought he could hold on that long.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sad that he could. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I can't seem to figure out where in the world he is.&lt;br /&gt;No sign of him since last night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-1451193554205172297?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1451193554205172297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1451193554205172297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/1451193554205172297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-5289089173700554660</id><published>2007-09-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:00:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/RuOQQgWE5EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCYnhbFHCy8/s1600-h/emolovefw2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/RuOQQgWE5EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCYnhbFHCy8/s320/emolovefw2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108085015603110978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want someone who will never get tired of loving me no matter how hard-headed I become&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon. Chilly night. A sad face alongside. A burden deep inside. Confused thoughts &amp; emotions. The things I discerned while sitting at the terrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was dark and it felt like it's gonna pour the earth's weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the clouds to let go of the heavy raindrops, for it might wash away the tears that are trapped on those tiny ducts that never ran out of salty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't, it only left a clammy and soggy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of wanting and needing for the drops to pour but hesitant of getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep words can't seem to express the jumbled emotions and thoughts inside my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shallow but far too complicated to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was heavy laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon stared at me, pouring out the cries I longed to let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pitied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes wanted to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving him was like glancing on the mirror every second but not able to recognize what it sees. My soul can't seem to figure out what he really is and it's killing me. My heavy laden heart is slowly malfunctioning. Please don't let it die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-5289089173700554660?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5289089173700554660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5289089173700554660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/5289089173700554660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/down-under.html' title='Down Under'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/RuOQQgWE5EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCYnhbFHCy8/s72-c/emolovefw2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-4987856858658484386</id><published>2007-09-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:14:50.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the One I Love</title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed of you. I dunno if i have the right to get mad or whatever, but I think i will make sense later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If a guy really loves you, he will never run out of reasons to keep you as much as possible beside him"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But how come you're the contrary? Or am I just exaggerating things? But nooo. ~_~ It's just sad that right now, you are enjoying yourself with your band, your friends while I sulk in the tiny corner of this room typing my heart out. Now I'm starting to set my barrier. And if things don't change, if you would still be that same child (which you are right now), I think it's time for me to really give it up. I know it's hard but if that's what's gonna make it just then I'd rather stay single. I know i've promised things and you did the same as well, but what's the use if we wouldn't help each other out? I want you to act as a young adult. I want you to realize that people get old. We grow older every second and as much as we may want to stay young forever, we can't. We simply have to face the fact that good things never seem to last and this relationship is in grave danger. I am serious when I am silent. If I don't talk, it means I'm hurt. If I tell you I've got things to do, it means get lost. A woman's mind is very diverse and cloudy. Compared to men, yes we are very much different and that's what's bothering this relationship. I don't want to lose you but I am starting to get tired. I'm starting to get tired of always having to understand you, of always having to say everything is alright, of always having to be the one to understand. A woman wants to be loved. I want to be loved. I want someone who is mature enough to think for himself, act for himself and decide for himself. Now, if you can't do those things, please tell me so I won't be holding on to something which I can't actually have. &lt;br /&gt;Even the thought of you not bothering to call before you play. It hurts. Everything hurts! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-4987856858658484386?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4987856858658484386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-one-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4987856858658484386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/4987856858658484386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-one-i-love.html' title='To the One I Love'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-3413540608558113468</id><published>2007-09-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:41:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And the way you cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive your car&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb crazy jokes&lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much that it makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;It even makes me rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Even worse when you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you didn't call&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you&lt;br /&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-3413540608558113468?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3413540608558113468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3413540608558113468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/3413540608558113468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115788929859737357</id><published>2006-09-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:54:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST's Crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;UST's Crown&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Wow. Okay. Once again, for the 5th consecutive time, UST bagged the UAAP Cheering Competition. CONGRATULATIONS to the Salinggawi Dance Troupe and to all Thomasians! Another triumphant success!!! They've brought home the bacon! I am so proud to be a Thomasian! Well, what can we do? UST is the creme dela creme of the event. Isn't it?! Haha. Anyway, i had the feeling. Hihi. Looking forward to next year's momentuous event. Hopefully they'll win the crown. For the 6th time. God Bless Thomasians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115788929859737357?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115788929859737357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/usts-crown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115788929859737357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115788929859737357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/usts-crown.html' title='UST&apos;s Crown'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115777635304926930</id><published>2006-09-09T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:35:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Philippines Dying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is the Philippines Dying?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006. Omg. Is the Philippines really dying?! With all these &lt;u&gt;debacles&lt;/u&gt;, cataclysms, &lt;b&gt;deluges&lt;/b&gt;, what is wrong with her? With her people? It's so not doing any good to us. We are dying together with her. The economy's so down, that we, her people, are becoming so pitiful,. So helpless. We are a complete and &lt;i&gt;ignominious&lt;/i&gt; failure. tsktsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;Oil Spill&lt;/u&gt; thingie. Such a shame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Captain! My Captain!&lt;br&gt;Your fearful trip is done, the ship has sunk, 2 men are gone,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ship is lost, the news i hear, the people are furious.&lt;br&gt;But O Heart! Heart! Heart!&lt;br&gt; O the bleeding drops of oil, &lt;br&gt;where on the seafloor the ship lies, sunken cold and dead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Captain! My Captain!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all your nuckin fault!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been so careless,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just followed the rules,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water would still be blue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for you they call, the furious mass, their their maddened faces turning;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Captain dear sh1t! Clean up your mess! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've painted Mother Earth with Black!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! She's weeping you've made her sad!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And us so mad!&lt;br&gt; And so i name you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Persona non grata&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to jail you fusshole!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shitah! O Captain Shitah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the &lt;u&gt;Nursing Board Exam Leakage&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt; (good thing i ain't a Nursing stud) Now, here's a shoutout to all who did the mess!&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sorry to say, but you are so nuckin pathetic! You loser, bastard, fool, ill-bred, bogus!! You are such a parasite! A bias! A shame! Misery! Your life, you wasted it! You know-nothing, bigoted sucker! Don't you have a mother?! How about a soul?! Or perhaps a heart then?! You've created a billowing anger in me! Obviously isn't it?! Before, i used to say, &lt;i&gt;"Wow! She's a nurse! She made it! She won the fight! The nerve - wracking subjects, she made it!"&lt;/i&gt; But now... &lt;s&gt;Sorry&lt;/s&gt;! You've made yourselves pathetic and barren! You demolished your reputation, &lt;b&gt;Our&lt;/b&gt; reputation! The &lt;b&gt;Filipino's Reputation!&lt;/b&gt; And now, Karma's taking vengeance. You should be banished, expelled, outlawed, ostracized, black listed from all countries! Ok, as sympathy, not all. An exception to Bangladesh. Haha! Go nurses! Grab the nuckin opportunity! It's what you want right?! To work abroad and earn money?! GO! Haha! You all are nuckin futs! Fussholes! But! To all nurses who were &lt;b&gt;oh-so-honest&lt;/b&gt; I salute you all! God bless and don't let &lt;u&gt; them&lt;/u&gt;- the ill-bred nurses to enrapture your souls. I ain't bluntly inconsiderate that's why i am proud of you. Sorry for being such a bluff but i just wanted to let it all out! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; *Let's not be Chagrins*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115777635304926930?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115777635304926930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-philippines-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115777635304926930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115777635304926930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-philippines-dying.html' title='Is the Philippines Dying?'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115716711259444044</id><published>2006-09-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:18:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Val's 18th Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after exams, i went to Val's 18th Birthday Bash in Jollibee. hihi. Ang cute.. haha. Pero before nun,  i was in super deep shit. I was nosebleeding during our Zoology Lab prelims. Ampness. I think i did not do well in it. The fact that i did not study hard. Mea Culpa. Then during lunch time, Rain and i went to Gateway to haunt for a simple gift for Val. And good thing we found this chocolate thingie na super cute.. so we decided to buy it. Then we bumped into Ced and Ivan. They were going din pla. Before pla nmin mahanap yung choco chorva na yun, we went to Sm Shoemart pa and then back to Gateway. Hahah. Muntik pa kming masagasaan.. Kamusta naman yun? Green Light pla. Hahaha. Then nagtext c James sunod daw ciang Gateway. So we ate at Dimsum n Dumplings. After that dumating na c Val and di na natuloy yung movie marathon nila kc 4pm pa yung start so we just decided to stroll muna just to kill time. nagpunta cla sa Adidas na super namemorize ko na ata every apparel na nandun.. kaya cr nlng tyo Rain.. haha. When we came back to the store andun na c James. Kumpleto na. After VAL went shopping, she treated us sa Go Nuts Donuts. Hehe. Nagkahiyaan pa. Sus.. Hihihi. then sa carpark and Jollibee here we come!!!!!! So, it was super fun. Esp. the games. kahit konti lng kmeng umatend it was a blast. Cmpre nkuha nmen yung Invisible Ink Pen.. Hahah! Anyway, looking forward to the next celebrant.. may it be in McDo, KFc, or A&amp;W... basta, i shall come! Hehe. Ako kaya san?! Hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115716711259444044?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115716711259444044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/vals-18th-birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115716711259444044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115716711259444044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/09/vals-18th-birthday-bash.html' title='Val&apos;s 18th Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115469277728163297</id><published>2006-08-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:59:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. oh it comes in different packages. small, &lt;h3&gt;big&lt;/h3&gt;, easy to handle, hard to get over with, crazy, simple and alot more. every person in this planet earth, whether you like it or not, has a lot of problems. too bad, it comes with the package. you just have to learn how to deal with it in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have u ever thought that the problems you have, that you think are soo big, can't even compare to the problems that many people are experiencing right now.i mean we complain of having &lt;u&gt;no brand new shoes&lt;/u&gt; and all of those stuff but some people dont even have any feet. i think that is soo lame. when i see people that are less unfortunate than i am, i feel terrible for complaining soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be all content with the things that we have. well, it's nature for us humans to feel that way but i do hope that one of these days, we would come to a realization and learn to thank God for giving us a better life and not having to go through what the less unfortunate ones have been through ryt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115469277728163297?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115469277728163297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115469277728163297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115469277728163297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115410365696873517</id><published>2006-07-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:20:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Once again, Mr. Insomnia's in my crib trying to&lt;br /&gt;keep me awake and he actually won. I told him not to come but he persisted&lt;br /&gt;and now he's sitting beside me sipping a cup of coffee and he seems to enjoy it. Want some? Don't&lt;br /&gt;worry it's Latte. &lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I just so happen to realize how i've missed my PC.&lt;br /&gt;Damn how time flies. And now, my cellphone needs &lt;b&gt;Adenosine Triphosphate&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. Maybe i should give him Latte as well don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Now my super Red eyes fell on the messy spot on a table.&lt;br /&gt;A pile of books, corkboard, pcs. of craps, pens with and without tints&lt;br /&gt;a green scissor, a wallet, and my Latte.&lt;br /&gt;A picturesque of the smokey mountain flashed before my eyes. Whoah! Hyperbole. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the clock snoring like hell. Geez he does that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why he never loses ATP. He does actually but it takes like a zillion decades&lt;br /&gt;before he actually breaks down and freeze. And my cellphone keeps on whining.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's still up. His hiphop  songs are getting in my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Sucks. *turns on the media player&lt;br /&gt;- Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional* That's bettter.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i remember, i have to do something. TTYL then. Ciao. Anyyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115410365696873517?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115410365696873517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115410365696873517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115410365696873517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115270188966818341</id><published>2006-07-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:58:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Nick of Time</title><content type='html'>Misery. Misery. Misery. I am not so sure why but i think it is. Or so i thought i did? Anyway, don't wanna think about it. So, i was able to catch up on my Sociology class but i was late. It was pouring hard outside and i was so drenched. My skirt is a total mess. My hair still wet coz of Ms. Rain who didn't give a damn whether she was doing good for the sake of other people especially me who just so happened to curse her already. So much for her dirty lil deeds. So after Sociology, classes got suspended. Great timing huh? In the nick of time, i was able to catch up for the suspension of classes. Dammit. I went to school just to witness the joyous applaud of the Thomasian crowd due to the &lt;i&gt;oh-so-great&lt;/i&gt; suspension of classes. Yihaa.. Wh0oh0o! Great! Blah blah.. Whatever. So, what do you expect me to do? Well, i once again cursed Ms. Rain for the &lt;i&gt;very great&lt;/i&gt; news. &lt;u&gt;Thanks Ms. Rain&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;You &lt;s&gt;SUCK&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, at least i got home early. &lt;b&gt;Without rain&lt;/b&gt;. Haha! P.E tomorrow?! Great! Hopefully, Ms. Rain works hard! Hahah! Flood Manila Ms. Rain! Get those jerky tears working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115270188966818341?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115270188966818341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-nick-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115270188966818341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115270188966818341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-nick-of-time.html' title='In the Nick of Time'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115227412180867719</id><published>2006-07-07T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:08:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>The day is finally going to an end. After all that happened in school. Thank God it's Friday. Now, i'm having a hard time typing coz of the lame keyboard this stupid cafe has. Yes i am in a cafe coz my very wonderful pc is down. I just hope that it wouldn't require a re-installing process coz i'm in a heap of trouble if that's going to happen. tsktsk. Wish me luck. Har! Anyway, i am so missing my PC. *sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell what happened in school. I woke up early. Around 5a.m and left home at around 6.30 am and of course went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;UST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Hai. I just love USTE. Haha. I took the long exam in Zoology which was a bit ok except for the latter part. LOL. Had a report in Sociology which was done by my pretty friend Czarina. Actually, i am  A lecture in English. And at last, Lunch came and had a very heavy meal. Baked Mac with garlic bread which was uhm... not that crunchy. hehe. During Algebra, i wasn't listening. My mind is in another world. A world of &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Literature wasn't that bad. In fact it was so cool and funny. Had a good laugh with my blockmates. And of course the most awaited part... &lt;em&gt;tadah!&lt;/em&gt; Philippine History! Coz that was the time when i ditched school. Actually that's for a subject. I went home already. And now, I wrote this. That's it. End of the story. Goodbye. Haha. &lt;em&gt;it's hard to fall for someone who doesn't feel the same way like you do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115227412180867719?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115227412180867719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-god-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115227412180867719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115227412180867719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115167280453917750</id><published>2006-06-30T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:06:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...if love is blind, i'll find my way with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;...if love is blind, i'll find my way with you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that line just caught my attention. I was fiddling my notes, cramming, and in the verge of tears when suddenly the radio played this music. It's quite senti. Anyway, college life has been a burden &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; i'm inspired. Haha! Connection? Ewan. Hahaha. So as i was saying a while ago, the line thingie... actually it's dedicated to someone but of course i'd rather keep it to myself. Let's just say his name's &lt;i&gt;Alter&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! Funny! Anway, kilig. Harhar! *wish you were here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115167280453917750?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115167280453917750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-love-is-blind-ill-find-my-way-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115167280453917750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115167280453917750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-love-is-blind-ill-find-my-way-with.html' title='...if love is blind, i&apos;ll find my way with you.'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-115000240000164543</id><published>2006-06-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:06:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Battle of the Bands&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howkie. Time-out. I just had the &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; day ever! That was &lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;. I attended the Battle of the Bands wherein 19 Bands competed against each other and they were really amazing. lots of them played their own composition. Which was cool. The emcee was &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Jimmy Hendrix&lt;/font&gt;. (Shame on you if you don't know him.) But anywayz, he was pretty good. Though i nearly lost my hearing, i managed to get it back afterwards. So, what i was after was of course... none other than &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Pupil&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! And they came late. But it was worth the wait! Haha! ;D I saw his son. He looks just like him. Of course his wife. HIs bandmates. yani Yuzon who was so funny. Ely who was... uhmm a bit &lt;u&gt;snobbish,&lt;/u&gt; i guess. Yup he was. Just what his wife told me. Haha! I even got to be close their son. He was soo adorable. Charming. Cute. Haha. I remember his wife telling me : "Underage pa yan..." Haha. ;D She was so nice. and i wouldn't leave without accomplishing my task! Sounds like Mission : Impossible 4 - an autograph of ELY. But, hey! I got one! Wo0ho0! Mission: ACCOMPLISHED! Btw, they performed "Nasaan Ka", "She Talks", "Dianetic", and... "Alapaap" though it was &lt;i&gt;nakakabitin&lt;/i&gt; It was worth it. Next time: Album signing! Oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-115000240000164543?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/115000240000164543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/06/battle-of-bands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115000240000164543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/115000240000164543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/06/battle-of-bands.html' title='Battle of the Bands'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-114648266971220727</id><published>2006-05-01T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:24:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Summer &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;One month and a half to go before the start of a new voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;COLLEGE!&lt;/font&gt; Classes start on &lt;b&gt;June 14th 2k6&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda nervous to be honest. But i definitely know that i can manage and survive&lt;br /&gt;college as any other &lt;i&gt;college-graduate&lt;/i&gt; has ever done.&lt;br /&gt;So last April 21st, i went to UST and enrolled myself. And for Christ's sake&lt;br /&gt;it was a very heavy burden! What i went through was a tough one I'm tellin' you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that i just have to proceed to Medicine bldg. and transact my &lt;br /&gt;business there but i was way too wrong. I actually went in to &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; buildings!&lt;br /&gt;The first one was the College of Rehab Science, and the second one was the &lt;br /&gt;Seminary Building which was FYI on the other side of the lot. A long walk from&lt;br /&gt;where i was. Geez. But anyway, I saw a friend. I made a friend with this girl&lt;br /&gt;whom i forgot asking her name. She was from Laco Mendiola. We both knew this one person&lt;br /&gt;but never mind. She was nice. I liked her. Too bad we belong to different courses.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. Anyway, Nemi droppped by last April 26th i think. He came from Lourdes&lt;br /&gt;and plays Soccer there. Aun, &lt;i&gt;dinamayan ko&lt;/i&gt;. I feel bad for him. Basta, it's&lt;br /&gt;a bit confidential i think so let's leave it from here. Period. I miss ELY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-114648266971220727?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/114648266971220727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114648266971220727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114648266971220727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-114120066924100496</id><published>2006-03-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:11:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Highschool Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Making the Best of my Highschool Days&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HIghschool Days would soon be over and i am feeling kind of BLUE. OH my. I remembered waking up this morning all the happiness flushed out of me. The first thing i thought of was the fact that sooner or later, i would be wearing (together with my batchmates and barkada) my &lt;i&gt;toga&lt;/i&gt; and that makes me hysterical and scared. I am afraid to go on with my journey, to go on to the next chapter of my life, &lt;b&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/b&gt;. I am afraid to leave my &lt;i&gt;barkada&lt;/i&gt; whom i treated as my brothers and sisters. I am afraid to leave all of them. I'm afraid to go on without the bestest and most special person without my side, without him to guide and help me grow. I will miss YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-114120066924100496?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/114120066924100496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-highschool-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114120066924100496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114120066924100496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-highschool-days.html' title='My Highschool Days'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-114026493678790784</id><published>2006-02-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:15:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Last PROM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahryt. First of all, i would like to congratulate &lt;u&gt;Myself&lt;/u&gt; for having an ULTRAelectroMAGNETICfantastic PROM!I had the &lt;font color="red"&gt;BEST&lt;/font&gt; Prom ever! Why? It's simply because of my &lt;u&gt;prom date&lt;/u&gt;. Yup! Sobrang happy ako and i dunno how to explain it. Mixed emotions again. Hay. Sad to say, my first dance wasn't my date but "hubby". Tsktsk. Though that was only for about one minute? Haha. Nagsayaw pa? Anyway, he passed me to Nemi and then, as if heaven heard my prayers, someone caught my hand and guess who?! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;n_n&lt;/font&gt; It was my Prom Date. Hmm.. probably you ARE wonderin' who could &lt;u&gt;HE&lt;/u&gt; be? Ok Ok.. Cge i'll introduce him. His name is &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Louis&lt;/font&gt;. Happy? Grrr.. baka mabasa nya pa toh. Kakahiya. Aun, cmpre cia rin Last dance ko and that was the most &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; part. Haha. Sobrang ewan. I dunno kung mattouch ako, malulungkot, kikiligin, maiiyak, maiinis or what?! Mixed emotions tlga... Wahai. Cmpre while dancing dba you talk to your partner? Aun, we talked. Haha. Cmpre i won't tell what we talked about noh. Akin na lng yun. Hehe. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;^_^&lt;/font&gt; I am so gonna miss Proms. Hopefully, our barkada outing would be granted. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;T_T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-114026493678790784?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/114026493678790784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114026493678790784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/114026493678790784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/prom.html' title='PROM'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113948681023384920</id><published>2006-02-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:55:38.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaankz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basic Archetypes'/><title type='text'>My First and Last Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My First and Last Highschool Retreat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reatreats are so cool. Even though mine was just good for 2 days and 1 night, still, i had a &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of fun. Yup. It was so super fantabulous! Hihi. ok ok, i admit. I am once again &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;overreacting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;but who cares anyway? Just read my god damned blog. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt; So, as i was saying, this retreat will definitely be remembered by me. Here are the &lt;b&gt;REASONS&lt;/b&gt; why it &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROCKS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;JAANKZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;alm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sub&gt; was &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; complete. If Mac wasn't absent then it would've been much fun. *sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;oseph&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;ris&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;rny&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;emi&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;imm&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Z&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;ara&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;lyssa&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;ouis&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sub&gt;ac&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Me and Arny got to be roommates at Room &lt;font color="red"&gt;7&lt;/font&gt; where they say a ghost seems to linger around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Ghost stories with the others. Bonded with the others and told ghost stories among each other. &lt;br /&gt;+ The girls got to &lt;b&gt; sneak&lt;/b&gt; from the deadly guard of the rooms. Hahaha! We spent the entire night there at the Boys' Dormitory telling ghost stories, and tales of the so-called &lt;i&gt; aswang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got rvitalized, renewed and enlightened by the priest. He was a good preacher though i wasn't that convinced but he was &lt;u&gt; cool&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ The &lt;i&gt; takutans&lt;/i&gt; among the girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Of course the &lt;b&gt;Fo0d&lt;/b&gt;!!! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got to be in my peer's table. We were only 6there. The others were with the other groups. Too bad but it was ok. Hehe. At least i got to be with &lt;u&gt;Louis&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Nemi&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Aris&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Arny&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Zara&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;font color="red"&gt;Ghost Hunting!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ...there's a lot more to tell but i prefer to cut it here. Coz it's too confidential already. Hehe. Anyway, about the priest's lecture, &lt;b&gt;OMG!&lt;/b&gt; Sobrang &lt;i&gt; sapul&lt;/i&gt;! This was what i remembered about the lecture:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Sacred Contract&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Appreciate Life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Realize you're special.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let your spirit resolve issues with adversaries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -if you can see how the person has helped you &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;grow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you can learn about yourself &amp; discover why you were &lt;u&gt;meant &lt;/u&gt; to &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that person. *oh yeah. i remembered what i had written him. It was a thank you email saying : &lt;i&gt;"thanks for helping me grow"&lt;/i&gt;. Aww.. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;c&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Let it sink in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Archetypes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Basic Archetypes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Child&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they are the happy-go-lucky types of people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they have a playful quality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they want to be the center of attention&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;always joke around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now who could this be?* Probably &lt;font color="red"&gt;YOU&lt;/font&gt;. [jJjJj]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Victim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they are the &lt;i&gt;maninisi&lt;/i&gt; of our society.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they don't take responsibilities&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Saboteur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;they run from opportunities&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;opposes good times&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Prostitute&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;mimics other people (ex. they like spiderman, you will try to like it as well)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;will do anything just for other's happiness. *sheesh* [bull's eye] This is &lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the "blog thingy", as well as the EB, the &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "make peace with your past"&lt;/i&gt;... The pain of what happened is inevitable, but continuing to suffer is optional. &lt;/font&gt; Why do i have to follow such saying?! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who am i looking for in this world?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;...i miss you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113948681023384920?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113948681023384920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-and-last-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113948681023384920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113948681023384920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-and-last-retreat.html' title='My First and Last Retreat'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113922939710057139</id><published>2006-02-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:39:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laziness&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another manic Monday. Hehe. Today is super ok lng. Practiced for the Field Demo. I felt drowsy and lazy. Grabeh... How i wished i was at home or somewhere else where i can just look up at the sky and dream. And to add to my being tired is the Thesis i made as well as the Palancas i have to make. Geez. What else? Oh., You left me a message.. thanks! I did appreciate it a &lt;b&gt;LOT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;I pray for the souls of the victims of the tragedy at Ultra. The stampede was indeed a terrible event to have ocurred once again. It was like as if the people brought themselves to their &lt;u&gt;graves&lt;/u&gt;. What a sad story. What a loss. Let's just let God do the rest. I leave it all in His hands. Amen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i just wanted to share my Gimmick with my cousin's friends at &lt;b&gt;Tiendesitas&lt;/b&gt; which was so cool. I got to meet Pao..from Don Bosco. A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;center&gt; C E R T I F I E D &lt;br&gt;H E A R T H R O B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;wo0ho0! Haha! Grabeh he was so drunk and still, he was fun to talk with. Hihi. There was Sam also.. The &lt;i&gt;artistahin&lt;/i&gt; of the group. And Jay, the &lt;i&gt;chinito&lt;/i&gt; hunkie. Yeah.! How come i feel so attracted to chinitos?! Grrr... Anyway... there were other people as well.. namely, Peter, Rex, Eldon, Migs, Audrey, Kim, Jelo and i 4got the rest. Hihi. I only had 5 hours of sleep.. haha!&lt;br&gt;The next day, i went to school to shoot our film and arrived at 6 in the morning. Other peeps were also there.. but it was just me and Alyssa were present among other group members. They were all late! &gt;;( After about 2 hours, when almost everyone was complete, i was surprised to see &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; at school. I thought you were in the game. Haha! But anyway, It was indeed a surprise. We ate &lt;font color="red"&gt;Jollibee&lt;/font&gt; for lunch. Hihi. Yummm.... And we finished the shoot by 4pm. Next hop... &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SM!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Me and Aris attneded the Eb held at Glicos and i saw there two other classmates. Hihi. I went home by 7pm and found no one. My family left me and they went to Acropolis to attend the reunion. Awww.. how sweet?! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&gt;;(&lt;/font&gt; They told me that Carlos Agassi was there but Aaron and kuya Michael weren't present. That he came over to their table and had a chit chat with them. Grrr... But anyway, There's always next time ait?! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113922939710057139?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113922939710057139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/laziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113922939710057139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113922939710057139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113879741144723081</id><published>2006-02-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:38:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Shooting Star!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is unlike any other day. Sheesh... Butterflies in my stomach again. Hahaha.! During Physics, i had my report done which was i think a &lt;u&gt;mess&lt;/u&gt;. Lunch time was a bit embarrassing. I made myself look like a &lt;u&gt;geek&lt;/u&gt; in front of him. Religion, as usual, it was boring but i had so much fun with my friends even though i felt drowsy during that time. Economics... Boring. Coop, hehe,, Siesta! Slept until it was dismissal time. I wouldv'e slept longer if it weren't for Aris who woke me up while i was in dreamland. Time for the &lt;b&gt;Taping&lt;/b&gt;. Yup! Yah read it right. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; My role? A lil girl. And my attire? Sheesh... Tell me about it. Anyway, i had so much fun shooting the scenes. Bloopers, Laughs, and my reputation. It was embarrassing to be dressed like a child with your hair worn the "Beyonce Knowles" look and wearing striped-knee-length socks with matching silver-pink rubber shoes as well as a dress worn with capri pants. Now who the hell wouldn't laugh?! Dammit! Still have some more days to shoot the ish before i get out of prison. Hihi. Now my partner in crime looked like a &lt;u&gt;geek&lt;/u&gt; with the  &lt;i&gt;bonjing&lt;/i&gt; look. But still, he was &lt;b&gt;cute.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113879741144723081?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113879741144723081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/shooting-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113879741144723081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113879741144723081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/02/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113871076037671903</id><published>2006-01-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:32:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alapaap</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Alapaap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today is so &lt;b&gt; Boring&lt;/b&gt;. During Physics time, which was our first subject, i went to the school clinic and slept there for &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 straight hours&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Imagine that?! Haha. Well, i had one valid reason. I have colds and body malaise. It was so cool. I hadn't attended my morning subjects and two afternoon subjects. The tragic part was that my &lt;font color="red"&gt;MP3&lt;/font&gt; got confiscated because there were a group of students (probably high school students) who made this prank wherein they put &lt;i&gt;plapla&lt;/i&gt; (a kind of firecracker that explodes randomly) at the 5th floor of our school building and lighted a mosquito repellant and when the repellant went out, the firecracker popped noisily which made the students and teachers hysterical. Haha. Or should i say, in panick mode?! Well, whoever did that prank is certainly insane. But so cool. Haha. *wicked* They weren't caught. Good for them. Or else they'd be in deep trouble. And so, a search was done and &lt;b&gt;lots&lt;/b&gt; of cellphones, MP3s, iPods, and CDs were confiscated including mine. Sheesh. What a loser. But anyway, the teacher told me to get it tomorrow afternoon. Oh great. Good thing i've got brand new batteries which i could use tomorrow. Kewl. And to add a lil scary info., our teacher got hysterical and started blurting out like as if heaven and hell collided. Geez. Relax. Haha. Anyway, let's all &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;laugh&lt;/font&gt; about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113871076037671903?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113871076037671903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/alapaap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113871076037671903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113871076037671903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/alapaap.html' title='Alapaap'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113862476694279201</id><published>2006-01-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:39:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheers!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Happy Beerday Kristine!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;First and foremost, I would want to comment on this &lt;i&gt; God damned day&lt;/i&gt; coz i dunno... haha! maybe i am just really tired right now and i am in the middle of losing my sublimate voice. Haha! Anyway, let me give you at least a summary of what had happened today which really sucks. Well, excluding the partaii i had over at Tin's crib ait?! Ahryt.. here it goes... First, i was late for school. Second, i received this "not-so-good-news" from a friend of mine. Third, me and my friend are in total disaster. Speaking of &lt;b&gt; Cold War&lt;/b&gt;. Fourth, i only got a grade of &lt;font color="red"&gt; 83%&lt;/font&gt; in my orals recitation on Economics. Fifth, i am having a problem right now about how my costume for Physics would look like. Sheesh! I am to be a &lt;i&gt;little girl"&lt;/i&gt; on our mini shooting. Oh great! Tell me about it. Sixth, i don't know what to do for my report in Physics which is due if not tomorrow, on Wednesday. Care to lend me a hand? Haha. Kiddin'. Seventh, i have no partner for the Field Demo. How tragic. Who the hell cares anyway?! Like as if i do?! I can live. Well, aside from all the bad news, there would also be some good news although it weren't that much. I got to indulge mah self into lots of food. Who0o.! Shrimp, Pasta, Cakes, Sodas, haha.. Speaking of the Seven Capitals of sin. &lt;b&gt;Gluttony.&lt;/b&gt; Haha! Then, another is that i got this info from a friend about the &lt;i&gt;Prom thingy&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, i just can't wait to get back to school. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113862476694279201?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113862476694279201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113862476694279201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113862476694279201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113836983248610985</id><published>2006-01-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:50:32.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEHEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;UST&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sheesh! OMG! Can you believe it?! I actually &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSED&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my UST College Entrance Exam! Whoo0o! Thank you so much Lord! I owe you a lot! hehe.. Anyway, i really am so thankful.&lt;br&gt;CT...&lt;br&gt;School ish... Today is Personnel's Day and we had a program (as uusual) and after that.. &lt;b&gt;Free Time!&lt;/b&gt; Yeehah! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt; I watched this super astig friend of mine as he danced. Hehe.. Cool. Di lng cia Drummer, Bassist, Pianist, and gorgeous, tsk... Dancer din.. hehe.. pero khet di cia mxado nkpgpractice.. auz pdin.. hehe. Hmm.. why am i giving clues?! Grr.. Hehe.. Meet my &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  inspiration.. &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;"CORNETTO"&lt;/font&gt; . Quiet ka lng huh?! Hihi.. Pero he likes someone else.. anyway.. there's nothing i can do about it so i'd have to accept the fact and go on with life.. sheesh. anu yun?! heheh.. tssss.. hmm.. macho pla yun?! wahai.. ano ba toh.. yoko na.. grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113836983248610985?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113836983248610985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/yehey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113836983248610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113836983248610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/yehey.html' title='YEHEY!'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113801551398853823</id><published>2006-01-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:25:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondei</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hectic Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="lime"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt; MANNY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt; PACMAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt; PACQUIAO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="lime"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah! Once again &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;Manny has saved the day!&lt;/font&gt; Oh yeah! I did watch the whole event and sheesh! I witnessed how he made it! How he made Morales swallow his fist! Haha! Cheers! A true Filipino is so0 COOL. No matter how they discriminate us, we stand tall and proud. As what the band &lt;font color="orange"&gt;Orange&lt;/font&gt;&amp;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Lemons&lt;/font&gt; sang: &lt;i&gt;"Pinoy ikaw ay pinoy Ipakita sa mundo Kung ano ang kaya mo Ibang-iba ang pinoy Wag kang matatakot Ipagmalaki mo pinoy ako Pinoy tayo&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;. Filipinos are indeed &lt;b&gt;One of a Kind!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now now now... whoo..!! Super &lt;b&gt;Busy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aris was absent same as Nemi.. hmm.. wonder if they talked this over the phone.. haha! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt; Anyway, i haven't passed my English homework. During Physics i kind of almost slept. haha. Reporting. Borring. Oh god, i'd be reporting next week together with my two other groupmates. Goodluck.! My topic? &lt;u&gt;Telegraph&lt;/u&gt;. Nice. During Filipino time, I did my work and it isn't finished yet. Darn. Recess, uhmm.. Gluttony hit me again. Yup. I indulged over &lt;b&gt;Chicken&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;shrimp&lt;/b&gt;. Whoo. Yummy! Our Thesis Chapter 4 was returned and &lt;i&gt;whoah!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;RED MARKS&lt;/font&gt; were all over my paper! Good heavens! But anyway, I received a passing mark but it wasn't enough man. Math... hehe.. &lt;i&gt;Siesta&lt;/i&gt; Lunch.. went to the school's internet lab but it was full already so me and mah friends went loitering around the grounds. Then BEC time during Religion and as usual it was so0o BOORRIING! Economics.. hmm.. it went well same as Computer time. ALthough someone made my day entirely Pissed off! P.E Time.. yeah! Silay moments to mah Prom Date.. Whoops.. SLipped mah tongue.. hihi.. Aun.. I did tell so much huh?! Hahah! What's up for grabs tomorrow?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113801551398853823?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113801551398853823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/mondei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113801551398853823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113801551398853823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/mondei.html' title='Mondei'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113784414527555706</id><published>2006-01-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:49:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fiezztah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shoot! Pinagbuhatan Fieztah! Wow. Hahaha. What i was after? Of course.. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Food!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Hehe.. Anyway, it was fun though &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt; JAANKZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;ALM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was not complete. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/font&gt;But anyway, i still had fun coz Arny was there.. hihi.. aun .. i haven't got much to tell.. anyway.. adioz! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113784414527555706?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113784414527555706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/fiesta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113784414527555706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113784414527555706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/fiesta.html' title='Fiesta'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113758001673137644</id><published>2006-01-18T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:26:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The Good and the Bad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oki doki. I haven't been online for quite sometime now and i am really not in the mood to tell itsy bitsy details of what had happened this past few days. Honestly, i felt agravated these days. So much tension, mixed emotions to be exact. I had moodswings. In the morning i was so much irritated, next thing i knew i was joyful. Breaking news popped out of nowhere and insanity enveloped me. I am so much confused by the way this certain person acts. Yesterday i received a phone call from &lt;b&gt;Makati Med&lt;/b&gt; and they told me i got &lt;font color="red"&gt;accepted&lt;/font&gt; in their school. Wow. Cool. Today i feel awkward. I dunno. Maybe because of the crazy things that had happened today. A swirl of exhaustion is currently swimming around in my veins and i dunno, maybe you think i'm over reacting or what but i just wanted to write down what and how i really feel. But anyway, sheesh.. this day dayumm &lt;b&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt;. What's up for grabs tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113758001673137644?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113758001673137644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/sheesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113758001673137644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113758001673137644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113697253094217095</id><published>2006-01-11T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:42:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confused&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Days had gone by and still i haven't got any idea what mess i had gotten myself into. I have no idea who and what kind of person i am to you now. I am so confused at the same time ashamed. I'm sorry for my stubborness and my being wierd. I want my &lt;b&gt;bestfriend&lt;/b&gt; back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;"Sometimes people tend to do crazy stuffs when they're inlove."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113697253094217095?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113697253094217095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113697253094217095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113697253094217095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113669803802170484</id><published>2006-01-08T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:31:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;2oo6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howkie. Time out. The year will end and yes, a new puzzle of quandaries will &lt;br /&gt;beset me this next year. So, I don’t have a choice but to lighten up my load &lt;br /&gt;as to give space to the new freight that I will stumble upon. &lt;br /&gt;Time to let go, I need the strength to go on. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship has been built and wrecked, words has been spread, fights was &lt;br /&gt;exacerbated, comfort was given, pain has turned to hatred, and hatred will &lt;br /&gt;yet turn to forgiveness. However, my dears, take time to look back and suppose &lt;br /&gt;that you are a neutral party, not involved, nothing to do with the issues that &lt;br /&gt;was hurled on us. Yes, it will seem like a highschool girl’s dilemma. Back stabbing,&lt;br /&gt; jealousy, envy, fitting in and any mishap of that sort. Funny isn’t it? Yes, &lt;br /&gt;for me, it is. Goodness gracious, we’re 16 and we’re supposed to be matured &lt;br /&gt;enough to handle this kind of matters (&lt;i&gt;or so I thought&lt;/i&gt;). I really am not prepared &lt;br /&gt;and was not brought up by my ‘rents to throw foul words at people, no matter &lt;br /&gt;how much I loathe them. I have my own way of dealing with problems and nobody &lt;br /&gt;has any right to tell me as to how I should get out of the mess that, yes, I &lt;br /&gt;partly created. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS IS MY LIFE. AND I AM IN CONTROL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; If you seriously have a &lt;br /&gt;problem with me, sweetie, it is &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; problem not mine. &lt;br /&gt;I will face and embrace the coming year knowing that I did not do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt; If people want to believe what they heard from others and close their doors to &lt;br /&gt;my side. It’s their choice. If they are at peace with that. Good for them. &lt;br /&gt;I know myself, and indeed, I have known myself better. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, yelle , my new laydah, just perfectly articulated what I needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt; One perfect bitch-slap for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Nobody can ever add or take away anything from you. EVER. you are whole and even&lt;br /&gt; if u dont feel so good all the time, realize that u can change any situation to &lt;br /&gt;ur convenience if u simply choose to by changing the way u think and feel about it.&lt;br /&gt; you dont need anyone to make u happy, happiness [or love,etc.] is ur natural state.&lt;br /&gt; people just tend to trigger that coz u forget”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113669803802170484?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113669803802170484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113669803802170484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113669803802170484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113654576203272197</id><published>2006-01-06T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:11:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;MERRY NEW YEAR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;First day was fine. Half of the class was absent same as the other three sections so we ended up being combined with the others but it was fun. Second day, a bit fine... we were almost complete now except for a few people who were still in dreamland. Lols. The third day i was absent..that was yesterday. CAT Day and i had a very &lt;b&gt;severe&lt;/b&gt; headache *kuno*. Today, oh well, I got really busy due to my absence yesterday. Copied notes from Arny, made funny comments on other people, haha! (was that part of my being busy?) Religion time as well as Economics, we had no teacher! Cool! THE, uhmm... &lt;font color="red"&gt;One Bad Trip&lt;/font&gt;. Oh well, that was it. Nothing more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113654576203272197?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113654576203272197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113654576203272197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113654576203272197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113566232211634160</id><published>2005-12-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:32:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Season To Be Happee</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;December 25th 2005&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Here's the crap...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mah Brand &lt;font color="red"&gt;NEW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MP3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from mah mumm. Now that is supah &lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kewl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I also got my hair straightened. Yupyup! Went to &lt;font color="pink"&gt;Going Straight Salon&lt;/font&gt;. Paid a huge amount of &lt;font color="red"&gt; 1,500 bucks&lt;/font&gt;! OMG! Well, it was all worth it anyway. Haha! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; And now, i'm supah missin a friend... *uhrm* Now who could that be?! Blind Item numbah one! Hihi.. Anyway, aside from the goodies i received, i also got &lt;font color="pink"&gt;money&lt;/font&gt;! Hahaha! Haii.. i so &lt;font color="red"&gt;lurve&lt;/font&gt; Christmas! People get so rich!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night time, around 7pm, me and my family went to the Garcia Family Reunion. It's on my mother's side. Every year, during Christmas, a reunion is held in honor of Christ's Birth. It was so tiring yet fun! I got to be with mah cousins, opened presents, collected money and of course, the party won't be complete without &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;food&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;!! Hahahaha! &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113566232211634160?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113566232211634160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-happee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113566232211634160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113566232211634160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-happee.html' title='Tis&apos; the Season To Be Happee'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113565386346176667</id><published>2005-12-27T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:24:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' You On a Gloomy Day</title><content type='html'>It's eleven o'clock in the morning and still i haven't get over you. So many tasks to do, so many things to think about. But here i am, all alone thinkin' of &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. How i wish you were here, sittin' right next to me. Holdin' my hand and laying your head on my shoulders. I need you here, please stay. I can't live a single moment without you by my side. Now, you see i'm dying for you left me shattered in pieces. You left without saying a word. You left my tomb alone in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113565386346176667?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113565386346176667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/missin-you-on-gloomy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113565386346176667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113565386346176667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/missin-you-on-gloomy-day.html' title='Missin&apos; You On a Gloomy Day'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19922526.post-113481537959729922</id><published>2005-12-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:29:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. My 1st post ever.. Anyway.. So much delighted to have my own BLOGSPOT! Haha! Though i have my Friendster.. i still want to have sumthin' else and &lt;em&gt;viola!&lt;/em&gt; Here it is! ;D So, for today, nothin much i guess. I woke up at 8 o'clock and took a shower then went to my OJT.. I was the first one! Haha! I thought i was late again! But anyway, we had a mini party.. ate pizza.. goofed around, had a few laughs and then went straight home.! See,, i told you nothin much happened today. *sigh* I'm startin to miss someone.. but anyway... he's NOT thinkin of me naman so i'd rather not think of him..but i can't .!! Grr... &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19922526-113481537959729922?l=kimmimotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/feeds/113481537959729922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-chemical-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113481537959729922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19922526/posts/default/113481537959729922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmimotz.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-chemical-romance.html' title='My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>Kimmybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07046969236975875246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cVTYStRqa0/S4ZDqOPiYzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sIpbsG9eIQ4/S220/DSC06134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
