<?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-3097089641969404936</id><updated>2011-10-02T18:46:47.856+08:00</updated><category term='unforgettable'/><category term='special'/><title type='text'>Tralalala... ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-246857280487966607</id><published>2011-01-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:53:20.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoshiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alam mo yung pakiramdam na gustong gusto mo makasama yung isang taong mahal mo pero di pwede? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam mo yung pakiramdam na parang sinisingit ka lang niya para masabing di siya nagkukulang? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam mo yung pakiramdam na ikaw lang ang may gusto na magkita kayo at hindi siya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakainis eh. Nakakasakit. Hindi ko maintindihan kung nag-eemote lang ba ako dito dahil may hormonal changes ako or talagang ganun lang ako. Siguro, masyado lang din akong attached na sa taong yun. Hindi ko ginusto ito, hindi ko rin pinilit. Pero ganun eh, talagang mapapamahal lang sayo ng sobra ang isang tao. Pakiramdam ko noon, pareho kami ng nararamdaman, pero hindi yata. Ako lang yata yung palala ng palala. Ako lang yata yung nagbibigay nanaman ng sobra. Sabi ko noon, ayoko na ng ganitong feeling. Pero bakit ganun? mas nagmamahal ako kahit nasasaktan na ako. Ang drama ko, nakakaasar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hinihingi ko lang naman oras niya eh. Oo, naaappreciate ko na ang bait niya ngayon matapos lahat ng away. Pero parang very superficial lang. Bakit hindi ko maramdaman na mahal niya ako? Bakit kahit mabait na siya, masakit parin para sakin? Bakit parang kulang? Bakit ayoko makuntento? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minsan, naiisip ko, maghiwalay na lang. Pero mukhang mahihirapan ako. O dahil naiisip ko, kayang kaya naman niya kasi na wala ako. Bakit parang kahit mawala ako, okay lang sa kanya? Kung ano ano naiisip ko, hindi ko alam kung bakit. Love ko lang naman siya talaga eh. Ewan ko na. Am I asking for too much? maybe, I am. Ewan ko na talaga. Nahihirapan narin ako. Hindi ko na alam saan ba ako lulugar. Talaga bang ganito dahil nababato ako at siya, busy? Minsan, gusto mo lang naman makarinig na, "may problema ba?" Kaso, wala eh. Wala talaga. Gusto ko lang ng attention. Kaso wala rin talaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakalungkot. Kung kailan gustong gusto mo na makasama at makita yung taong mahal mo, tska hindi pwede. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang hirap. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-246857280487966607?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/246857280487966607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=246857280487966607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/246857280487966607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/246857280487966607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2011/01/emoshiz.html' title='Emoshiz.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-201248222226904816</id><published>2009-11-30T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:47:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>Mygosh. It's been a week since we stopped texting. I don't know what's going on. I just want to have closure if possible. I miss him a lot and I can't stop thinking about him but I know everything's different now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's gone and I'm left alone.&lt;/span&gt; I really want to talk to him but there's something that is stopping me from doing so. It's been three weeks since our last talk. I sent him a message on our day but he didn't reply. I really don't know what's up with him. :( I am sad but normal, I guess. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to act normal. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to just stop thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying everything I can just to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am just holding on to the Lord. I know He will never ever leave me. He will guide me wherever and whenever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-201248222226904816?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/201248222226904816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=201248222226904816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/201248222226904816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/201248222226904816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2009/11/try-sleeping-with-broken-heart.html' title='Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3667008690654674665</id><published>2009-11-30T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:42:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back cos I'm broken.</title><content type='html'>POST LAST NOVEMBER something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel so bothered lately. I can't stop thinking about things. What things? I don't know either. I am just so confused with what I am feeling right now. Ever felt like you need a lot of explanation but there's no one to explain? I am searching for tons of answers lately and this feeling just makes me act super weird. I can't sleep nor eat properly. At school, I feel I am okay but when I get home, here goes my mind wandering again. :| Trying to analyze people's advices and responses to every happening makes me insane. I'm getting sick and tired of this feeling but I just can't forget. Honestly, maybe this is just because of one person. As much as I want to ignore everything that happened between us, I really can't. I know it's pathetic. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can't tell that person what I'm going through right now. I am too scared that I might lose him. I am too afraid that he might think I am such an obsessed and easy girl. Honestly, I really can't find the right words to express what I have here in my heart and mind. I guess this is my first time to feel something like this. Maybe because I think he's perfect for me. He made me truly happy. He made me feel very important. He made me feel loved and secured. Setting aside the sweetness and cuteness he showed, he made me feel something different; something true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say this is just an infatuation. Maybe, it is. But for me I guess it's not. I think I wouldn't be super problematic and worried about things if I am just playing around like a kid. I wouldn't have those sleepless nights if what I feel for him isn't real. I wouldn't cry every night if he really didn't have an impact on me.I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night wondering if he's thinking about me. Maybe, I just miss him a lot. I miss talking to him, laughing with him. EVERYTHING. :( I don't know if I would still be able to do those things with him. But I'll keep on praying.... I'll keep on praying for him. For us to be okay someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am saying these things, honestly. Perhaps, I just want to burst out half of my drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I tagged you because you're special to me. Also, I need your prayers, badly. I don't want to feel this way anymore because I think it's too unfair. Maybe it's my fault too cos I don't have the guts to tell him what I feel. I don't have the strength to let him know that what I feel for him. Maybe because I am really scared of losing him. I am scared that he might just leave me without saying goodbye. Or maybe he thinks I am not serious about this. But I know God has plans for me. Just pray that I may have peace of mind. Please.. (Grabe ang labo ko na. Sorry.) I am very very confused. :| :( =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU: I am thankful for having someone like you. Thank you for letting me feel this. I just hope things would be crystal clear in time. HAHA. Please don't ever leave me. I don't care what our status is right now, but I really wish that... BLAH. You know that already. I guess I'll be holding on to the things you said before unless you tell me to forget everything. I miss you so much... I miss being with you... I miss everything about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAPAG SINABI KO YUNG ISANG "I MISS", ALAM MO NA KUNG SINO TO. KAYA WAG NA. =))))) KIDDING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this sabog entry. I should be having fun tonight but.. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3667008690654674665?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3667008690654674665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3667008690654674665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3667008690654674665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3667008690654674665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-cos-im-broken.html' title='I&apos;m back cos I&apos;m broken.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4566659751600121772</id><published>2009-01-21T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:33:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th's coming. :D</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm turning 18 seven days from now. :D Yayyyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simple wishes were granted. :D I got an iPhone, a new camera plus shopping money. Yayyy! :)) Plus, I'll also be having dinner party with my friends on the 24th and 30th. :D Can't waitttttttt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for my parents for making my birthday month special! :D Lovethemmmmlots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I didn't ask for a formal debut party cos i find it super hassle&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; talaga&lt;/span&gt;. I'm too busyyy with school and it would probably kill me if i'd have one&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. Oh well. I know my simple treat will be reallyyyyy fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4566659751600121772?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4566659751600121772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4566659751600121772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4566659751600121772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4566659751600121772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2009/01/28ths-coming-d.html' title='28th&apos;s coming. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4143109793046203559</id><published>2008-12-26T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:06:30.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE! :D</title><content type='html'>I guess I have to update this blog before the year ends, aye? Hahaha. :D Before anything else, I want to greet everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of days, 2009 is coming.&lt;br /&gt;New year, new life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope January 1st strikes with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine all the dramas that happened this year diba? But despite of all those, happiness still never left me. Thank God for a fruitful year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHUMAN: Thank you so much for bringing light to my life. Although it lasted only for less than a month, your effect on me was great. I'm sorry for hurting you, for bringing you so much pain... I just hope you'd talk to me soon. I wish we would be friends just like before. It's not like you're going anywhere, right? See you soon, Sushi. :) Thank you, again and again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE EXIT: Hey you, I know we haven't spent so much time together now but I want to thank you for trying to be there for me all the time. I love you, bestfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPAW: You ruined everything! Hahaha. Kidding. :P I want to thank you also for your efforts. For your willingness to change just to get back my trust and love; for always coming back to me although I'm pushing you away. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRETIN: Thank you for keeping your mouth shut now. Though I know you're still stabbing me hard behind my back. I want to say sorry for causing you too much trouble. For giving you loads of dramas. You know I didn't do everything intentionally, it just happened. I just wish you true happiness and peace now. I hope you'd grow up and eventually mature. :) And please get a life. :D God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEBFF'S: You two are so plastic. Last na 'to. Haha. But you know I can't do anything about it. I guess I just have to let everything pass again. :) Hope you might as well change. :D Please grow up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEBOYSSS: Thank you for being such good friends. :) I love you so much. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important people in my life I really treasure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, HAPPY HOLIDAYS! May we all have a blessed year ahead. :D God bless us all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4143109793046203559?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4143109793046203559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4143109793046203559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4143109793046203559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4143109793046203559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-d.html' title='UPDATE! :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6857519435176822207</id><published>2008-12-04T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:35:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while. :P</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm kind of 'free' tonight. HAHAHA. Intrams &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt; so I really have nothing to do until tomorrow. :D Thank God atleast my brain can rest for 2 days. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it would really take long for me to tell you everything. Just go and find everything out. Hahahaha. Especially &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; who is very intrigued about my life. &lt;em&gt;(Points out to the girl who asks her friend from the States to view this effin' blog just because she's freakin' scared that I might find out her f*ckin' IP Address and her forest-y house. *laughs really hard*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, my subjects now are killing my neurons already. All I can do is to go to sleep after school, wake up and study study study! I can't even watch tv anymore. Ugh okay, part of me is saying I should shift course, but I have and I know I can do this. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;I WILL. Definitely. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm terribly missing someone right now cos he's not talking to me. :/ Sushiiiiiii. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hey you Cretin a.k.a. Stalker, mag-investigate ka na! :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6857519435176822207?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6857519435176822207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6857519435176822207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6857519435176822207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6857519435176822207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while-p.html' title='It&apos;s been a while. :P'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6689171714029626543</id><published>2008-10-25T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:47:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another.</title><content type='html'>Random title. Haha! Anyway, just got home from a longggggggg sleepless night. Vv had a sleepover at my condo @ the fort. (Upload the pictures please. :DD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday: CSR @ 12nn&lt;br /&gt;2. Powerplant shopping with Eesah, Dorothy and Jo&lt;br /&gt;3. CSR again to meet up with batchmates&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Glorietta to... SHOP again! :))&lt;br /&gt;5. Swimming at the clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;6. Picked up Edizza&lt;br /&gt;7. Swim again. (2 minutes nalang! :]]]]])&lt;br /&gt;8. Washed up.&lt;br /&gt;9. Went to Highstreet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Krispy Kreme and Club Princess&lt;br /&gt;11. Mckinley stopover&lt;br /&gt;12. Back to condo&lt;br /&gt;13. Waited for the guys&lt;br /&gt;14. Drink drink drink!&lt;br /&gt;15. FUN FUN FUN&lt;br /&gt;16. MY 2-minute moment. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Slept @5.30am&lt;br /&gt;18. Woke up at 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;19. Bathing&lt;br /&gt;20. Lunch&lt;br /&gt;21. Brought them to Glorietta.&lt;br /&gt;22. Went home @ 3pm&lt;br /&gt;23. House-to-house for the Halloween Party @ 4-6.30.&lt;br /&gt;24. Dinner @ the fort.&lt;br /&gt;25. Shopping @ Highstreet.&lt;br /&gt;26. Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;27. Went with Josh to shop again.&lt;br /&gt;28. Finally, I'm home. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dayssssss- I am super tired but happy. I swear. :"&gt; I love it. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6689171714029626543?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6689171714029626543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6689171714029626543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6689171714029626543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6689171714029626543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/another.html' title='Another.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4351883289822835912</id><published>2008-10-22T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:48:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gomenasai.</title><content type='html'>So I told him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It just popped into my mind. I thought nothing would really happen to us so I decided to put an end to what's he's doing. &lt;em&gt;(Gad, he's the 7th(?) guy I dumped in 2 months:/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty everytime he calls me and I don't answer. Everytime he sends me messages and I don't reply. Everytime I make excuses just to cover up for my mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of doing these. I'm sick of all the dramas. Of everything...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need time for myself. I need to focus on myself alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO YOU: I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry... Thank you for respecting my decision. Thanks for being there all the time; for your patience and understanding. Super thank you. :) Someone better deserves what you're giving me right now. Just go and look for her. You will soon find her for sure. I hope you'd soon be okay. Goodluck! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4351883289822835912?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4351883289822835912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4351883289822835912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4351883289822835912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4351883289822835912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/gomenasai.html' title='Gomenasai.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-544465512975551738</id><published>2008-10-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:15:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Semesterrrr Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got my grades already. Pfttt. Okay naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me sad? :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis talaga. 0.06 na lang for earth's sake! :( Perhaps, nagkulang ako sa push. Nagkulang ako sa effort. Nagkulang ako! : Plus, I had depressing months pa diba? Hindi naman kita sinisisi pero kasalanan ko rin naman dahil nagpaapekto ako. Oh well. Can you imagine, 0.01 na lang ang kailangan ko in six subjects to be in the Dean's List, hindi parin nahabol. : GAAAAAAH talaga, Blanche. Nakakainis.&lt;br /&gt;Di bale, may second sem pa. Kaya ko 'to! Kayang kaya. I mean, kakayanin. :))) In God, I trust. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* for the Dean's listers: OMEDITOU MINA~SAN! :) Job well done! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-544465512975551738?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/544465512975551738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=544465512975551738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/544465512975551738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/544465512975551738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-semesterrrr-blah.html' title='1st Semesterrrr Blah.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8540319602243967102</id><published>2008-10-20T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:01:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings show. :)</title><content type='html'>Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I'm torn between two lovers. I'm effin' confused. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there's this guy who courts me. Before he came, there was another guy... Then we sort of lost communication for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang boom! I saw him earlier. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted me. We started talking again. He was sweet again. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffffffffffffffffft. Kilig ako, OO NA! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8540319602243967102?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8540319602243967102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8540319602243967102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8540319602243967102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8540319602243967102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-feelings-show.html' title='My feelings show. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-9143977433358452931</id><published>2008-10-13T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:57:11.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers never win. :D</title><content type='html'>I saw EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You even posted it for everyone, aye? That's how nice you are. Do you think I'll leave a comment and say things you're expecting me to say? Boo you! :))&lt;br /&gt;* And to you little girl, you're pathetic. Stop following every inch of what I do. You can't get anything from me. Leave me and you'll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;* Also you, young man. Stop pretending you know nothing. I'm not stupid, ok?&lt;br /&gt;* To you Greenman,  please stop thinking you're still in me. Stop being a fan of my posts, you won't see anything about you. But I think you have to continue viewing my pictures to see how far I am to where you are right now. HAHAHA. I'm in the NP and you're in SP for heaven's sake! =)) A little advice for you: Be sure of what you're doing now cos you might regret it later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, tall man. Stop being sooo dramatic. Haha. Just wait, I might tell you I love you too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-9143977433358452931?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/9143977433358452931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=9143977433358452931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/9143977433358452931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/9143977433358452931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/losers-never-win-d.html' title='Losers never win. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6003176897985339005</id><published>2008-10-10T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:10:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm inlove. =))</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was with him again earlier. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gad. I can't imagine I'm blogging about that guyyyy now. He makes me feel soooooooo... Hayy! :D I really don't understand why buttttt. WAAAAAA. That's it. Bwahaha. He gives me this weird feeling everytime I look at his cute smile... He makes my heart beat fast everytime I see him around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if how long would this last.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he is true.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;But I pray, this time it's for real. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, thanks for making me happy. :D Although I'm not telling you how I'm feeling right now, bastaaaaaaaaa. In time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6003176897985339005?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6003176897985339005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6003176897985339005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6003176897985339005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6003176897985339005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-im-inlove.html' title='I think I&apos;m inlove. =))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3001574008838703962</id><published>2008-10-09T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:35:15.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM! =)) BUKO. :P</title><content type='html'>Last day of Academic finals tomorrow!:)) Yipee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was so happy kanina when I got my chemlec exam result. :) WOOOOOOO. Yun lang. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And oh, to those who are viewing this blog, hello to you. Why don't you guys let yourself be close to me para naman I can be more detailed in telling you what's going on with my life?:P I'm willing to share everything to you, honestly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I went out with the guy I like earlier. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3001574008838703962?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3001574008838703962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3001574008838703962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3001574008838703962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3001574008838703962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/boom-buko-p.html' title='BOOM! =)) BUKO. :P'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1313036331347618792</id><published>2008-10-07T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:27:37.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals' Week Randomness</title><content type='html'>*Had Chemlab and Nihongo exam earlier. Gaaaah. Nihongo, nosebleed=)) Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;4 days to go and I'm freeeeeeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Should be studying in Math now but I'm quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;TFN on Thursday and I'm nervous about it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm aiming for being in the Dean's List this semester. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Better pray for me! :D Thanksiesss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MY LIFE? It's getting better, I think. Or NOT? =)) Well, I guess it is. Not sure on holidays cos I've got nothing to do by then. Hahah. And that's like, 3 weeks or so? PFFFFT. Impacted wisdom tooth operation only and I'm a bummer! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1313036331347618792?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1313036331347618792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1313036331347618792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1313036331347618792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1313036331347618792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-week-randomness.html' title='Finals&apos; Week Randomness'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7331741392047703351</id><published>2008-10-04T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:01:04.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-tanjoubi omeditou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O~tanjoubi wa omeditou, Coby san! :D He's eight years old now. :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Intrigues are part of me, I guess. HAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tingin ng tingin dito. Wala naman kayong makikita.&lt;/em&gt; I dare you, why don't you guys leave a comment here? &lt;em&gt;bumebenta ngayon eh.&lt;/em&gt; :)) Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para naman matuwa kayo. Sige, I'll tell you about my life now. I wanted to keep this sana but then there are people who don't stop thinking about... the past? haha kidding. bitter! He's still a part though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I am really. There's this someone who makes me smile everyday. There's this someone who never forgets to brighten up my day although rain keeps on pouring. Hahaha! I don't know what will happen to us in the near future. Perhaps we would end up being together or stay the way we are now. Basta the bottomline is, I am happy. :&gt; since when? i think a month and a half now. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Befriend me, I'll tell you the whole story. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7331741392047703351?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7331741392047703351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7331741392047703351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7331741392047703351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7331741392047703351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-tanjoubi-omeditou.html' title='O-tanjoubi omeditou!'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6751698850090166711</id><published>2008-10-02T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:28:52.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell.</title><content type='html'>Stupid things are running through my mind now. EFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the effin' reason why it all came back. shitshot. Hahahaha. Ohwell. May that creature enjoy everything now. You suck. You all suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was the worst. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's you, man. It's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6751698850090166711?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6751698850090166711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6751698850090166711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6751698850090166711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6751698850090166711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell.html' title='Hell.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2540480154914733430</id><published>2008-09-28T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:11:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>So many things to do. So little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week this week before the finals! :/&lt;br /&gt;TFN report, Math&amp;amp;TFN&amp;amp;Nihongo tests, CHEM quizzes... GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please help me get through these things. By next week, I'll be having my final exams already. Sana naman maka-concentrate na ako. Be my inspiration, Lord. Please. I need your guidance, God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! Samishii yo. Nagcompet ka lang, hindi ka na nagparamdam. Tssskk. =))) Oh well. At ikaw naman, namimiss narin kita. SOBRA. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2540480154914733430?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2540480154914733430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2540480154914733430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2540480154914733430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2540480154914733430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6085417756082011905</id><published>2008-09-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:03:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblah</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm slowly making my life better. I'm trying to live happily now but everytime I feel this way, I think I'm being selfish. :/ I told everyone I'm not giving up, but I think I am, gradually. I don't want to, but I think he wants me to. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here patiently for him to talk to me. But he just wouldn't talk. I don't know if he's just waiting. But I am too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta, I want you to approach me para I know you want to talk to me. Hindi katulad kapag ako nag-appraoch sayo, feeling ko, napipilitan ka lang. You told me we're friends so don't hesitate talking to me. :&gt; I'd be more willing to talk to you. Namimiss na kita sa totoo lang. Tinitiis ko lang. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6085417756082011905?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6085417756082011905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6085417756082011905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6085417756082011905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6085417756082011905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/blahblah.html' title='blahblah'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1527023494073508063</id><published>2008-09-24T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:35:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>I am tired. I'm starting to get numb.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep on praying. I'll keep on holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go. I'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-selective amnesia, please? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1527023494073508063?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1527023494073508063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1527023494073508063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1527023494073508063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1527023494073508063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7367442382371711292</id><published>2008-09-19T18:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:47:17.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SNOCavUdNaI/AAAAAAAAADM/OXTZg8Wyei0/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247681386707236258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SNOCavUdNaI/AAAAAAAAADM/OXTZg8Wyei0/s320/Picture+034.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss this guy so muc&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SNOBpU6OE-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/RlhDiVmVOxI/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h already. I haven't talked to him for 5 longgg days now. :/ Tsk. I know I don't cross his mind now, but still... GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're always on mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, babe. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you wanna know how much I miss you, try to catch the raindrops. The ones you catch is how much you miss me and the ones you miss is how much i miss you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7367442382371711292?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7367442382371711292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7367442382371711292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7367442382371711292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7367442382371711292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SNOCavUdNaI/AAAAAAAAADM/OXTZg8Wyei0/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4643007804381841296</id><published>2008-09-14T18:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:16:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer.</title><content type='html'>Holy Mass earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was praying, tears wanted to fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was looking at His face, my heart was melting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't imagine how good He is to me. He never left me. He was never ashamed of me. Everytime I ask something from Him, He wholeheartedly gives me whatever it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nagdadasal ulit ako tungkol samin. Nagdadasal ako na sana maging okay kami ulit; na sana huwag niyang hayaang mawala ako. Pero parang habang sinasabi ko yun sa Kanya, unti-unti akong nanlalambot parang gusto ko na lang lahat ipaubaya sa Kanya. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa Kanya na mahal ko 'yung taong pinagdarasal ko. Na sana sa Christmas, maging masaya na ulit kaming magkasama. Kahit nga sa 18th birthday ko, siya na lang sana ang regalo ko. Sa totoo lang, I don't want material things for Christmas and for my birthday. Mabigay lang ulit sakin yung pagmamahal na gusto ko, masaya na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gusto ko lang mangyari ngayon ay maging okay kami. Parang last year, masaya naman kaming naglolokohan at nagaasaran. Masaya na ko kapag siya yung naunang kumausap sakin. Ngayon kasi, ibang iba. Para talagang isa akong kakilala lang na kakausapin niya kapag ako yung kumausap sa kanya. Wala lang. Feeling ko kasi, ganun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasasaktan ako sa mga nangyayari. Pero kahit anong gawin niyang pananakit, hindi ko kasi magawang magalit sa kanya. Kahit ilang beses pa niya ako siguro ipagtabuyan, hindi ko kayang sumuko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ganito pero siguro sabi ni God, huwag ako mag-give up. Basta, bahala na si Lord. Ipagpapatuloy ko nalang ipagdasal ang taong yun. Siguro, yun lang ang kaya ko ipakita sa kanya ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gustong gusto ko iparamdam sayo kung gaano kita kamahal. Gustong gusto ko bumawi sa lahat ng pagkukulang ko. Gusto kong makasama ka hanggang sa huli pero kasi parang pinipigilan mo ako. Sana naman magkaroon pa ko ng pagkakataon gawin lahat ng gusto kong gawin para sayo... Sana naman huwag mo kong kalimutan. Sana naman matutunan mo kong mahalin ulit... :( Alam kong kaya natin 'to... Huwag mo lang pabayaan... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;--200 days na sana kami sa October 26. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I’m waiting for the sky to fall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m waiting for a sign"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4643007804381841296?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4643007804381841296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4643007804381841296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4643007804381841296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4643007804381841296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer.html' title='Prayer.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7444651992624070818</id><published>2008-09-14T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:01:12.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comment.</title><content type='html'>Hay. I can't understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7444651992624070818?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7444651992624070818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7444651992624070818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7444651992624070818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7444651992624070818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-comment.html' title='No comment.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-750538906508932547</id><published>2008-09-13T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:33:18.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TFN Blah.</title><content type='html'>Our TFN class was cancelled again. Haha. I was supposed to have a 12-4 class today but yeah, it was postponed. As always. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. It's the 13th today. : I want to talk to him but I don't know what's stopping me. He's online and I am too. Buttttt. : Gaaaaaaaah. Maybe I'm waiting for him to talk to me like what he did to his friend last week. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-750538906508932547?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/750538906508932547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=750538906508932547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/750538906508932547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/750538906508932547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/tfn-blah.html' title='TFN Blah.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8862447474206683184</id><published>2008-09-11T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:09:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. :D</title><content type='html'>I'm physically, mentally and emotionally tired. I swear I need atleast 3 days of rest. I don't know why I feel this way. It is just so tiring having your body, mind and heart work all at the same time. Sometimes I want to set aside my heart but something's pulling me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, 'love without expecting to be loved in return'. It makes me wonder why. Don't I deserve to be loved by someone I love? I even sometimes think that person is selfish but there's nothing I can do. Perhaps... I don't know. HAHA. There's a part of me saying I should stop and let go but I really can't understand what's pulling me back. Perhaps, it's still L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit everytime we talk, I feel less pain. I don't feel bitterness rather. Although he tells me things a girl wouldn't want to hear from a guy she's inlove with for the rest of her life, I see it a challenge. I don't know why it makes me strong. Well, stronger. Some people tell me, if they were in my place, they would probably break down and give up. But I am different. I can't understand myself everytime I'm being rejected and forgotten, I'd do things to make them feel I am not worth of their rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things are just so unclear to me. I can't understand him and even myself too. Perhaps we both need time to realize our worth and purpose for each other. We both have to ponder on what we can do to make us better. We need time. Only time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this, I just believe we are meant to be together. Although trials are continuously coming our way, I know with God, we'll get through this. I know we will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are powerful and with God, all things are possible. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8862447474206683184?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8862447474206683184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8862447474206683184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8862447474206683184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8862447474206683184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-d.html' title='Hello. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-975467074318960163</id><published>2008-09-05T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:35:55.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED.</title><content type='html'>No classes for today. HAHA. Again, I was supposed to be doing a lot lot lot of things but I just couldn't start. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my ex yesterday. And I missed him, terribly. I tried to act as if nothing happened between the two of us. I tried to be a friend to him and I guess, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up earlier, the first thing that came into my mind was him. I don't know why. I just suddenly remembered him. :| I missed everything about him. I suddenly wanted to talk to him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akala ko, okay na ako. &lt;/span&gt;I thought I was over him. But now, I'm thinking... Guess I'm wanting him back again despite of everything that happened a month ago. Although he did nothing but to tease me yesterday, I realized that it was a sweet thing. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused of totally letting him go or keep holding on to him. Gaaad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Perhaps what I can just do is to let things as it should be; to let him do what he wants and just be happy for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay this way or do something for him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-975467074318960163?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/975467074318960163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=975467074318960163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/975467074318960163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/975467074318960163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/09/confused.html' title='CONFUSED.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-5916506659976339826</id><published>2008-08-24T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:10:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Blog. Hahaha. Goodbye to Blanche the shopper. Hello to Blanche the homebuddy. =))) I can't understand myself. My mother couldn't understand me as well. I was supposed to go shopping earlier but I told them to leave me. =)) EMO. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone. They're still out kasi. Gaaaaaaah. : I tried to study Chemistry kanina but I suddenly fell asleep. HAHAHA. My mum called me up and asked what's happening to me. I don't know either. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;He finally talked to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for answering my prayer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana tuloy tuloy na 'tong pagiging magkaibigan natin. Hindi lang ngayong gabi tayo mag-uusap. Sana habang may bukas, may usap. HAHA. Okay na ko sa ganito. Atleast I know you're happy now. Dapat maging happy na din ako for you. :) I'm really thankful for tonight. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-5916506659976339826?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/5916506659976339826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=5916506659976339826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5916506659976339826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5916506659976339826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4474081319948366797</id><published>2008-08-23T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:38:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-four</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;24 na bukas! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I still haven't talked to him. I super miss Paopao already. :( I miss everything about him. I miss his laughter, his smile, his silly jokes, his sweetness, his cuteness. I miss everytime he makes tampo, I miss everything! HAY. I just wish he'd talk to me soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you a lot, Dear... :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm having hyperacidity already. I haven't eaten right since the start of this month. : I am always not in the mood; I do not enjoy going out anymore. :( Hayyy. When will I go back to myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4474081319948366797?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4474081319948366797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4474081319948366797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4474081319948366797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4474081319948366797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/08/twenty-four.html' title='Twenty-four'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6117623303420820591</id><published>2008-08-22T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:08:34.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you. ♥</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think I'm slowly drowning. I don't know. Well actually, I do not know what to do and I'm leaving everything to God now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like talking to me, give me a call. I'd be glad to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;If you suddenly remembered me, leave me a message. I'd surely reply.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate to approach me, my dear. &lt;strong&gt;Remember, the key to my heart is still with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be waiting for you to knock on my door! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 24th on Sunday, advanced happy twenty-four!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I love you just the same!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6117623303420820591?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6117623303420820591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6117623303420820591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6117623303420820591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6117623303420820591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you.html' title='I love you. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7963181525735469009</id><published>2008-08-20T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:22:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emosh*t.</title><content type='html'>"Love is within us. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be ignored. To the extent that we abandon love, we will feel it has abandoned us.&lt;strong&gt; Denying love is our only problem, and embracing it is the only answer.&lt;/strong&gt; Through the power of love, we can let go of the past and begin again. Love heals, forgives, and makes whole. " -Ernest Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I hate myself. But Gaaddd. Hating myself would not change anything or everything. I just want to cut my wrist off so as to stop the pain. I want to sleep and never wake up again. : I'm hurt and this is all because of me. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fix everything. I just want to be okay and live as if nothing happened. But I'm stopping myself from doing these because I don't have him. I want him back, really. I want us to be back not as lovers but as friends. I know time is all we need but I thought, why waste time if we know in ourselves we can be friends as early as now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad everytime we have the chance to talk but we don't. I feel sad everytime I stop myself from texting him. I feel sad everytime I worry about him cos I know I cannot do anything because he doesn't want me to. I'm trying to be mad just to stop the pain but I just couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes over my whole spirit... I just hope he'd talk to me soon. I just hope he'd forgive me and let go of the stupid things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7963181525735469009?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7963181525735469009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7963181525735469009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7963181525735469009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7963181525735469009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/08/emosht.html' title='emosh*t.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2848786575085349711</id><published>2008-06-20T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:45:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper.</title><content type='html'>I really don't feel like writing but I think I just have to post something in here. REMEMBRANCE. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week in college was awesome! :) New friends, new professors, new faces, new world. Really. Oh by the way, I'm currently taking up BS-N at MakatiMed. :) Anywaysss, meeting new people is really fun. I have a new set of friends with two old friends (Ayesa and Intia). Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calling out Daboyssss and Hephep Hooray, I miss you girlalooosss already! :))&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why we just have fun laughing till the end of our classes, sitting anywhere available &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(talking about a broken chair, here :D).&lt;/span&gt; And oh, before I forget, Greggyyyy, the best friend of all is the best! He always sleeps in class but knows each one of us.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oha, saan ka pa! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. :)) But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat ng bagay may kapalit. &lt;/span&gt;Our laughter is equal to tons of schoolwork to do. T_____T Ohwell. That's the main reason I go to school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sEXIMIUS mini-reunion earlier!&lt;/span&gt; I went to CSR at around 9.30 in the morning to wait for my friends and get our yearbooks together. Plant with my lover and met with my friends again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mkat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my seatmates)&lt;/span&gt; include &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariane&lt;/span&gt; too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't express how happy I was seeing them again. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Langya, special mention kayo dito. =))&lt;/span&gt; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dv&lt;/span&gt; my babe, I wasn't able to see you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kanina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; TAE. Darating ka daw eh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoyy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VVDMNZ+Louise+Angel&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa pa kayo! Namiss ko kayo&lt;/span&gt; although we weren't really able to bond together&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kanina&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahah. Next time ulit! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2848786575085349711?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2848786575085349711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2848786575085349711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2848786575085349711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2848786575085349711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/06/hyper.html' title='Hyper.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-716708877746688992</id><published>2008-06-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:35:59.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen things God won't ask you. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;story&gt;God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-716708877746688992?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/716708877746688992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=716708877746688992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/716708877746688992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/716708877746688992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/06/fifteen-things-god-wont-ask-you.html' title='Fifteen things God won&apos;t ask you. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8766896007182870374</id><published>2008-05-18T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:38:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's in Bora :D</title><content type='html'>He's in Bora and we haven't talked that much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm missing him a lot. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hey you! Go home now cos I want to... mwa you. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I'm just super bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8766896007182870374?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8766896007182870374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8766896007182870374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8766896007182870374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8766896007182870374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-in-bora-d.html' title='He&apos;s in Bora :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1799765780535061768</id><published>2008-05-16T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:21:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take my place, will you?</title><content type='html'>It was a good day but then someone just made it the worst. Well, you don't know the person that I'm going to talk about here anyway. I'm just pissed and wants to chop his ugly head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him just earlier. He's the mossssstttt cocky guy I've ever met in my entire life. I don't care if he's older and has gained a lot of experiences than me. It's just that, the thing I'm doing is not his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm the president of the goddamn youth club here in our village and as for my second activity, I'll be holding a basketball league next week. And the YOUTH is and will always be my priority. DUH. Hours ago, while I was having a short meeting with my officers, there was this guy who honked his car and called one of my officers. He was complaining, well, it sounded like a complaint to me, about the damn league. Since UNfortunately, I am the president, I went to him and told my plan regarding the activity. He didn't listen at all. He kept on talking and swearing like he's the president of the universe. He's like telling me he could do anything and has the power to do everything in this goddamn world. So I was shocked. I wasn't expecting a guy whom I just met would talk to me that way. He kept on boasting about what the youth club did ten longgg years ago. And I think, that was really stupid. The kids ten years ago were faaar farrr different from the kids of today. Well not only the kids but the entire planet! :)) So anyway, I got pissed because  first of all, he's not a kid nor a member of the youth. GAAH. If I could exchange places with him, I would. PROMISE. And eto pa pala, he kept on telling us to use the powers of our dads cos they're the high ranking colonels and generals.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gad. Edi sana naging club na lang 'to ng mga tatay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusto ko nang sabihin sa kanya kanina na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ALAM MO NAMAN PALA LAHAT E, IKAW NA GUMAWA DIN NG LAHAT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eto pa! He was telling me things were so simple and easy to do. But, in the end of our meeting, i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-aasa niya rin pala sa akin. Sa amin. Ang kapal ng mukha mo, deymyew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Enough. This blog entry is very non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just admire those who are so proud of themselves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti sana kung gwapo kayo, sige magyabang kayo. Pero tae,&lt;/span&gt; let him go to hell. Demmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he could've talked to me and approached my nicely. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yan tuloy, tumaas nanaman kilay ko at nagtaray.&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't my fault, its his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To you: Although you wouldn't have the chance to read this, gawd. Respect the people around you so they'll respect you back. It doesn't mean you're older than me, I would just listen and do whatever you say. I'm sorry but I'm different. Deymyou, I don't want to see your UGLY FACE ever again! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way, if you want my place, then take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is respect.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm fuckin' stressed. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1799765780535061768?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1799765780535061768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1799765780535061768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1799765780535061768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1799765780535061768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-take-my-place-will-you.html' title='Please take my place, will you?'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6484940778923471466</id><published>2008-04-06T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:57:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In-love Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hardest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'm in-love again with the person I loved before. Although I am not so sure what he thinks right now, I'm 90% willing to take the risk of loving and getting hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this fear I feel of losing him once more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's just soooo unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;, the bottom line is, I love him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You won't miss someone you don't love." -Shasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6484940778923471466?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6484940778923471466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6484940778923471466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6484940778923471466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6484940778923471466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-love-again_06.html' title='In-love Again.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-5172796375028912325</id><published>2008-04-06T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:20:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, G600. || 040408</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R_iB-RIgLYI/AAAAAAAAACc/rrRnS1XhRio/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R_iB-RIgLYI/AAAAAAAAACc/rrRnS1XhRio/s320/DSC05210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186037877668064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School @ 10am.&lt;br /&gt;MMC @ 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Glorietta with Eesah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Eesah and I was looking around Glorietta to find a gift for her loved one. We weren't able to see any so we decided to roam around SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just one click, after my last step going to Glorietta, my phone got lost. I couldn't find it in my bag so with my other shopping bags as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. First time, big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought that phone just this January.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I had it for like 2 and a half months only. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-5172796375028912325?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/5172796375028912325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=5172796375028912325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5172796375028912325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5172796375028912325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-g600-040408.html' title='Goodbye, G600. || 040408'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R_iB-RIgLYI/AAAAAAAAACc/rrRnS1XhRio/s72-c/DSC05210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3588397729605064220</id><published>2007-12-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:35:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "UGH" Day. T_____T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Okay. I wasn't really pissed off or anything but there were just unexpected things that happened. Haha. Well, I started the day right though. I woke up feeling relaxed and all but then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, heels day! But my heels just didn't go with me. I mean like, it didn't support me all the way. Hahahaha. It wasn't mine in the first place. :)) It was owned by the goddamn shoe cabinet. My REAL shoes were missing. Darn, mehn. Hahahaha. OHWELL! Thanks to Trixie and Stek for saving me through the day. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Had a test in Health and THE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next, I forgot my not-so-velvety black wallet at home. DEYM! Haha. But thanks to Sham for lending me money. Haha. Gotta pay her tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think this was the last, I failed my Calculus test. T___T This really made me sad. Oh well. I just have to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; this coming exam. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The catechism kids ended my day well. There were 22 new children so I made 22 new friends! Hahaha! The session earlier was fun. :) Thanks to them for putting a smile on my face although playing with them really made me tired. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3588397729605064220?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3588397729605064220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3588397729605064220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3588397729605064220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3588397729605064220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh-day-tt.html' title='The &quot;UGH&quot; Day. T_____T'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8489340287176505362</id><published>2007-12-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:15:54.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was a happy day! Yehey. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-- inspirational words from Mrs. G. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;start the day with a prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Music Caroling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;rush rush baby. tugs tugs. :))&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;deym &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that bbq. haha. T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--eco film viewing--Advertising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Math time with Ms. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Filipino time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[el fili and test results were released. :D i got 38. yess! :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Computer exam. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--THE exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[cover?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Physics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I slept in the bus. :)) Funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to Xandz for waking me up. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh no! It's the 13th tomorrow. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you, my dear. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY 13. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8489340287176505362?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8489340287176505362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8489340287176505362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8489340287176505362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8489340287176505362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='&amp;hearts; Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6962157589518206694</id><published>2007-12-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:32:34.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas...</title><content type='html'>It's 12 in the morning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep cos I just woke up 2 hours ago. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mygally. Christmas is about to come. Jeeezzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At ayoko pa magpasko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malamig. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;2 years. Supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinayang ko lang. T____________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6962157589518206694?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6962157589518206694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6962157589518206694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6962157589518206694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6962157589518206694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas...'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-5084056252488752056</id><published>2007-11-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:20:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual School Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R0kMsHDGEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/45H85ETYxU0/s1600-h/one.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R0kMsHDGEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/45H85ETYxU0/s320/one.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136650801938567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colegio de Sta. Rosa Makati, in cooperation with the ARSC Student Council, presents "INTO THE WOODS", a musical play which will be held on November 29, 2007 at 5pm in the school auditorium. This Tony award-winning musical combines the well-known fairy tales of Cinderella, Jack and the Beanstalk, Rapunzel, Little Red Riding Hood and other fairy tales. Tickets are available for only P150. Invite your friends to watch too. See you there! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Poster by Isabela Martinez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-5084056252488752056?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/5084056252488752056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=5084056252488752056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5084056252488752056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5084056252488752056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/11/into-woods.html' title='Annual School Play'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/R0kMsHDGEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/45H85ETYxU0/s72-c/one.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7251519020202415462</id><published>2007-11-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:24:50.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmie's. :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to me? and to Kim, my love. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to Glorietta with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Met up with Bettina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bought shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bought a gift for Kim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taxi trip with Bet. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dinner at Dencio's. Kim's treat. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks thanks. Had so much fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jamming with Mon and the band. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"cos I can't get you out of my mind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the 24th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wala lang. :/&lt;br /&gt;Happy 24 to you? T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7251519020202415462?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7251519020202415462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7251519020202415462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7251519020202415462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7251519020202415462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/11/kimmies-dd.html' title='Kimmie&apos;s. :DD'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3461295912092966620</id><published>2007-11-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:49:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Haven't updated this thingo lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been too busy doing stuff. T____T But not really. Haha.&lt;em&gt; Labo ko talaga ever&lt;/em&gt;. :) Tonight was sort of a 'free night' for me. :)) I'll be one of the facilatators of the 2nd year interaction sooooo NO CLASSES for me tomorrow. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[goodluck na lang sa paghabol].&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still busy for the school play. Geddemet. I think it'll be 2 weeks from now? WAAAA. I'm efffiiinnn' nervous. &lt;strong&gt;AND PRESSURED. AND WORRIED, TOO! :))&lt;/strong&gt;We haven't done the whole blocking thing, still have no idea how to sing without the vocals, costume changing, EVERYTING. Geeddeemmeeet. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHWELL AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh oh oh. Early this morning was a &lt;strong&gt;BIGGG&lt;/strong&gt; shame for me. I arrived at school 10 to 7, I think. Reached the classroom then &lt;strong&gt;boom!&lt;/strong&gt; I'd be the sharer &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;. Mygally. I had no idea what the Gospel was, no idea what to say. really. I WASN'T PREPARED. It was suchhhhhh a shame, kidd. O_o I was in front of the CSR community talking non-sense. &lt;strong&gt;Fudge, mehn&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[it was a rush, yo.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK. I feel bad about that. I still feel like I wasn't able to share what I had to share. Get me? :)) ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basta. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Call me, and I'll tell you the whole story. Hahaha kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One more thing! T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Geddemmett. Someone's using my name! T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IS THIS HOW FAMOUS I AM? hahahhahaha. Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[damn you, don't let me know who you are for I'll most probably shave your fckin' hair.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iamfallingevenmoreinlovewithyou. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3461295912092966620?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3461295912092966620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3461295912092966620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3461295912092966620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3461295912092966620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4921438282003450126</id><published>2007-11-02T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:32:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[make it boy ah. haha. goddamnit. EMO SEM-BREAK.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;--Inner Voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i see the love that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i see the joy inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i didn't see the feelings you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and now you're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because your love has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all i can think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the way you say you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and everytime i close my eyes i see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my love can never be erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you can never be replaced...baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why don't you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why don't you love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know i still care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know i will love you forevermore...(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i kiss you goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel the love that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel the joy inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but I didn't feel what you tried to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and now you're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because your feeling has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all i can think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the way you say you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and everytime i close my eyes i see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my love can never be erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you can never be replaced...baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why don't you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why don't you love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know i still care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know i will love you forevermore...(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all i can think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the way you say you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and everytime i close my eyes i see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my love can never be erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you can never be replaced...baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4921438282003450126?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4921438282003450126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4921438282003450126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4921438282003450126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4921438282003450126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-dont-you-love-me-anymore.html' title='Baby Boy'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3966515319427046664</id><published>2007-10-31T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:46:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M CRYING OVER YOU, AGAIN. :((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3966515319427046664?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3966515319427046664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3966515319427046664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3966515319427046664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3966515319427046664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7537560381786251392</id><published>2007-10-30T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:30:39.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuratsa Boholana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was THE day. Haha. I went to Powerplant, met up with my groupmates and had lunch/merienda at Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FOLK DANCE PRACTICE! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YUMMY FOOD AT JEDD'S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;[Thanks to your mom, dear. :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walkathon with Alex, Jedd, Aubrey, Monch and Kim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tricycle trip with Kimmie, my love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MCDO. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nice seeing you again, pare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mygally. Not really in the mood. T_____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's sem-break and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;breaks just make my heart breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA LABO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But darn, I missed you, paparapapao. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baduy. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hayyay. Here I go again. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't express how I feel right now. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People say that I just have to let you know how I feel and perhaps, this is the best way to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I still love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7537560381786251392?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7537560381786251392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7537560381786251392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7537560381786251392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7537560381786251392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/kuratsa-boholana.html' title='Kuratsa Boholana'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6236158949969796753</id><published>2007-10-20T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:41:51.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Nothing but Memories. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at around 4.30 in the morning to prepare myself for our outbound trip at Mt. Banahaw. Arrived in school at 5 and left by 6.30 because of Peneloppe who forgot to pass the reply slips. It's okay, though. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The GHETTOS were in one bus, together with the half of senioritas. :) Too bad, Kris, Ains, Sham, Far and Mikee &lt;em&gt;[i'm missing one more! T_T] &lt;/em&gt;weren't able to join us. :( It was supposedly our last outbound together. Awwwww. :(( I just can't believe that this was the last outbound in highschool &lt;em&gt;na talaga.&lt;/em&gt; Waaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody was asleep except for me, Audz and Kim. We were just chatting merely about life, faith and friendship. Hahah. My gally, our conversation was just getting deeper and deeper as we were getting faaaarrrrrr from the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a stopover to have breakfast. :) We ate at Cinnabon--no, but bought drinks there and had the usual breakfast sandwich--Sausage Mcmuffin with egg. Hahaha. Travelled again... Decided to sleep but again, we didn't sleep. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We arrived at the place by 9.30 and started hiking and trekking and visiting the churches over there. It was funny cos we had &lt;em&gt;'kasabays'&lt;/em&gt; from a boys' school and ofcourse, there were gays. Haha. The gays wanted to join us. They belong to us &lt;em&gt;daw!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went inside a cave. A very '&lt;em&gt;masikip'&lt;/em&gt; cave. Haha. It was believed that if you passed the cave safely and without any wounds at all, your sins for 7 years would be forgiven and if not, you're a very sinful person. Good thing, I was able to pass safely and without a single bruise. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hiking and trekking till 2.30, I think. We climbed Mt. Kalbaryo &lt;em&gt;[is that how you spell it? Haha.]&lt;/em&gt; in 34 minutes! :) It's a 2 400-ft hill. It was really hard, you know. Hahaha. BUT, FUN FUN FUN! :) After the climbing the mountain, we went to the river to be 'baptized' like Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed clothes inside the bus and left for Manila.&lt;br /&gt;,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Timezone at the fort.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;TULOG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My whole body's aching right now. T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But praise God for yesterday and today. &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[pictures are soon to be uploaded at my multiply account. :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6236158949969796753?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6236158949969796753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6236158949969796753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6236158949969796753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6236158949969796753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep-nothing-but-memories.html' title='Keep Nothing but Memories. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-771083718406508356</id><published>2007-10-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:08:28.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEEK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EK DAY! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sausage Mcmuffin and hash brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;VV BONDING. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B-boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DMNZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amazon Grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Space Shuttle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pila pila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pete's 'swan forever'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Change with Shamee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PEPSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P6 french tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mambobosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ipod-ing with Kim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kwento-es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6.40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Schoolbus---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;VYC meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BAZAAR the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;BAGSAK. PLAKDA. TULOG. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVIENTTOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had our entrepreneurship today. It was sooo much fun but at the same time really tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;RUSH HOURSSSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-early recess of elem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-earthquake drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-limited stock/utensils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-2pm dismissal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT IT WAS A SUCCESS. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, Lord. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTBOUND TOMORROW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-771083718406508356?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/771083718406508356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=771083718406508356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/771083718406508356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/771083718406508356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/week.html' title='THE WEEK.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3148824715067270813</id><published>2007-10-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:16:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love your 'ui'. Hahaha. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I chose to blog than to do my fil. writing. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mygaad. Today was simply tiring. Most of us were out of the class to finish and get four grades for our CA and ofcourse, discuss the kids about the earthquake drill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was really really fun cos the grade 1 and 2's were so cooperative and they were really listening to us. :) FUN! :D [i think it's because of the lollies. Haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After a loooonngg day of talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had the chance to be with Mkat, my seatmate. Haha. We went to Glorietta, no, actually it was Landmark to buy things for our bazaar on Thursday. Haha. Carrying those cans, potatoes and stuff, we walked on the other side, SM. Bought stuff again. GAAAAH. The bags were heavy, you know. Haha. We finished at around 6.30 with a little money left. T____T But it's okay, hoping to get high profit on Thursday.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EK tomorrow--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it'll be really an educational trip cos while riding the ferris wheel, we have to solve for that math problem. Hahahahaha. What fun. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3148824715067270813?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3148824715067270813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3148824715067270813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3148824715067270813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3148824715067270813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-your-ui-hahaha.html' title='I love your &apos;ui&apos;. Hahaha. :))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-9029577748047325352</id><published>2007-10-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:34:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK AND WHITE. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okkkkaaaaayyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DLSU College Entrance Test earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8am-12.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My gally. Hahaha. I was sooo happy because I saw my elementary schoolmates though I really didn't recognise them easily. Hahaha. They look different now. Well maybe, I look different too. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also saw my vintage sis, Megann, for the very first time! Hahaha. Though I wasn't really able to chat with her cos we were in our own groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice to see you, sis. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The testing room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EXIMIUS and some girls from AC. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's effff... hard. BOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the english and filipino essays were easy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Although I'm not really sure if I want to be in that uni next year, still want to pass. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again, I'm asking for your prayers. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God for this day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-9029577748047325352?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/9029577748047325352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=9029577748047325352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/9029577748047325352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/9029577748047325352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/pink-and-white.html' title='PINK AND WHITE. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4189658178498245501</id><published>2007-10-12T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:12:15.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uh huh. I AM SOOO BORED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a lot of projects to do but I'm too lazy to start writing, making, answering them. Hahahaha. Ohwell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Physics--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;long exam. reaction paper. puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Filipino--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;talaarawan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;[i need 10 entries, i think.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THE--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; icing. weaving thing. bazaar idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;English--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;theme writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Computer--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;poster/movie cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;When laziness strikes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talo ka talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hayyay. Exams just finished yesterday. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Really praying to get pleasing scores this time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;DLSU-ET on Sunday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Goodluck, Eximius. See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm. I'm speechless. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;And friends, I'm terribly missing the old times. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy holidays, everyone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4189658178498245501?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4189658178498245501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4189658178498245501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4189658178498245501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4189658178498245501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/dancing-with-myself.html' title='Dancing with Myself.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-698495467357867965</id><published>2007-10-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:30:14.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Frappe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like I was thrown away from the earth and landed on Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 15 to 1, I think. Ohwell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmmm. I'm just bored that's why I'm talking in here, though I have nothing to say, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gally. Can't find the words... T_______________________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's an emo day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did nothing but to think of that chinese food. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh, shopao? Hahahaahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My gally. I really can't understand why I'm going back to my old self. I said I'm okay but the letter he gave made me think too much again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My god. I'm wanting him back. T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does this make me really stupid? Of course, NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is love. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to talk to him but I just don't have any idea what to say. I want to let him know that perhaps I still feel the same, but I just don't know how to express it. I want to show him that I care, but I just can't move and do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm just scared to totally lose him this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friends told me to let him know everything I feel, thinking that I would regret things later, but myself doesn't really want to. They told me to talk to him, but I really can't find things to say. T___T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I'm quiet now when it comes to talking to him. Hahahaha.]&lt;/span&gt; I'm not so sure if I really have to say all of these. I'm just hoping that when I tell everyone about this thingy, I'd have peace of mind. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LABO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe this is the effect of drinking coffee, eh? corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hayay. I wish I could make things right; I could bring back everything from the past; I could correct all the mistakes I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been 7 months and close to a year, yet I still feel the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing has changed. :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well. I think I have to stop this shitty thing. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It would make no good. no sense. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I have the powers to capture his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Where can I buy a LOVE POTION? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HHAHAHAHAA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-698495467357867965?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/698495467357867965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=698495467357867965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/698495467357867965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/698495467357867965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-saturday.html' title='Caramel Frappe.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2929282808162914751</id><published>2007-10-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:18:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL. ♥</title><content type='html'>The Ghettos had their retreat at Don Bosco, Batulao on October 1-3 '07.&lt;br /&gt;It was a success. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bernadette Family became closer. :) Thank God. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share the things I've learned from that retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 with Fr. Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first day, we talked about happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can be happy&lt;br /&gt;what can make you happy&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to be happy&lt;br /&gt;how can you be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those questions about happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness-- it happens when you're doing something else. You attain it if you work for them; if you do something just to be happy. It will not come to you unless you ask and work hard for it. As for our age, we cannot have this 'true' happiness because we are still exploring things; we are still growing; we are still gaining experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Chris left us with the 10 keys to happiness:&lt;br /&gt;1. We have to accept ourselves as we are. [self-acceptance]&lt;br /&gt;2. Assume full responsibility for our lives-- 'this is my life. It is my own. I am responsible of how it will turn out to be. I am the one who's going to run my OWN life. Nobody cares and will care.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having full responsibility is connected with choosing. We all have our choices.&lt;br /&gt;You may choose to live by yourself or live with someone; you may choose to drown yourself with alcohol and smoke or keep yourself busy shopping. Everything depends on you because this is your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices haves elements: self awareness, imagination, formed conscience and independent will.&lt;br /&gt;"I AM FREE TO MAKE A CHOICE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Look after our needs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make our lives an act of love--in other words, 'we must love.' Love is a verb. It is a 'doing'. You have to love to live and to be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;"The measure of love is the love without measure."&lt;br /&gt;5.Stretch by moving our of our comfort zones--in reality, we cannot just stay in our house, we have to experience different things. We cannot just have 'pasarap' in life. We should get out of our cages and try new things. We do not have to feel comfortable in one thing. We have to let our bodies cry, laugh and weep. [gets niyo ba? haha.]&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn to communicate effectively--speak with sense. talk in a nice way. be sensitive. :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Enjoy the good things in life--thank God for all the beautiful things that happens in His gift.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be good finders--be positive.&lt;br /&gt;9. Seek growth not perfection--GROW. People commit mistakes and you just have to learn from it. Don't be stuck on what you've done in the past. Move forward and live a new life.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make prayer a part of your daily life--to be truly happy, you need the help of God. Ask and thank Him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*do not give up easily in life.&lt;br /&gt;*move on.&lt;br /&gt;*don't be afraid of making mistakes. What's important is that you learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;**"life asks for every individual a contribution and it is up to that individual to discover what it should be"--Viktor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;*take risks.&lt;br /&gt;*"Growth begins when blaming ends."&lt;br /&gt;*"I AM IN-CHARGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--"Listen to what I'm not saying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 elements in Listening:&lt;br /&gt;= open ear&lt;br /&gt;= open heart&lt;br /&gt;= integrity- "I bring my whole self to the situation."&lt;br /&gt;= commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not have stated here everything but these points inspired me a lot. :) I hope it'd inspire you too or perhaps help you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 with Fr. Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECISION&lt;br /&gt;== self-others-God&lt;br /&gt;                    "Love is always to give."&lt;br /&gt;== Freedom-- it is not to do the right thing or the bad thing but to do what is right and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sessions with Fr. Ding was more on reflections. I was able to realise a lot of things; people come and go but I still have a life to live. Cherish the people around you while they're still here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 with Fr. Chris and Fr. Ding-- last activity, songs, pictorial, Holy Mass, goodbye's.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; Thank you, Fathers. :) I'll never forget you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2929282808162914751?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2929282808162914751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2929282808162914751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2929282808162914751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2929282808162914751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will.html' title='I WILL. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1798533815352266270</id><published>2007-09-29T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:20:44.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nagliliyab kami. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/Rv4tBa6k9OI/AAAAAAAAABY/z65Vv_hDuv8/s1600-h/DSC09758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/Rv4tBa6k9OI/AAAAAAAAABY/z65Vv_hDuv8/s320/DSC09758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115575729167594722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;LIYAB '07-- Journalism seminar-workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;September 27-28 at PNU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ayoko nang magkwento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. I'm speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; super fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had a chance to bond with the other students. 2nd and 3rd year students! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Learned a lot too! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fun fun fun! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My pleasure to be one of the participants. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks to Ms. Labs, Mrs. AAC and Ms. Asis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;for more pictures---- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" href="http://blaanncchhee.multiply.com"&gt;http://blaanncchhee.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[for my contacts only. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETREAT ON MONDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Don Bosco, Batulao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'd be gone for 3 days. SOooo bye bye for now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take care. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1798533815352266270?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1798533815352266270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1798533815352266270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1798533815352266270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1798533815352266270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/nagliliyab-kami.html' title='nagliliyab kami. :))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/Rv4tBa6k9OI/AAAAAAAAABY/z65Vv_hDuv8/s72-c/DSC09758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2726635687171369316</id><published>2007-09-24T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:01:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teh love. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;USTET DAY TODAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaaaah. My excitement makes my brain... Uh, what's the word? See, I told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blangko ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine. Let's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 7. Too early, eh? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prepared myself for CSR Grade School's Family Day. [gad. long title.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, blangko again. T_____T Demmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Games, dances, chikas, bolas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of the family day. Hahaha. That's how quick it was. Nye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well actually, it ended by 10.30 because of the rain. Games were stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awww, poor them. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My outreach friends played their xylophones, basses and... whatever you call it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta,&lt;/em&gt; their band. OK? Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 40 past 10 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Powerplant to have an early lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad that we had to leave the mall by 11 just to make sure I won't be late for my USTET at 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT...there's a BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ordered my orders. :)) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuck. English, mehn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Left my dad just to buy a shirt.&lt;em&gt; Pawis na ko e. [joke joke.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;YIKES. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got back and ate that chicken curry. It was sooo delicious but I was too full to finish it. Hahahaha. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After having lunch, Addie and I went together to go &lt;em&gt;'window-shopping'.&lt;/em&gt; My dad went to look around by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My gally. Window was &lt;em&gt;slashed&lt;/em&gt;. The shopping remained. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get it? Yeah. Very Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no idea why I went shopping on an exam day. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fast forward....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Audz kept on calling me already. It's past 12. My my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even my dad was calling us, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And my mom was calling my dad. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're late&lt;/strong&gt;. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soooooooooo... TRAVEL............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Demmet. The traffic was too slow. Trucks showed themselves up. &lt;em&gt;GRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sooo dead.",&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arrived in UST at around 12.45. Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My whole body was trembling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Veins, muscles and even my bones were shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EFFFF. Why was I soooo nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to get in in this UNI&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thought I had to reschedule my test but no no no. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was able to make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had the test for ffiivvee loooonnggg hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was fun, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BECAUSE! it was &lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FAST FORWARRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 5 pm. The test was over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was really wishing and praying that I'd pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you know what? Of course, not. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Test results will be released on &lt;em&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How good is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pray for me, people. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and praise God for this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[whatta long entry. this doesn't end here, actually. but you'd be too bored to read. so tata for now. :) have a good night, everyone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2726635687171369316?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2726635687171369316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2726635687171369316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2726635687171369316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2726635687171369316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/teh-love.html' title='teh love. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-88030198706363989</id><published>2007-09-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:21:48.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwondo Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure I'm feeling soooo sooo muchhh better now. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God, He has healed me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though I still have colds and cough. Ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight is the night. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got home from High Street. &lt;em&gt;[the ultimate tambayan]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had dinner, played at Timezone, nailpaint shopping for Tita X and Raisa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Their late birthday gifts. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. What can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a bit hyper tonight. Maybe because of the 80's music earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And maybe because of the cold weather these nights. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh oh oh.&lt;strong&gt; I need someone to hug me. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started reading chicken soup. And it's true,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; it enlightens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because yeah, it is starting to enlighten me! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm living life at its fullest. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though tough moments come, ...when I think of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I call it tough now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm. But still, I can't refuse &lt;strong&gt;the fact&lt;/strong&gt; that I still **** &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Diba?&lt;/em&gt; Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hayay. Enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-88030198706363989?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/88030198706363989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=88030198706363989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/88030198706363989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/88030198706363989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/taekwondo-feet.html' title='Taekwondo Feet'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8619626945011105545</id><published>2007-09-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:41:16.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping already. T___T&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, I know but random things are going through my mind right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy, whom I thought was a friend from the start, has fallen from the sky. I got him stuck on the clouds, not letting him fall to the ground. Because once he falls, I may or may not save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always there, never intends to leave my planet.&lt;br /&gt;He listens though I always talk about Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Mars, who is playing numb never feels what I, Venus, feel. [Of course, he's numb.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's name my friend, Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto [not Mickey's pet] accepts whatever I say. He even gives me advices and comforts me every time my planet sings in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes complains but still goes with me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My planet is scared.&lt;br /&gt;Scared of pushing Pluto away.&lt;br /&gt;My planet never wants to hurt other planets. She just wants to love them but Mars doesn't want to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;She is still locked in Mars' heart. She cannot get out.&lt;br /&gt;She's like Rapunzel in the tower,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty sleeping in the tomb,&lt;br /&gt;And Fiona, guarded by the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is...&lt;br /&gt;Venus is still madly in-love with Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know the sense of this one. Hahahahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8619626945011105545?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8619626945011105545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8619626945011105545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8619626945011105545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8619626945011105545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-400735716238080478</id><published>2007-09-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:53:10.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARROT CAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My groupmates are so sweet. Hahaha. love them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinadalhan nila ko ng carrot cake na ginawa namin.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Awww. Walalng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks, guys. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love you. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-400735716238080478?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/400735716238080478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=400735716238080478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/400735716238080478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/400735716238080478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/carrot-cake.html' title='CARROT CAKE'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7129684639242155341</id><published>2007-09-17T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:59:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But youre telling me it wont be enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's too early to be emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was home all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RESTING. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm still not feeling very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three days of headache and fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOT GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not in the mood to blog din. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye bye for now. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7129684639242155341?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7129684639242155341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7129684639242155341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7129684639242155341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7129684639242155341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-why-does-your-pride-make-you-run-and.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4950750783106426217</id><published>2007-09-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:49:55.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over and done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Things just happen.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where, when and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, for me, was just plainly tears and sadness. Nyahaha.&lt;strong&gt; 'kidding&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But hm, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm into something else.&lt;br /&gt;My focus now is theatre arts! [amp.]&lt;br /&gt;So guys, please support me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serious mode:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just want to let things pass... I'm starting to realise that all the things I did were just worthless. And I &lt;strong&gt;really don't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;deserve&lt;/strong&gt; this emo-ness. Haha. I just have to stop and let someone do something for me. Perhaps, I've had enough. I'm glad I am waking up. But I'm still not closing my doors. So guyyysss, don't be scared to &lt;strong&gt;knock&lt;/strong&gt;... I'm willing to lend you my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gad. Baduy. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, so I was in heels. [wala lang.]&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal was 4 but I had to attend the rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;Roles were finalized.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shocked, I'm the stepmother. :))&lt;br /&gt;Magtataray nanaman ako! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out by 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schoolbus team had this 'bonding' experience.&lt;br /&gt;Tita X and I were singing Paramore songs.&lt;br /&gt;Raisa was night-dreaming. :))&lt;br /&gt;Xandz was singing with us too.&lt;br /&gt;Emgee was worried with what to wear tomorrow and Abby was just laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;What fun, right? Yes, it is. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Got home by 8 and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm the only one who can understand this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;SABOG, mehn. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy if you'd talk to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;ASA KA PA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4950750783106426217?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4950750783106426217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4950750783106426217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4950750783106426217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4950750783106426217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-over-and-done-3.html' title='It&apos;s over and done.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4859930073005019202</id><published>2007-09-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:27:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an inspiration. ♥</title><content type='html'>Okay okay. :)) I'm a bit hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;But not in the mood to write something sensible. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adviser told us yesterday that she would be announcing our ranks today.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she did after her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pambibitin".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[lecture and seatwork]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENTENENENTENEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I was so nervous. My hands were trembling. &lt;strong&gt;[Actually not. Haha.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked with the averages of my other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's &lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt; this year unlike the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[drum roll...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rank's 4.5. Ka-tie ko si Jo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, still super happy because eight of us are running for honours. &lt;em&gt;[too bad, not 10.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Sorry but I'm just happy. Haha.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY. ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something again during Eco time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasaway. [yeah, i know.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.23AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. And yeah, I'm being naughty. Haha! We're currently talking about the factors that influence the elasticity of supply blah blah---&lt;em&gt;technology, expectation, no. of sellers, costs, price of related products, subsidy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; I'm having random thoughts right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;'inspiration'&lt;/strong&gt; thingo. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Woah. We're in expectation &lt;em&gt;pa lang. TAGOS. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I told Eesah what I knew last night.&lt;br /&gt;And she was like, &lt;em&gt;"ayaw niya sa luma?:))"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo nga, ayaw mo ba sa luma?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen muna. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4859930073005019202?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4859930073005019202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4859930073005019202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4859930073005019202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4859930073005019202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-inspiration.html' title='I need an inspiration. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8408490309191320713</id><published>2007-09-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:52:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uploaded new pictures and like, OMG. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being emo&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&gt; falling again.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I just go for the looks &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO NO NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I think my &lt;em&gt;stupidity&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt;. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Labo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M FALLING EVEN MORE INLOVE WITH YOU. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gets niyo? Hindi. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8408490309191320713?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8408490309191320713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8408490309191320713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8408490309191320713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8408490309191320713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-god.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3010191463395118448</id><published>2007-09-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:13:52.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-entry. Haha. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 August 2006&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.35 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. The test hasn't started. T___T Although I'm inside the classroom already, we're still waiting for it to be filled. By the way, I'm currently here in Ramon Magsaysay High school to take the PMA entrance exam. Too bad, I don't know anyone here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room has no a/c, windows are widely open and the sun is striking through my skin. There are only 3 girls at the moment, including me, of course. Haha. And 9 boys plus one who has just arrived. I hope to be friends with them laterrrr. Hee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked one of the facilitators earlier, the test proper would probably start after lunch! So I have no idea of what to do this morning. T___T Probably sit here alone or make chitchats with new friends. One more thing, I have no idea where and what to eat! This is my first time to go to this place. I can see the train passing; hear the never-ending honks of the trucks and buses. Whew! I don't know what I'll be at the end of the day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.12 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WALA PA RING TEST!&lt;/em&gt; Oha! My goodness! The test will really be starting in the afternoon. Still got no one to talk to. T___T &lt;strong&gt;LONER!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I know. Oh well! There’s this cute guy behind me. Wahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I’m entertaining myself, okay? :))]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So yeah, he’s cute but too serious. Well well well. I’m after the cuteness &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve come late! T___T I’m hungry, exhausted and feeling very sick already. Sun is not striking but there’s still no ventilation in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a very long day guys.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That was the end of what I wrote on my &lt;strong&gt;magic notebook.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have plans to tell you everything. This entry’s too long already. You’ll be sick reading it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That’s all, folks!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Opppsssiieee, I almost forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's BESTIE's birthday today! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy happy birthday, Ian dude. Hahaha. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3010191463395118448?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3010191463395118448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3010191463395118448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3010191463395118448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3010191463395118448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-entry-haha.html' title='Post-entry. Haha. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7073313367267664490</id><published>2007-08-19T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:15:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Love. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to visit my youngest brother, Coby, at the hospital. Heard that he has water in his lungs. =(( Ohwell. I trust that God will heal him. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I read him books, played with him, chatted and fed him. I knew he was very happy. By nine, we decided to go home and just visit him the next day. His jolly face turned into a 'fake' smile. He was sad, I know. And I could see in his eyes that he wanted to cry. I, too, but I had to show him how to be strong, so I did. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a brave boy. He'll recover soon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great faith in God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Early this morning, I also heard that my great grandmother in the States died. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she rest in peace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, it's about me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine. That's it. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. Mixed Emotions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Coby. =((&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7073313367267664490?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7073313367267664490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7073313367267664490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7073313367267664490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7073313367267664490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-went-to-visit-my-youngest-brother.html' title='God is Love. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1134949497950414342</id><published>2007-08-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:38:02.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAM. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Saturday. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovin' this day. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well. Last night was 'okay'. I think. I cried because of something stupid. Well maybe, I just LOVE hurting myself. I ask questions that shouldn't be asked. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURIOSITY GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And there was this person who answered me. Truthfully, perhaps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t so sure if what he said was the truth or plainly out of his irritation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still hurts&lt;/span&gt;, though. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I woke up, I received a message from him. Tears&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wanted&lt;/span&gt; to fall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me why, I just don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, I want to stop myself from aching. Talking. Being open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to shut my mouth from saying or asking things that I believe will hurt me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you’ve said and done was enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t worry; I’ll try my best to stay away from you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR NOW&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe months later, I’d be okay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d be happy like what you are right now. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good luck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See you&lt;/span&gt; in a couple of months!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1134949497950414342?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1134949497950414342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1134949497950414342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1134949497950414342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1134949497950414342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/08/blam.html' title='BLAM. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2015998030825237688</id><published>2007-08-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:51:16.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sooo love this song. ♥ though it makes me cry all the time. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one's for you! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears roll down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I know Ill find deep inside me, I can be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ill be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its ok, Its ok, Its ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause you're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My true love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I'm here, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please don't walk away and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Please tell me you'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Use me as you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I know Ill be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2015998030825237688?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2015998030825237688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2015998030825237688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2015998030825237688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2015998030825237688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-guardian-angel.html' title='Your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4723933881492496341</id><published>2007-08-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:00:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid and careless.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. That's who I am. Goooodddd.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID AND CARELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no classes again tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;5 days vacation. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;But goodluck to the supertyphoon. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampy, Diz, Bet and I won't be able to submit DLSU and UST forms on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next week. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. How come some people are insensitive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4723933881492496341?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4723933881492496341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4723933881492496341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4723933881492496341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4723933881492496341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-and-careless.html' title='stupid and careless.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3981107012583588025</id><published>2007-08-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:17:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Today was actually the day of… I have no idea! =)) We had our maths test and yes, it was easy. :)) &lt;em&gt;Sana ganun na lang palagi yung test.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. By four, I had my catechism again with those cute kids. I just &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; them because I just feel so close to them. Nye. =)) But seriously, yes though we only see each other on Fridays. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home by 6 then slept. :D&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I’m having my allergies. T___T&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stop sneezing. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AUGUST 09, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey hey you you, i could be your girlfriend. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Well, I'm always bored. Exams are over and I feel so free now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that make me think too much again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take note:&lt;/em&gt; negatively. :&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really hating this feeling. I get to hurt others just because of one person. Imagine that? Ohwell. That person's insensitive. Hate you. Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;[I'm being ironic, okay? =))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I really feel bad at this very moment, I feel like dancing. Weirdness. And yeah, this is why I'm hot. Hahahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;And baby do you wanna like this? like this? like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah. I'm not myself right now. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random shit. :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh well well. School's back tomorrow. Gala day.&lt;br /&gt;Maths test AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me. To us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilysm. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saayyy whaaaattt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3981107012583588025?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3981107012583588025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3981107012583588025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3981107012583588025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3981107012583588025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-3.html' title='HEY. &lt;3'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6498381474832208252</id><published>2007-07-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:28:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutri-Musical Skit. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HEY HEY YOU YOU YOU SHOULD EAT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GULAY! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITION MONTH CELEBRATION WAS A &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started really good.&lt;br /&gt;My batch won the speak-for-a-star &lt;em&gt;(Mrs. AAC cried because of this! Haha. Tears of joy. Awww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;then we also won the two highest places in the musical skit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, next week's hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday, I have 3 unit tests; Math, Physics and Economics. WOW. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, 3 periodical tests and a unit test in Filipino. THANK YOU &lt;em&gt;TALAGA&lt;/em&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday to Friday is the exam proper.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, entrance exam at UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyay.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, EXIMIUS.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6498381474832208252?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6498381474832208252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6498381474832208252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6498381474832208252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6498381474832208252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/07/nutri-musical-skit.html' title='Nutri-Musical Skit. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7109247676527730699</id><published>2007-07-22T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:08:31.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Sunday. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to Mitch.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't attend the Leadership Training. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I don't want to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next week is the cramming week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quizzes, unit tests, submission of projects, college application forms and nutrition month celebration. T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Before?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the 24th tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to Jaena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope something unexpected will happen. :))&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to expect nor hope. REALLY. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7109247676527730699?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7109247676527730699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7109247676527730699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7109247676527730699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7109247676527730699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/07/blah.html' title='BLAH. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7829851930436897085</id><published>2007-07-01T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:31:27.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo soo long. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long looonngg time noooo no entry! haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot of things just happened. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School's ordinary. Yes it is. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Sunday and I haven't done my physics report. Haha. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Friday, Quishie visited us. :D We stayed at Powerplant and saw Ms. Bayani and Ms. Suelto there. :) &lt;strong&gt;THEY MET LEMY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. :)) &lt;em&gt;Naaaliw parin ako dun. Swear. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, I got kind of embarassed again. Don't want to tell you the story. Hahaha. But despite of that, I really miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday: F2- Assist F1 in pulling the flag. :))&lt;br /&gt;Friday:    Mass Commentator. :)&lt;br /&gt;                 Heels Day? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh, not really in the mood to blog! haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, see ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LOVE IS GIVING; BUT NOT TO THE POINT OF SACRIFICING YOUR SELF-WORTH AND SELF-RESPECT."&lt;/strong&gt; ~Ms. Suelto. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;["Ayoko nang ma-inlove ulit sa iba. Siya ay tama na para sa akin."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7829851930436897085?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7829851930436897085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7829851930436897085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7829851930436897085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7829851930436897085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/07/sooo-soo-long.html' title='Sooo soo long. :))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-605903138526818971</id><published>2007-05-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:11:21.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Things. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. I don't know what's going on with me right now. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing the old times. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Things I Miss:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I miss you because you always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss kidding around with you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss our sweet nothings.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss the special feeling you made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss being loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss texting with you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss teasing you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss you because you care.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss our sweet arguments.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your expressions.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your face.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss you because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss you when you're being Mr. F. :))&lt;br /&gt;--I miss the way you talk.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your voice.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss singing with you.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss you because you're sometimes cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss your looonngg 'mwaaaaah'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;--I miss everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;I miss you because you &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; my keso/shoti/paotoise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah. First time. It's hard to think twenty four things! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; just miss Pao a lot...&lt;/em&gt; :( It's been 6 days without any communication with him and it feels like 6 years. Bam!!! &lt;em&gt;"nyee, baduy! hehe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I know this doesn't mean anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;Just want everybody to know. Hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...though it's kind of worthless. :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-605903138526818971?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/605903138526818971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=605903138526818971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/605903138526818971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/605903138526818971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/24-things-d.html' title='24 Things. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-158203240593361039</id><published>2007-05-24T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:45:15.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/Sad 24. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa. It's the 24th. I just feel like posting something non-sense in here. Haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was talking to Bettina and Nicole last night. Gaaah. Nicole. Haha. :)) It was fun but then time came when things flashed back again. Haha. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;After talking to them, Eesah called me up and listened to whatever I was saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--It's supposedly 17 months already. OHWELL. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 30 past 2, Cammy called me and we talked about random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...fell asleep.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---I am feeling much better now, guys. Thanks for worrying. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;---The 24th day of every month was a special day for me ages ago. :) But now, maybe just an ordinary day. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---If I could just win you back, I promise to make it better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my beloved parents. :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+changed my layout into something decent. Haha. Got sick of the old one. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-158203240593361039?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/158203240593361039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=158203240593361039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/158203240593361039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/158203240593361039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/happysad-24.html' title='Happy/Sad 24. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-814407195259205916</id><published>2007-05-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:16:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With all her heart and soul, she prays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm seriously bored. T__T And I super hate it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All I can think about is you. The way you say you love me too and everytime I close my eyes, I see your face. My love can never be erased and you can never be replaced."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing too much thinking. The only time she doesn't think is when she sleeps. But in her sleep, she dreams of him.&lt;br /&gt;She makes people think she is okay but no one believes her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These things makes her more scared than ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She feels like sooner or later, she'll be mentally-illed. And, that is, because of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She knows she's being stupid but she just can't resist her stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;She expects a lot than before, but she knows her expectations will bring her down.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of planning, but she doesn't know how to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wants to move on, but she just can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loving him makes her hate herself.&lt;br /&gt;All the love is for him. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing left for herself.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With all her heart and soul, she prays for the scars of her heart to be healed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-814407195259205916?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/814407195259205916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=814407195259205916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/814407195259205916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/814407195259205916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-all-her-heart-and-soul-she-prays.html' title='With all her heart and soul, she prays.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3971803910927863548</id><published>2007-05-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:42:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-13 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eesah's and Ionne's birthday celebration! It was soo much fun.. AGAIN. Haha! Ohwell, I just love being with them. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMARY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Glorietta. The usual place.&lt;br /&gt;--Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;--Surprised Eesah. WOW. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;--Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;--Big Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended there. No, it didn't. Birthday super friends were the one who should be surprised by things. But I was the one surprised. Eesah, "set" me up again. :) Well, Ampy was 'set' as well. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The surprise: Presence of someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The presence of that someone didn't make me feel good, seriously. It brought me tons of pain and buckets of tears. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time this happens, I'm melting and I’m losing all I that have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Eesah's house by 30 past 10. :) Slept at 5 to 6 in the morning. :) What fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to both of you, again. :) I love you, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with the VYC.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened. But I was still playing the role of being a "Drama Queen".&lt;br /&gt;Tears. tears. tears.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel this feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Induction of officers. Fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo excited for the 20th to 21st. We might be having a Medical Mission at Crow Valley, Tarlac. :)&lt;br /&gt;I just loovee outreach programs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3971803910927863548?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3971803910927863548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3971803910927863548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3971803910927863548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3971803910927863548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-13-may-eesahs-and-ionnes-birthday.html' title='Blast. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4639689135634984945</id><published>2007-05-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:49:11.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;/strong&gt; And, I'm close to giving up. God. I want to cry. I'm trying to do my best to bring back everything. But, I am failing or should I say, &lt;strong&gt;I failed&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, I shouldn't be hoping nor expecting things from him, in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have plans, but they're just plans. &lt;em&gt;How can I do those without his presence?&lt;/em&gt; I might be over-acting. But honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I lost him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shooot. I'll wake up, and he's totally gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;not easy&lt;/strong&gt; to move on, but I think that's what I have to do right now. This very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay. Shit happens.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why do people find it easy to move on while I don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4639689135634984945?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4639689135634984945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4639689135634984945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4639689135634984945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4639689135634984945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6322222695447822340</id><published>2007-05-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:24:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I soooo.... ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt; was the day. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hospital to have my x-ray evaluated and my eyes checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spine &lt;em&gt;isn’t straight&lt;/em&gt;. Hee. ;p I have to have a therapy to prevent my back from having scoliosis. But yeah, I’m close to it. :( I also have this protruding bone in my chest in which I had my x-ray for the second time yet, they still didn’t see what it really is. Wow, haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ll be having my therapy tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes!&lt;/strong&gt; For the past two years, my eye grade was just 75/50. Then on November, it became 175/125. Now, after six months, it’s 250/175. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell am I doing with my eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I’m getting blind. Haha. Well honestly, I’m &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having eyeglasses all the time is just not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Having a blurred vision without glasses is &lt;em&gt;not not not good&lt;/em&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;And wearing glasses just makes you &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; attractive&lt;strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe you’d think, &lt;em&gt;“Why don’t you wear contact lenses?”&lt;/em&gt; I want to, but my mom doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh well well. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And guys, I have this &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; crush on my optometrist. &lt;3 He’s sooo cute. Nyahaha. AND! It kind of reminds me of someone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vv-licious Day TODAY. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6322222695447822340?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6322222695447822340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6322222695447822340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6322222695447822340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6322222695447822340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-soooo.html' title='I soooo.... &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4081012695454580260</id><published>2007-05-04T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:31:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For when I dream, I dream of you... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at around 30 past 2 in the afternoon because I slept at 5 in the morning. I was busy talking to Ampy, not on reminiscing things but &lt;strong&gt;discussing things about LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. We're maturing. Haha kidding. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I had a very good dream. &lt;strong&gt;Really&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight: (haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I was in Thailand and our flight back to Manila was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;--I was with my bestfriend, bestfriend's boyfriend and ex-boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Wow. Lovin' the boyfriend word. Nyaha. Joke.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--I had two celebrity friends with.&lt;br /&gt;--That's all. Thank you. Haha. Don't want to tell you the whole story.&lt;strong&gt; It's mine to keep.&lt;/strong&gt; ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[And, &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; whose intrigued about my dream last night might read this. Hahaha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, the VYC officers had their meeting again. It was &lt;strong&gt;again and again&lt;/strong&gt;, sooo much fun. :) I'm starting to love being with them. Nyahaha. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, we were, I think, supposed to be inducted but no calls nor messages of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'decent casual'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were received and passed on. Haha. Ohwell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4081012695454580260?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4081012695454580260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4081012695454580260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4081012695454580260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4081012695454580260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-when-i-dream-i-dream-of-you-3.html' title='For when I dream, I dream of you... &lt;3'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7616537418100263491</id><published>2007-05-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:40:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Hangover. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We watched Spiderman3 yesternight. :) It was cool. &lt;strong&gt;Love it. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--I currently feel nostalgic or perhaps, just bored right now. @_@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;I read my old testies for a former love and I'm missing those times soo much. ;( It's been two months yet, I haven't moved on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still hoping. Still waiting for chances. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;From Spiderman, &lt;strong&gt;WE ALWAYS HAVE CHOICES.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[And I chose to wait. :/]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;I might talk to my Bestie later. He'll give me a lesson. I think. Haha. I'm scared. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Luffy taffy?&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember the story behind this. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;Pepsi, Mommy, Shobe, Shomay, Pusa, Blanchetoise, Ate, Honey, Pare, Purple Haze. ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;Darn it.&lt;strong&gt; I miss you, badly. :-(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7616537418100263491?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7616537418100263491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7616537418100263491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7616537418100263491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7616537418100263491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-hangover.html' title='Spiderman Hangover. :))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7245097959759403377</id><published>2007-04-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:46:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D MODE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3 [?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what to do nor think any longer. All she knows is, she has already moved on yet everything has changed again in an instant. She’s been happy but now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is drowning in tears once more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, they talked over the phone after almost a month. It was unusual because for the past month, they were just using a messenger and playing games around the internet. They were ‘friends’ after being enemies and after being two people in-love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, they decided to meet up to talk about certain things. Well, she really didn’t have any thoughts what they would talk about. For all she knew was, they were good friends. No special love. No malice. No different attraction. So, nothing ‘special’ or ‘important’ to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed and they were still in the same place. No talking happened because they were busy with their own group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got drunk, so drunk that she didn’t know what she had said to the people she was with. Did not know what she had done. She was actually not herself that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after about two hours, drunkenness was &lt;strong&gt;defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went home at her friend’s house and found him there. They tried to talk but still, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday night. They talked over the phone AGAIN. &lt;strong&gt;Truth came out.&lt;/strong&gt; He said he was supposed to tell her something the night they were together, which for her was special but again and again, it was &lt;strong&gt;unspoken. Untold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Gosh. Don’t want to go into details. Haha! Anyway…]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked non-stop about the things that happened. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and jealousy was merely the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those talks were &lt;em&gt;useless. Worthless. Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He made her believe that he’d come back.&lt;br /&gt;He made her believe that he’d let himself share the love he has for her.&lt;br /&gt;He made her believe that he’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you for not thinking what she might have felt.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you for playing with her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you for telling her those goddamn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[She’s not mad. She just wants to let go of the sadness locked in her heart. Hoping you’ll understand her. Help her, she doesn’t need space.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7245097959759403377?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7245097959759403377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7245097959759403377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7245097959759403377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7245097959759403377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-mode.html' title='D MODE'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6719951120419201309</id><published>2007-04-23T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:45:11.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unforgettable'/><title type='text'>The Woah Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 APRIL 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was Friday. Vv went to Glorietta to bond. Haha. Finally, I saw Quisha again after almost three months! Hee. Too bad Ionne wasn't able to come. :-( Well, I just missed my friends soo much. :D Awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh.&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea what to say anymore. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. We looked around, as we always do and then went to Icebergs to eat ice cream. :)) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camwhoring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we planned, dinner time, @ W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was it. : No other comments. :)) That experience, for me, was the worst yet the funniest. God. Mixed emotions. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, we met new friends. :) &lt;strong&gt;Thanks to them&lt;/strong&gt; for saving our lives. Nyahaha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around 11 in the evening, Kuya Alvin picked us up. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We first brought Bettina home then went straight to Eesah's house. &lt;strong&gt;FUN.&lt;/strong&gt; Stayed in the attic with our beloved friends. Haha. Nice seeing them, again. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slept at 6 in the morning, woke up at 30 past 12, i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO UNFORGETTABLE DAYS IN MY LIFE. :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for pictures--- [contacts only.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blaanncchhee.multiply.com/photos/album/75"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://blaanncchhee.multiply.com/photos/album/75&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 APRIL 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;''SWEET''&lt;/em&gt; 16 TO MY BAO BAO.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[BETTINA]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ILY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blaanncchhee.multiply.com/photos/album"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6719951120419201309?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6719951120419201309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6719951120419201309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6719951120419201309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6719951120419201309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/04/woah-days.html' title='The Woah Days.'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2380160003746335984</id><published>2007-04-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:16:25.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUn. :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was the VYC General Assembly and bonfire activity. It was &lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; much fun. :) I really enjoyed it a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new set of officers were introduced. I was appointed to be the secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pleasure. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. That's all I can say. &lt;strong&gt;I lost my entry for this topic&lt;/strong&gt;. T_T I don't know where it is now. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;strong&gt;I really thank God&lt;/strong&gt; for yesterday and today as well. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2380160003746335984?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2380160003746335984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2380160003746335984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2380160003746335984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2380160003746335984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun.html' title='FUn. :-)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8415072840898284059</id><published>2007-04-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:26:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO title. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; We went to Lipa to visit Mt. Carmel Church. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Malling. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;Jesus's Resurrection. ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. I think our village won't have Easter egg-hunting tomorrow. T.T Ohwell, I think it'll be next week. Weee. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh gosh, earlier, I tried answering puzzles from &lt;strong&gt;weffriddles.com&lt;/strong&gt; and my mind was like, &lt;em&gt;not working properly&lt;/em&gt;.:)) I saw it from Lemy's stat so I tried but nothing happened. I still asked him to give me more clues till I came up with the answers. Haha! He's in level 54 point something. He's just&lt;strong&gt; tooo&lt;/strong&gt; smart. Haha! When I reached level 13, I gave up. I just couldn't do it. :)) Ohwell. Maybe I'm not the person who loves riddles and puzzles. Well honestly, I don't want to think. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for this non-sense entry. I just can't think. My brain suddenly jumped out from my head and scattered itself on the floor. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8415072840898284059?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8415072840898284059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8415072840898284059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8415072840898284059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8415072840898284059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-title-d.html' title='NO title. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4397217169515873659</id><published>2007-04-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:14:13.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>It's Maundy Thursday today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know where to start. T.T Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, My family and I visited my childhood friend who was accidentally hit by a van. He was still in the ICU when we went there. I really didn't expect to see him that way; lying in bed with the oxygen on and had stitches on his head, chin and upper lip. I pity him but I admire him for being strong. He still forced himself to talk to us. He was even trying to make us laugh. :D Anyway, he also has blood clotting on his head and still has the possibility to undergo brain surgery. I really pray that he won't because I knew that people who undergo brain surgery have only &lt;strong&gt;twenty&lt;/strong&gt; percent chance to live. And he's too young to be with Him in heaven. Well, don't want to mention every single detail. :) I just hope, really hope that he'll soon be fine. &lt;strong&gt;Help me to pray for him. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. It's Maundy Thursday and it's Jesus last supper with the Apostles. Our family visited different churches and prayed together in His name. I also got to see the beauty of Manila. :) WOW. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate merienda at Fish and Co. and then went to Bonifacio High Street to chill out. &lt;em&gt;[we're always there! Haha.]&lt;/em&gt; Decided to go home and relaxed though I did biking for about fifteen minutes. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow's Good Friday. :)&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus will die to save us from our sins. As an offering, let's just pray and thank Him for all the blessings he has given us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has given His only son for mankind to save them from their sinfulness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4397217169515873659?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4397217169515873659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4397217169515873659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4397217169515873659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4397217169515873659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-62562270366506126</id><published>2007-03-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:36:00.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. I haven't blogged for almost a week now. I think. :) Nothing exciting has been happening. All is some sort of... &lt;strong&gt;BLAH. &lt;/strong&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are just &lt;strong&gt;too proud&lt;/strong&gt; of themselves shouldn't live in this wonderful world. People who think that they look awesome and the best are the ones who are actually not what they think. They're pathetic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POOR THEM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Let's just pray for them to realise who and what they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping they'll learn how to knock their heads&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem has no connection with my entry above. :) I just feel like posting it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Hurts Everytime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts everytime I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how you played the game&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the tears I had&lt;br /&gt;Cursing you to be eternally sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts everytime I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Especially the moments when we're happy and blue&lt;br /&gt;In one corner, I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that my heart is totally dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Just want to kick your ass off this race&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best as you go on your life&lt;br /&gt;Stay away forever or I'll cut you with a knife. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-62562270366506126?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/62562270366506126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=62562270366506126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/62562270366506126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/62562270366506126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1683469450831418625</id><published>2007-03-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:56:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate boredom. T.T</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; like bored. &lt;strong&gt;T.T&lt;/strong&gt; I have nothing to do and I have no idea how to enjoy my life. I can't even think what to write. &lt;strong&gt;BOOO!&lt;/strong&gt; I hate it. Nyhaha. My friends are out and I have no idea if they're home already. I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thoughts today, so forgive me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bored though I was a bit busy awhile, preparing dinner. :) I was like in the show 30-minute meal. Haha. :) I cooked &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; dishes in 30 minutes! &lt;em&gt;Brilliant!&lt;/em&gt; Haha. :) Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. I am really really bored. :) My phone's very quiet unlike before and&lt;strong&gt; I'm missing it&lt;/strong&gt;. :) My ym's quiet, too cos my stat is in 'stepped out'. HaHa. Tsk. &lt;strong&gt;NON-sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad because I am bored or perhaps, I'm bored because I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugh. Confusion. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1683469450831418625?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1683469450831418625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1683469450831418625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1683469450831418625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1683469450831418625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-boredom-tt.html' title='I hate boredom. T.T'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-6332110559804818786</id><published>2007-03-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:30:36.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fun, fuuunnnn! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weee. :) I had &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; fun this day. :D My family and I had an outing somewhere with my Dad's office mates. Hmm. As usual, I didn't swim. I just had a concert for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two and a half hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nyahaha. :)) Beat that? :)) At first, I was so shy to sing because there was a lot of people but then after singing one song, I didn't stop anymore until my voice&lt;em&gt; broke out&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Shame&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought nobody wanted to sing but when I put the microphone and song book down, someone got it and sang. Haha. Well, they didn't tell me that they wanted to sing! :)) After having a 'concert', I felt really really tired and hungry. Haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, &lt;em&gt;fast forward&lt;/em&gt;...:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We ate dinner at The Fort. :) Separated from boys and girls. My mom, sister and I ate at Sushi-ya while my dad, bro and little bro, ate at Giligan's, I think. Haha. Walked around at Serendra and bought stuff. :) My sister, mom and I bought Crocs. :) Weee. Fun! :)) I got the ballet flats again with the strawberry pin on it. Yahoo. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By 30 past 9, we decided to go home. :) Getting &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of Krispy Kreme so we didn't buy anymore. Nyahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Lord. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-6332110559804818786?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/6332110559804818786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=6332110559804818786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6332110559804818786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/6332110559804818786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-fun-fuuunnnn-d.html' title='Fun, fun, fuuunnnn! :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3844267571438448724</id><published>2007-03-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:44:30.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up around 12.30 and did everything I had to do. I was kind of bored yet when the moon started to show up, there was something exciting or perhaps annoying and strange happened. My childhood friends came to visit me earlier. They were very noisy but I was happy to see them again. :) An hour later, my 'uncle' who happened to be my &lt;em&gt;enemy&lt;/em&gt;, came. I was really annoyed cos he was not allowed to go inside our house but he did. Damn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has the thickest face ever!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He &lt;strong&gt;went in&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;hugged&lt;/strong&gt; me. He didn't say a single word. He looked at me and I just said, "yes?". Still, he did not say anything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was shocked. :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After all the things he did, &lt;strong&gt;does he think a hug can melt my heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him. A hug &lt;strong&gt;isn't&lt;/strong&gt; enough. It &lt;strong&gt;takes time&lt;/strong&gt; and this is not yet the right time to forget everything. I may not forget what he did but atleast to forgive him right now? I &lt;strong&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I'm still waiting for the &lt;strong&gt;magic word&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3844267571438448724?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3844267571438448724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3844267571438448724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3844267571438448724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3844267571438448724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-day-d.html' title='What A Day. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3711853853305931785</id><published>2007-03-15T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:00:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School. [for them. haha.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel lazy to tell you everything that happened yesterday. :) I'll just give the summary. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My friends and I met up in Glorietta, too bad Ionne wasn't able to come as well as Quisha.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Played in Timezone the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Ian came. Haha. We missed him. :)&lt;br /&gt;♥ We used his timezone card to play dance revo and guitar freaks. Haha. USERS. &lt;strong&gt;j/k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♥ I went home at around 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Starbucks with parents.&lt;br /&gt;♥ A shitty thing happened. Or it was like, &lt;strong&gt;I ______ to a shitty animal.&lt;/strong&gt; Ergh. X)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Slept at &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;in the morning&lt;/em&gt;. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr. I hate it. I don't know how to write. Don't even know how to express what I feel right now. T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just sucks. T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[happy 15 to Nikka and Edizza.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3711853853305931785?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3711853853305931785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3711853853305931785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3711853853305931785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3711853853305931785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-day-of-school-for-them-haha.html' title='Last Day of School. [for them. haha.]'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-5906105617796193426</id><published>2007-03-13T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:52:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not my job. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Not My Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This's a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this short story. :) It's about selfishness. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-5906105617796193426?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/5906105617796193426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=5906105617796193426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5906105617796193426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5906105617796193426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-not-my-job.html' title='It&apos;s not my job. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-4149642687265274435</id><published>2007-03-10T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:44:31.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT. :)&lt;/strong&gt; I had a &lt;strong&gt;very good time&lt;/strong&gt; with my family today. :D My mum woke me up early and so my other siblings. :) We didn't know that they were planning to go somewhere different cos we're always bonding around the every mall! Haha. So we prepared ourselves and drove to Tagaytay. :D Relaxed, ate at Taal Vista Hotel, took photos, wondered about the crater of the volcano, and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lot lot lottttt moooreee. :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around four in the afternoon, my two little siblings were soo excited to go horse-riding. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; So we went there. :) After an hour, we decided to go home but bought some fruits first. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TRAVELLED... tra..ve..ll..eedd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had dinner in Alabang, window-shopped a little and rode the bump car for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Josh and I bought dance step something for PS2. Haha! So I can exercise more often. Haha. The CD was good cos you get to choose or insert your own CD for your own type of music and the songs installed were modern. :) It was really fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hm, I think that's just about it. :) I'm a bit tired and still gotta do something. :) &lt;strong&gt;Good night. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-4149642687265274435?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/4149642687265274435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=4149642687265274435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4149642687265274435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/4149642687265274435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/family-trip.html' title='Family Trip. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-5950782766928165629</id><published>2007-03-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:06:14.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Pain In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Greatest Pain In Life  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- To have someone you care so about so much throw a party... and not tell you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- To have people think that you don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- To be left in the dust after another's great achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--- Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better? Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life. Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them. If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished. You will simply be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ignored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as you have done to others.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-5950782766928165629?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/5950782766928165629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=5950782766928165629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5950782766928165629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/5950782766928165629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/greatest-pain-in-life.html' title='The Greatest Pain In Life'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2804842871520867504</id><published>2007-03-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:52:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My long-term holiday isn't going well. I'm getting sick of my everyday activities and I'm experiencing too much twinge. T.T I'm in doubt if it is just because of what happened for the past two weeks or plainly boredom. &lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not being in school for &lt;strong&gt;four months&lt;/strong&gt; now makes me really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Stupid in a way that I think I don't realise what I'm doing anymore; decisions, styles and the like.&lt;strong&gt; WAA&lt;/strong&gt;. If you get what I mean. Perhaps I'm like this because I still can't accept what has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh,&lt;strong&gt; ACCEPTANCE&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so slow realising that he has moved on while I'm still here standing, waiting for nothing. Maybe I'm over-reacting. Well, he doesn't care. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know for sure this will come to an end. I can do this. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, do you still know who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, you are A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, that's just my name... Add some description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; A is my ex-girlfriend and my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a big&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D I feel great. :) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2804842871520867504?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2804842871520867504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2804842871520867504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2804842871520867504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2804842871520867504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1621151693646215314</id><published>2007-03-06T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:10:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEAUTY OF LOVE. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEAUTY OF LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by: Author Unknown, A 5th Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?437"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The question is asked, "Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the answer is given. "Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story struck my heart. I have no idea why. It's short but it has a deeper meaning. :) Lovely. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1621151693646215314?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1621151693646215314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1621151693646215314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1621151693646215314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1621151693646215314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty-of-love-by-author-unknown-5th_06.html' title='THE BEAUTY OF LOVE. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-874426336023235027</id><published>2007-03-03T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:41:18.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IT. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, I'm loving this song. :)) Or let me put it this way, I'm loving her songs. Haha. :D This is just one of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUT YOUR RECORDS ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window.&lt;br /&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Summer came like cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;So sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;(just relax, just relax)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you,&lt;br /&gt;Got to love that afro hair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake&lt;br /&gt;Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-874426336023235027?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/874426336023235027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=874426336023235027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/874426336023235027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/874426336023235027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-im-loving-this-song.html' title='LOVE IT. &lt;3'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1337954368954390582</id><published>2007-02-28T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:50:47.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh-huh. :) I'm sooo like bored. As usual. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking to my bestie right now, making me feel better. :) &lt;strong&gt;Thanks a lot, bestie! Love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well. Bestie's right, &lt;em&gt;hindi dapat ako gina-ganun.&lt;/em&gt; Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And besides, there's a lot of other &lt;strong&gt;O-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out there. :)) &lt;strong&gt;A lot better&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;[one of them is my bestie. hahahha!] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm currently addicted to Azure's song, "Stick Around". Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;baobao&lt;/strong&gt; for letting me know about it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Whenever you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever you're crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be the one who wipes away your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever you're cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be the one who runs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And give you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you know how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you better not let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not asking for too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby, just stick around"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That isn't for &lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; feeler. Bleh. &gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1337954368954390582?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1337954368954390582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1337954368954390582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1337954368954390582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1337954368954390582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/woohoo_28.html' title='woohoo. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-881156997959397703</id><published>2007-02-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:58:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over and done. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Part two of Feb.13. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's finally over with him and her and she doesn't know how to react with it. She's not so sure if she should laugh and be happy or cry and stay in one corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not certain if she's stupid, dumb, whatever you call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She assumes her man is being sooo insensitive or maybe the other way around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She thinks her man wasted everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She is mad yet she's happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Letting her go is his own choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. She can't do anything but to go along with his decision. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Why would you let go of someone you know you've loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; [if you have loved her that mmuuuccchh. Haha.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's just a comment anyway. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-881156997959397703?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/881156997959397703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=881156997959397703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/881156997959397703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/881156997959397703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-over-and-done-d.html' title='It&apos;s over and done. :D'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-2689089287223961517</id><published>2007-02-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:56:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/strong&gt;You've got a ton of friends, so you have no problem meeting new people.You're great at thinking up new things and activities to do with your sweetie.You tend to let the little things slide in relationships... and focus on the bigger picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/strong&gt;In relationships, it tends to be your way or the highway.You can never open up completely to someone - you have to keep parts of yourself secret.You're cold and reserved, which leaves your partner feeling unloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/strong&gt;Flexible, because you're not going to be the one to compromise!Is smart and quirky with lots of weird interests... including you.A true individualist who doesn't care what anyone thinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/strong&gt;Stimulating. You prefer dates that explore a shared interest - like a lecture, muesum tour, or concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/strong&gt;Wacky. Your wild ideas have your lover wondering what's next. Insatiable - it takes a lot to satisfy your desires.Varied. You're eager to try things as soon as you learn about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/strong&gt;Bring a little responsibility to your relationship - like showing up for dates!Compromise a little. It would kill you to do things your lover's way for once.Be aware of your partner's jealousy. Even though you aren't jealous, realize your partner is sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Sky blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Horoscope for Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you travel, you want to go someplace very few people have been.You want a vacation that's a very unique experience - and off the beaten path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should travel to:&lt;/strong&gt;New Zealand (especially the South Island) Russia, Alaska, Iceland, Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.Your emotions tend to be relaxed and uncomplicated. You don't read too much into things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Red Velvet Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rich, decadent, and sensual.You have a deep appeal that transcends all trends.You are the definition of passion: intense, adventurous, and seductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The True You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you.With respect to money, you spend whatever you have.You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Likely a First Born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.At work and school, you do best when you're researching.When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realistic and practical, you see the world for how it is.You know what it takes to succeed in life...And you're happy to help others reach their goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUT OF BOREDOM. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-2689089287223961517?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/2689089287223961517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=2689089287223961517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2689089287223961517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/2689089287223961517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogthings.html' title='blogthings. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-3004642058090698357</id><published>2007-02-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:33:22.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zozozombiiee. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/strong&gt; I missed blogging. :) Anyway, I was shocked when I checked my blog yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;There were frogs everywhere!&lt;/strong&gt; That's why I changed it. :) &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN. T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day. :)) I was with Ampy the whole day but it was supposed to be with the &lt;strong&gt;whole Vv&lt;/strong&gt;. O_o From 1 to 7, we just window-shopped. Haha. :)) Bought tube tops. &lt;em&gt;[getting ready for summer? Haha. Not really.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;By 7 something, we met with Cammy and had dinner&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; :p Then, I went home by 9. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired and sleepy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super had fun with those girls. :) &lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; a lot! love love,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i don't know what to say. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; hangover. :) &lt;em&gt;Success. &lt;/em&gt;Hahahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah, my old phone was formatted. T.T 'Special' messages were &lt;em&gt;erased&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think these are signs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;strong&gt; IDK&lt;/strong&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.&lt;br /&gt;She was the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't there a lot of plain faces?&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look&lt;br /&gt;A real good look or you might miss out&lt;br /&gt;On that beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;--Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder; Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-3004642058090698357?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/3004642058090698357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=3004642058090698357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3004642058090698357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/3004642058090698357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/zozozombiiee.html' title='zozozombiiee. :))'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-8330713026745045501</id><published>2007-02-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:57:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts day. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY MATTERS  (Joe Sica)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death never leaves you as it finds you; it changes your perspective, forcing you to realize how&lt;strong&gt; temporary&lt;/strong&gt; everything is in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death does that-challenges us &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to take each other for granted, reminds us to say &lt;strong&gt;"I love you"&lt;/strong&gt; right now. Show your loved ones how much you care with a hug or a kiss-now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the funeral home, it will be too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death has an unreality about it. You think you're going to wake up and everything is going to be as it was before, but it just isn't true. Death is &lt;strong&gt;final&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death opens our eyes, showing us that the only time that matters is right now. Death teaches us a simple lesson: &lt;strong&gt;Forget&lt;/strong&gt; about yesterday-it's over-and tomorrow may never come, but we haven't seen today before, so live it as well as you possibly can. Stop putting things off. The only people who should be afraid of death are those who haven't lived, those who say, "I'll do it when I get around to it," "I tell him I love him tomorrow." If you don't live today, your "tomorrows" will to run out. &lt;strong&gt;Live life now&lt;/strong&gt;, tell people now, when their eyes are open, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow it might be too late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OHHH~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Yiee. Haha. Remember: Tomorrow might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now, very happy that my life's back to normal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy 14 to Eesah and Lemy. :) Wishing you the best. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-8330713026745045501?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/8330713026745045501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=8330713026745045501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8330713026745045501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/8330713026745045501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/hearts-day.html' title='Hearts day. :)'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-7544711320151058361</id><published>2007-02-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:11:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohlala. ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love love has come her way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's hurting inside. She has no idea what has happened. Everything just changed in a &lt;strong&gt;snap&lt;/strong&gt;. She is confused. She is thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking how everything took place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking what has gone off her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking what's on her partner's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was talking before, but now she's all alone sitting, quiet and still. She doesn't know what to do anymore. All she knows is, she's &lt;strong&gt;wounded&lt;/strong&gt;. Wounded by the things unknown that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tear down her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She cries every night without knowing the reason why. She doesn't even have an idea why there's &lt;strong&gt;anger, pain and fear&lt;/strong&gt; in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her heart is now starting to get numb like there's some sort of &lt;em&gt;anaesthesia &lt;/em&gt;and her spirit blows her away from the man she has loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her heart is dying.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is pretending that everything's alright but she weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...there's a part of her that wants to forget everything and a part that craves to bring back the happiness &lt;em&gt;THEY&lt;/em&gt; had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She wishes and smiles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-7544711320151058361?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/7544711320151058361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=7544711320151058361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7544711320151058361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/7544711320151058361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohlala.html' title='Oohlala. ~~'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097089641969404936.post-1281149254811602262</id><published>2007-02-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:33:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold treatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOAH.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm bored &lt;strong&gt;again,&lt;/strong&gt; but thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt; for making me &lt;strong&gt;laugh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out loud&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; :)) &lt;strong&gt;DAGOK NG KAPALARAN&lt;/strong&gt;, ani nga niya. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whew! I'm chatting with him right now and we're talking about &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;[serious mode. WHATEVER.] :)) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being cold is just&lt;strong&gt; soooo&lt;/strong&gt; perfect. Haha! 'kidding. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letch. &lt;strong&gt;My boredom kills me. T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUY ME A &lt;em&gt;PLASTIC&lt;/em&gt; RING AND TELL ME YOU LOVE ME. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097089641969404936-1281149254811602262?l=tralala-hazey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/feeds/1281149254811602262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3097089641969404936&amp;postID=1281149254811602262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1281149254811602262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097089641969404936/posts/default/1281149254811602262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralala-hazey.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-treatment.html' title='cold treatment'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14770455990677840625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNiZAXV-CtI/SxOHmJS6i-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WqIJerkSOUc/S220/IMG_9005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
