<?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-2938228580489548115</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:24:49.760-08:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='irritated'/><category term='church'/><category term='comeback'/><category term='cut'/><category term='worries'/><category term='death'/><category term='DSPC'/><category term='fiesta'/><category term='new'/><category term='unfinished'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bes'/><category term='school'/><category term='KULET'/><category term='laziness'/><category term='questions'/><category term='assurance'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>It could be a S w e e t D r e a m</title><subtitle type='html'>or a B e a t u f u l N i g h t m a r e.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-6103774485813308510</id><published>2009-10-01T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:03:05.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DSPC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ONE TIME♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTESTK389I/AAAAAAAAADA/G62CIs8jYE4/s1600-h/1254037089227_1254037089227_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTESTK389I/AAAAAAAAADA/G62CIs8jYE4/s320/1254037089227_1254037089227_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646872904528850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"October na agad?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--Yep, and it's really shocking to know that days just pass by this FAST. Frankly, I am enjoying life this year and I am REALLY hoping that it would not end just like that. This year's being very meaningful to me and I'm very grateful for that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Division Schools Press Conference 2009 was held. Yah, I'm a delegate for Feature Writing. We had a "TRAINING" at our school's library and missed classes *but we attended our math class because out math teacher doesn't give exemptions :(*. Under our adviser's "TRAINING", we did a lot. We arranged the I.D.s we and other schools will use, listened to the training of the broadcasters, skipped boring classes, wrote articles for our school organ, ate late, filled our ears with stories from our bored co-delegates and a lot more. SEE? Our "TRAINING" was very productive: :D&gt; In fact, I only passed two sheets of paper and heard the phrase "Okay na yan" from our adviser *without reading it* after passing those. HAHA. Nice x(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, our editor in cheif didn't make it as the new president of SWACS. And, she place ninth for copyreading and headline writing in filipino, meaning, she will not join the RSPC. That made all of us lose faith in joining th RSPC this year. But we we're very surprised that 3 of us made it. I was very shocked hearing the speaker mentioning my name at the stage winning the seventh place. While walking towards the stage, my body was SHAKING. I was very nervous, happy and I really wanted to cry that time. HAHA. I'll never forget that experience xDD Winning such an award like that made me feel contented. :) Because of excitement for the RSPC '09, me and my co-delegates decided to buy a tshirt with a very nice print on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTDpnijwAI/AAAAAAAAACo/6oBvtq6R87Y/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTDpnijwAI/AAAAAAAAACo/6oBvtq6R87Y/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646173997940738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last month, September, made me feel very happy. That activity our teacher in Values Education gave us made a very BIG impact on me. It's the first time someone appreciated the things I do for him as a friend. In fact, I can still remember the things he said. Thanks a lot, bespren :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTDwwbejEI/AAAAAAAAACw/g3ShylGX800/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTDwwbejEI/AAAAAAAAACw/g3ShylGX800/s320/aaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646296643243074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really felt guilty after hearing him say those words. I noticed that from the moment he drew that line to my name and as he tell everyone the reason why he picked me as the one closest to his heart, the heart of the girl beside me was breaking into pieces. Days passed after that activity, I went to Binakayan with him. I saw her face while she's saying goodbye to both of us. I don't know what she's thinking about but for me, it's usual for us *me and my bestfriend* to hang out together or go to different places with just the two of us. I just get irritated with her whenever she's making me feel that I will steal him from her. But, how and why can I steal him from her if she's not even related to him and they don't have any special relationship to share with each other?!?! DUH?! He's my bestfriend and not your HUSBAND. So stop being jealous without having any valid reason. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Typhoon Ondoy. A very destructive typhoon that passed the country and gave every Filipino a very tear jerking scenario. Mud, flood and houses with wrecked furnitures inside. Gah! But I'm very thankful that our family is safe up to now. STATUS: waiting for the new typhoons that will pass our country and staying up to date with the latest news about them. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTESjjowdI/AAAAAAAAADI/81RWgeDpRMk/s1600-h/Manila-StormKetsana01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTESjjowdI/AAAAAAAAADI/81RWgeDpRMk/s320/Manila-StormKetsana01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646877303357906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoying facebook, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was planning to make an essay about the life each and everyone of us dreams to have. But I felt lazy to do it so I'll do it tomorrow or some other day :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am having a new addiction right now. His smile can't get off my mind. His voice keeps on repeating inside my mind. HAHA. Lalalab xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTD5wjaFgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jT1uXsXnQH8/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTD5wjaFgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jT1uXsXnQH8/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646451295327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received a message from my sister's friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I saw these in twitter from Koreans. I remember wat 1 of the Koreans sd "hv u&lt;br /&gt;heard d news? The m0nkey island Philippines is flooded. I hope the rain wil nvr&lt;br /&gt;stop to drown those m0nkeys". All of them are laughing! Another retard korean&lt;br /&gt;said "they wil all die bcoz m0nkeys cntswim" then LAUGHED.&lt;br /&gt;Pls pass this msg.&lt;br /&gt;Send as many as u can. Koreans in our c0untry dont deserve ourhospitality!!&lt;br /&gt;indeed&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA. I don't know why this message was passed on while Kim Bum arrived in our country to offer his help for those who were affected by Ondoy knowing that he is a Korean who received hospitality yesterday from a lot of Filipinos who even waited for his arrival at NAIA. BWAHAHA. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-6103774485813308510?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/6103774485813308510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/6103774485813308510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/6103774485813308510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-time.html' title='ONE TIME♥'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SsTESTK389I/AAAAAAAAADA/G62CIs8jYE4/s72-c/1254037089227_1254037089227_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-5074102956079965604</id><published>2009-08-30T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:24:07.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assurance'/><title type='text'>Share the Word, Live the Eucharist</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been participating church activities. I think it's just right for me because I have to thank God for all those wonderful blessings He gave me these past few months. I feel very grateful that I should not miss any activity of the church for the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Gold, Silver &amp;amp; Bronze) attended the AYD Conference last Thursday (08/27/09). There were activities that a lot of us students participated. We had fun that day. The lecturers made us feel comfortable just like what we feel when we're talking to our friend while they're discussing. I enjoyed those activities especially the storytelling part. I was a participant there. GO MANANAYAW TEAM! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago, I went to the church to watch the mini concert the church offered. My best friend accompanied me. I he always sat beside me even if he has something to do.  A lot of teenagers showed off their talents. My best friend's group, Knights of the Altar (KOA), presented a song too. It was a lot of fun knowing that he's a little shy because of the malfunctioning sound system that made his voice unpleasant to the ear. But I still enjoyed it. I laughed a lot after their presentation. =)) And as a closing presentation, the YAsia Fiesta dance. HAHA. I really idolize Kuya Jhed's talent in singing and in dancing as well. WOW. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the need to rest because of the Math Camp we had last Friday afternoon to Saturday morning. BTW, I was satisfied with my grade. HAHA. I didn't have low grades. YAY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I still feel lazy because of Math Camp. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-5074102956079965604?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/5074102956079965604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/share-word-live-eucharist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/5074102956079965604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/5074102956079965604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/share-word-live-eucharist.html' title='Share the Word, Live the Eucharist'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-8913854237636526586</id><published>2009-08-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:06:14.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>WHATDA?! xD</title><content type='html'>Many people are getting interested with my pictures (especially those solo pics of mine) and I don't know why. Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SoAa_LI123I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gg_HiUCCOkg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 27px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SoAa_LI123I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gg_HiUCCOkg/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368320428449586034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said. Tss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-8913854237636526586?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/8913854237636526586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatda-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/8913854237636526586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/8913854237636526586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatda-xd.html' title='WHATDA?! xD'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SoAa_LI123I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gg_HiUCCOkg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-130193352663038542</id><published>2009-08-06T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:57:44.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comeback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It could be a DREAM.</title><content type='html'>Yess. I'm back right in the scene of blogging again. I've missed this :p&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of things that happened while I'm gone. I'll just put some of them here. I think, of all the things I've been through that time, they're the ones I remembered because of their importance. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SnrAR4obTkI/AAAAAAAAABw/nvbDV2-fVrM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SnrAR4obTkI/AAAAAAAAABw/nvbDV2-fVrM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366813319457623618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reached plurk nirvana! woot!~ :DD HAHA. Yeah, it really made me happy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things were very meaningful for me those times. It's a good thing I've appreciated such things because those will never be back again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, me, Sonny, Joneil and other staffers from our school paper went to INHS. We attended the Cluster Schools Press Conference '09 or CSPC. We spent three days there as a training for the Division Schools Press Conference '09 or DSPC. Every student was permitted to join every contest they want to. Luckily, ETTMNHS won the 1st place in the overall of the 4 schools. All of us won in each of the categories. We're very thankful for that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last July 18, 2009, something meaningful for me happened. I had a bestfriend. Guess what? He's a boy. xD And.. bla, bla.. :PP I'm thankful for having him as my bestfriend. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the UPCAT last August 1. The reviewer SCARED us o.o I just hope that I will pass. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! I almost forgot. I had an enemy. &gt;:) But we're okay now. It's good that we talked with each other PERSONALLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I feel soooooo sleepy. I try hard to sleep after classes but my classmates' noise just don't let me take a nap. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having our annual FILM SHOWING in Filipino this Saturday at SM Bacoor. So, who'll be there? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being ready for our periodical exams next week. I think I'm still feeling lazy to study for an exam. Uhh. I don't know why. It's just that I don't want to read my lectures over and over. It's so frustrating. I'd rather sleep xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be writing a feature article now but I have no idea of what to write xD And I'm feeling nervous because of that Essay Writing contest that my teacher assigned me in. Uhh. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said too much. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo lazy these days. Forgive me :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-130193352663038542?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/130193352663038542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-could-be-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/130193352663038542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/130193352663038542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-could-be-dream.html' title='It could be a DREAM.'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SnrAR4obTkI/AAAAAAAAABw/nvbDV2-fVrM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-3446120627136597036</id><published>2009-05-15T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:35:37.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KULET'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I saw you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I planned to make this post today. I was too busy preparing our school requirements. Not only MY requirements, but also my sister's. In short, I was BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12 was our Enrollment Day. As planned, some of us will go to SM. We wanted to spend time together while we're still classmates and of course, third year students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there around 8:30am. My classmates were finished enrolling themselves. I didn't notice the bulletin board where the list of sections and students were posted. I just went up the stage and enrolled myself. I was really in a hurry that I answered the question of the person there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sir: Section?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh. (unsure) Bayabas po.&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Ay, neng. Dun ang third year.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ay, hindi po! Silver po ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the result of not checking your section when you enroll. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, 4 of my classmates were seperated from us this coming schoolyear. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'll check if THAT person is there too. But, he's not yet there. I hanged out with my other classmates. That day, I had another friend. I forgot to ask her name. HAHA. She's the cousin of my friend. She'll transfer there for a reason that she told us without hesitation. Yes, it is a serious problem of a student like her. Imagine, she's from Laguna. She'll transfer to our school to escape that problem she encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9:00am, THAT person came. But I felt the opposite feeling of what I wanted to feel. I felt shy and uncomfortable. I don't know why but I can't even say a word in front of him. Maybe it's because of what I knew. The secret. HAHA. Even if he didn't tell me who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside we waited for our other friend. From that time we went out up to now, I can't understand that feeling I had that time when I saw THAT gesture or look or WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived, we hurried her to death. She's late! We really wanted to go. She also brought along her friend from Naic. That day, I made 2 new friends at once! HAHA. That's an improvement for my social ability. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought many of  my classmates will come but it ended up to 12 of us. It was not usual. We always go out with a bunch of classmates around. It's the first time we were less than 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Isabel, Abbie and Rochelle (new friend) managed to seperate with our other classmates. It's not that we didn't want to be with them. It's just that, "HINDI NAMIN TRIP ANG MGA TRIP NILA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 1:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13, I accompanied my sister at school. She took the exam for the first year students who are qualified for the special science sections. I waited for a little while for them to finish their exam. It was only THREE HOURS! THREE HOURS OF WAITING WITHOUT ANYONE TO TALK TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it paid off. She got the highest score in the group. We went home. We wanted to watch BFF so our Lola and Ninang told us that we can come too. The movie was great! It was very funny and it has drama too. All in all, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our fiesta here in Wakas. There's too much activities held this year. I went to watch the Singing Contest yesterday. The winner/champion was a 10 year old boy who sang the song with the lines that has that up and down tone of voice. He deserves that award. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Miss Gay a few moments ago. I didn't finish it because there's too many people. My neck aches. It's too hot there. I can't breathe. I just got amazed with that gay that looks like a girl. If you'll see her, you can't tell that he's really a gay. He is a girl. Yess. All of the people are screaming for her. She got the looks and her voice? Pure voice of a girl. I envy her for having such a beautiful face. HAHA. And there's this gay. I was surprised that he passed the audition. And I almost forgot, most of them are not from Wakas. There are some that came over from Batangas, Catanduanes and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When it's good then it's good, it's so good 'til it turns bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-3446120627136597036?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/3446120627136597036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/3446120627136597036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/3446120627136597036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-you.html' title='I saw you.'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-4031168077024179673</id><published>2009-05-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:58:39.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KULET'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Who is she?</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, May 2, my classmate's father died. I only knew it when our class president sent a message to all of us. I pity her. In fact, she's our top 1. I went at Excellent, at Putol, that afternoon. The only one's who were there are me and our president. I convinced our other classmates to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go home early because our president went home. When I got home, I got a message from a classmate. He asked me if I was still there. Even if I'm at home, I told him that I was still there. I wanted them to visit our classmate. So, I told a lie. But, at least, they did't get mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this post because a person made me very very curious. I don't know who the heck he is talking about. I just opened our conversation with a question then it got longer up to that person he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Kamusta ubo mo?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok naman. Akala ko nga TB (tuberculosis) na eh. Buti magaling si Doc.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Buti naman. Binigyan ka ng gamot?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oo. Tapos yun, nawala na.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Niloloko mo ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hindi ah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;There, it started there. He's been asking me if I will attend the interment of our classmate's father this thursday. I told him that I will. I also asked him. But he replied no. So, this is where my curiousity started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Bakit hindi ka sasama?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ewan ko ba. Try ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: May date ka no?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wala. Kanino naman?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa gf mo.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wala akong gf.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ows. Eh sino yung sinasabihan mo sa GM mo? (he's sending all of us his GMs with the phrases like, "i miss you" "i love you" "take care")&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wala nga akong gf. May gusto lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sino?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Basta.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nyek. Clue?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Secret.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teka nga, sabi mo gusto mo lang, bakit nagwa-143 ka sa GM mo? Baka inlove ka ah. Yihee, si *toot* inlove!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Siguro nga. Oo. Inlove nga ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kelan pa?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Kelan lang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kilala ko ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Secret.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bili na, yun lang naman tanong ko tapos wala na akong tatanungin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he didn't send me a reply. I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I way too curious? Why? I was just asking. Or am I just asking? What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. Am I doing the wrong thing again? Am I still thinking straight? Or am I just making believe again? Yes, maybe I'm just creating my own story behind those words. Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let that question in my mind unanswered up to that day that I will know what the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit sabay kami na-inlove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kanino ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ako, sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-4031168077024179673?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/4031168077024179673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/4031168077024179673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/4031168077024179673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-she.html' title='Who is she?'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-4483811405906523632</id><published>2009-05-01T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:45:01.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>What's with '11'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxFvkwTy0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RXm9lTGutxE/s1600-h/DSC02847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxFvkwTy0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RXm9lTGutxE/s320/DSC02847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331212742522293058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tasted paradise AGAIN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of waiting for its confirmation, it happened at last! At first, my parents didn't allow me to come on the day just before the swimming. I was really annoyed that I acted like a child that was forbidden to eat chocolates for the rest of her life. Luckily, the morning next day, my Mom woke me up and asked me the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like to come?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first answer was, "How come? You told me you will not let me." Then I fell asleep again. For the second time, my mom rushed upstairs and woke me up again then asked me the same question again. Now, my response was "I don't have money so how can I go?". When my mom went downstairs, I fixed myself. I went down and saw them (mama&amp;amp;&amp;amp;papa) talking. They decided that I could go that day and join the swimming! Woo! I rushed upstairs and prepared my things. I was not smiling that much but inside, I was jumping because of happiness! Haha. My mom also asked my sister if she would like to come but she refused and slept. So, I was the only one who will accompany my ninang and lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 8:30am, I rushed at our computer shop to test phplurk. At first, I thought it won't work. So I just left it but I registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went first at the house of my lola's sister in Salinas because it was our meeting place with our other relatives from the Morada sector. I felt so happy to see the puppy I took care of when it was little. He has now grown up and now he has those fluffy fur just like what his mother has. I just missed him so much! The jeep came then it led us to a resort named Villa Amelia Resort in Santol, Tanza, Cavite. Fortunately, we are their only customers that they. It was like we own the whole resort! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started swimming around 12noon. It was really a lucky day because the sun is so shy to come out. We just got off the pool if it was eating time. Haha. We own three pools that day. First, the lime colored pool (because of the tiles) it's about 2 feet? Second, the blue pool which is a 3ft-4ft-5ft pool. And lastly, the pool where we stayed all the time, the green colored pool which is a 4ft-5ft-6ft pool. We stayed at the last pool because we don't feel comfortable with the other pools. Also, the other pools' water was very cold that we'll only catch a cold if we will swim there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxNCyjDFrI/AAAAAAAAABg/MkqsUWeiktk/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxNCyjDFrI/AAAAAAAAABg/MkqsUWeiktk/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220769223677618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the afternoon, we got off the pool to eat. I was very irritated that time.. forget it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bath at around 6:00pm. I took a rest before we go. I really enjoyed that day. Verrrry happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was my first time to have cuts after swimming. I had three fingers with those cuts. Those were causing pain to my hand for two days. Good thing they are okay now. Here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxLQsRWAnI/AAAAAAAAABY/QWrh18OqJJ4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxLQsRWAnI/AAAAAAAAABY/QWrh18OqJJ4/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331218809033720434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This day, I received a lot of bad news. Now, I have to research about "CEREBRAL ATROPHY" because my grandmother (mother's side) had this sickness this morning that my aunt rushed to the city in Aklan just to have a CT Scan. I feel everyone worried and I, myself, do feel the same too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-4483811405906523632?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/4483811405906523632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-with-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/4483811405906523632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/4483811405906523632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-with-11.html' title='What&apos;s with &apos;11&apos;?'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/SfxFvkwTy0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RXm9lTGutxE/s72-c/DSC02847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938228580489548115.post-6842236767720267903</id><published>2009-04-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:35:03.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KULET'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Confirmed!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so this is my first post here. I just got so embarrassed with what I read. So I deleted that blof right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year - OVER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's over. So the college things show up. I think I am really pressured whenever people ask me about my course. My answer? "IDK." But, I really enjoyed my 3rd year life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 3rd year of high school, I had a new environment. I transferred from Atheneum to Emiliano Tria Tirona Memorial National High School. Yes, it is a public school and I am not ashamed of it. Even if it has bas features (BAD, really) it also has good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very scared of transferring. I cried whenever I think about it. But, after all, all those tears faded away. I seemed that I have nothing to fear at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put in our section, Bayabas. It is the 1st section of the BEC curriculum (for those who don't know what the heck is BEC, then I pity you) of our school. When I first entered our classroom, I was like a cat lost in a dog pound. All eyes are on me. The first session was the introduction of our classmates and teachers (as usual). I sat at the 4th chair in the 1st row. Then suddenly, when it was my seatmate's turn to introduce herself, our adviser changed the language to be used into english. I was frustrated because I am the next one. I was like "WHAT WILL I SAY?! WILL THEY LAUGH AT ME?!" Then, it's my turn.. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I really don't know anyone before Mary Grace asked me to stroll around and buy a snack. She was my first friend. Then I easily made friends with everyone. I have fun with them. But, of course, their last year's top ten didn't even tried to talk to me. I know why, and I'm not sharing it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed, I made friends with everyone. We always have fun. I am proud of my section. VERY PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we knew our adviser will leave us. It was very shocking because when we knew it, she was already fixing her papers. Her last day made us all cry. Even the boys cried. She was a very good and promising teacher. She taught us very well. We miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she flew to Bahrain, she introduced our new adviser to us. At first, we were not comfortable with her. She was very strict. But as time flew, we liked her. We had fun times with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other teachers were strict but all of them have a fun side too. They taught us all that they know and all that they have in their minds. Some are too lazy that we hated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove my classmates. This time, I know what to do if I will have a transferee classmate. I will do my best to entertain them and make them feel wht I felt with my present classmate. I just hope no one in our class will be placed in another section. I hope we'll stay together. And for this year, I will do my best to make even more friends not only in our class but also with other years to have a very wonderful and happy high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've finally made my school year-ender at last! I didn't make one in my other blog because I was too lazy that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I will tell this here. Yes, I am... *toot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938228580489548115-6842236767720267903?l=ghiiie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/feeds/6842236767720267903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/04/confirmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/6842236767720267903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938228580489548115/posts/default/6842236767720267903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghiiie.blogspot.com/2009/04/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed!'/><author><name>ghiiie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462451796775978849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_EMtnFHFN8/TRGEplLJiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YEwSKp-quRc/S220/163072_1798319317259_1218035856_2148733_4698316_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
