<?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-526201518088104949</id><updated>2011-10-04T12:33:46.896-07:00</updated><category term='toxic. :)'/><category term='review classes'/><title type='text'>Reena</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7574105889349870011</id><published>2011-05-22T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:55:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello again my precious blog! ♥ I'm sorry, again, for not posting anything for the past few weeks. I've been too preoccupied with other stuff, hence, making me forget to write what I feel. Honestly, I don't know what to say 'cause my life is as boring as hell. No lovelife, no problems, no everything. HAHAHA. I'm on the brink of telling my friends, &lt;i&gt;Awayin niyo naman ako. Ang boring ng buhay ko. &lt;/i&gt;But of course, I won't do that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in Baguio this weekend. My last out-of-town trip before my classes start. &lt;i&gt;Boo La Salle for starting school early. &lt;/i&gt;:))) I'm actually glad that my parents decided to treat us here because I needed to get away from Laguna and feel the coldness. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, as usual, I don't have anything to say. So, I'm just going to post a picture! :D Tata! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh5dL1yJYyA/Tdjdhmn6JBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/apnI3ZgJ9KA/s1600/Snapshot_20110522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh5dL1yJYyA/Tdjdhmn6JBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/apnI3ZgJ9KA/s320/Snapshot_20110522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-7574105889349870011?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7574105889349870011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7574105889349870011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7574105889349870011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-of-thoughts.html' title='Weekend of thoughts'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh5dL1yJYyA/Tdjdhmn6JBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/apnI3ZgJ9KA/s72-c/Snapshot_20110522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8088188467468268741</id><published>2011-04-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:39:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Months of Silence</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the months of silence. I just couldn't find the time to write about anything. Mostly because, I don't have anything to write about. So, to be able to update this blog of mine of the past events, I'll write down everything that's important. Let's start from the most recent..&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjoL26iYd2g/Ta2LHKEGFII/AAAAAAAAAD8/grIQ95M6QPo/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjoL26iYd2g/Ta2LHKEGFII/AAAAAAAAAD8/grIQ95M6QPo/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are my 3rd term grades. I originally had a problem with my CBESTA1 grade 'cause I needed a 2.5, but I only got a 2.0. I appealed to my professor. At fist, he didn't approve, but I saw that the score in my first quiz was wrongly recorded. I pointed out that mistake and I got the grade I wanted. Sooo, I just need o get a 2.5 on both my COMALGE and BUSCALC subjects, then I'm good to go for shifting to BSA! Yes, I still want to shift. I'm not giving up 'cause it's my lifelong dream. (Okaaay, that was an exaggeration. I only wanted it since I was in 3rd year high school.) Anyway, I still pray every night, hoping that my prayers will make my dream come true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That covers April. Moving on to March, there's only one important event on that month. March 4, 2011. I know it's my mom's birthday, but what I'm about to relate is not about her. I saw him that night. I wasn't expecting it 'cause I only invited Mark and Carla. He was finally there in front of me and it hurt like hell. I pretended that I didn't care about him (I'm good in that field.) I acted like the freaking martyr again. I even told Carla and him to kiss, just for fun. I kept hugging Mark, whispering that I couldn't take it anymore. At the end of the night, I hugged him, hoping that this will be the last time that I'll ever face him. He texted me that night, saying that he was sorry about the kiss between him and my bestfriend during their previous inuman session. I told him that the kiss hurt me, but I wasn't willing to be mad at my bestfriend because of a boy. He said sorry again and I forgave him. I told him that I wanted us to be friends again. I actually hoped that we could be close like before. However, he didn't show that he wanted to be friends with me again. I actually got jealous by the way Carla and him talks/hangs out. It was painful so I decided that I want nothing to do with him. No stories from Carla, no text messages, no everything. I just wanted to move one. As of now, I'm only 20% complete in this horrendous process. I loved him for more than 4 years, it's not easy to lose something like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I think that's it. I instantly became depressed. Luuuuul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Till next time. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/526201518088104949-8088188467468268741?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8088188467468268741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/months-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8088188467468268741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8088188467468268741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/months-of-silence.html' title='Months of Silence'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjoL26iYd2g/Ta2LHKEGFII/AAAAAAAAAD8/grIQ95M6QPo/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8931525047471349613</id><published>2011-01-14T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:19:58.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE GOOD REASON</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;I am sorry for not blogging. I have been so caught up with my academics that I couldn't find the time to type in this empty, white space you call a blog. Haha. (Yeah, it's corny. Haha) My 3rd term's amazing. I got a lot of breaks and I spend it with Club Princess. Me and my girls have become closer and I can see them being my friends throughout my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's an open book to everyone right now because I'm really not that secretive anymore. That's why I barely blog about my life because it's boring as hell. I don't have time to look for love or even have a relationship under these conditions. For the time being, I'm focused on my studies and getting into the BSA program. My only desire for this year is to make it as a student majoring in Accountancy. All I want for this year is to make my wish come true. Of course, I believe that wishes don't come true unless you do something to make it become real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I have two mind boggling problems. Three nights ago, I was looking at C's facebook profile. It was an action I regretted because when I looked at his photos, I felt something deep inside me that I only felt when I was still in love with him. Up to now, I'm still torturing myself for not getting over him after all that he's done. I keep telling myself, &lt;i&gt;Enough. He's hurt you to much. &lt;/i&gt;But it doesn't happen. All I get are these tears running down my face, reminding me of my never-ending stupidity. I mean, it has been years since first fell for him, but the memory of him is still alive. He isn't even being a friend to me right now but he's still residing in this dying heart of mine. I guess I'm torn between missing the friendship, or missing(or searching) for his love that I know never existed. Okay, I'm being melodramatic but I guess I just want to get this over with. If there was only a machine that deletes a person's memory of a specific person, I'll definitely use it ----- just to take me away from this misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to tell you of my other problem. So, I'll cut the story short. Is it true that when a friend of yours has a relationship, he sometimes forgets that he has a friend? Well that's happening to me now. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's just weird that I don't personally know Mark's girl. I don't even know what she's like, that's why I'm feeling like this. I just miss talking to my two bestfriends so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health. &lt;/b&gt;Yes, I am sticking to my belief that cigarettes ruin a person's life. I won't interfere with my friends' decision about this because I have the feeling that the cigarettes is more important than listening to me. Yeah, I'm hurt. Both of my bestfriends smoke in front of me, and I let them because I want them to realize, on their own, that I don't like it and that I get hurt deep inside, knowing that they think it's okay with me. I hate this feeling. I don't want to have a grudge against my bestfriends, but I can't help it. I was torn when they smoked in front of my house, on my f-ing birthday and they didn't even notice. They are my friends but cut me some slack, &lt;i&gt;I just don't want to see my friends throwing their life away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And if you disagree with my stand, tell me ONE GOOD REASON on why cigarettes are good for you. &lt;/b&gt;Remember, ONE GOOD REASON. A reason that I cannot contradict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all. I'm swamped because I spent the day with Carla Mae. Good night guys. I hope you find peace in your sleeeep! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-8931525047471349613?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8931525047471349613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-good-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8931525047471349613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8931525047471349613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-good-reason.html' title='ONE GOOD REASON'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4145893722628013594</id><published>2011-01-03T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:59:05.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story Meant for the Garbage Can :P Leave comments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Prologue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;San Fernando, Pampanga was experiencing a strong storm that evening. The authority advised the people to stay in their homes and be ready for anything that might happen. Apparently, this news did not reach the group of young people headed to San Fernando City for a weekend getaway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Hun, are you sure about this? The rain’s getting worse.” Silver, a beautiful brunette, addressed her boyfriend, Lanz. They were leading the convoy of 3 cars. She was getting worried on the current weather and in the fact that they were driving with haste along the San Fernando bridge. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“B, we’ve already come this far. And I think the resort’s not far away.” Lanz reassured her 2-year long girlfriend. Silver still had this feeling that everything was not okay and their safety was at a risky place, but she decided to believe her boyfriend, since he was the one who knew this place thoroughly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Okay, just slow down. It’s dangerous to drive fast in this weather.”, she advised, but Lanz seemed like he hadn’t heard her at all. He remained driving in a 120 km/hr range. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Unfortunately for them, a truck carrying heavy equipment lost control of his brakes. It was coming right at them and as a human instinct, Lanz tried to avoid the truck ----- leading to the direct impact of the truck to the passenger side of the SUV. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Blood was shed and the car was seriously damaged. Silver, age 18, was barely breathing and her boyfriend was passed out. This tragic accident led to the numerous screams of the people in that convoy. Numbers were dialed and people were trying so hard to keep both of their friends alive. Later on, ambulance sirens were heard and those people were still hoping that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;That happened in exactly 9:20 in the evening of May 14, 2010. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;New York City was as vibrant as ever. It was a sunny day, a perfect day for a car race. The stadium was filled with a lot of people and sometimes, you could only see them as ants, waiting for their food. Within this crowd was a black-haired, mysterious 20-year old guy, who was very much involved in the race, which was greatly disapproved by his 1-month long girlfriend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Ivan, you have got to stop this nonsense. This is dangerous.”, his girlfriend, Callie pleaded. Ivan was the type of guy who was adventurous. He loved extreme sports, dangerous getaways --- you get the point. It was too bad that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate any of this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Cal, chill aryt? This is simple car racing. What could possibly go wrong?” He flashed his famous smile and Callie was in a haze again. It was hard not to be dazzled by this awesome piece of work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Okay. But be careful okay?” They kissed and Ivan was off to go. He put on his helmet and rode the vehicle that his best friend has made for him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;A gun was fired and all that was heard was the sound of screeching, accelerating tires. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Ivan was having the time of his life. He grinned as he passed by numerous cars, sensing his near victory. He pressed on the gas some more and he felt the car speed up. He really liked this because it was as if his life was fast forwarding to the future. He was forgetting every single detail of his horrible past and the actions he has done to get what he wanted and what he has right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Because of this split-second trip-down-memory-lane distraction, he wasn’t able to turn in the right time. He felt the car slide across the race track and hit the concrete pavement. People were screaming and the car was on fire. Medics neared him and tried very hard to remove his body from the burning car. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Before Ivan passed out completely, the last thing he saw was 9:20am, May 14, 2010. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Two accidents that happened in different continents, on the same time and on the same date. Who would’ve known that two souls will meet without the help of physical touch? Who would’ve known that it is possible to meet your true love in the most inconvenient way possible? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Well, you have got to love destiny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;It can bite you in the time you least expect it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Two separate accidents brought two people together and made them fall in love. What a miracle love is! Proving that even in your dreams, you can get your happily ever after. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&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/526201518088104949-4145893722628013594?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4145893722628013594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/story-meant-for-garbage-can-p-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4145893722628013594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4145893722628013594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/story-meant-for-garbage-can-p-leave.html' title='A Story Meant for the Garbage Can :P Leave comments!'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4657360873309917508</id><published>2010-12-25T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:10:09.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ippudo.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/13SnowmanMerryChristmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ippudo.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/13SnowmanMerryChristmas.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Merry Christmas hunnies! &amp;lt;3 I hope you spent the day with your family, friends, and of course, Jesus. :) We must not forget that this day is celebrated because of the birth of Jesus. One of the things that I learned in the nine morning masses I attended, is that Christmas is so commercialized. It's all about noche buena, giving and receiving of gifts, etc. We forget that we should spend the day honoring the coming of our savior, Jesus Christ. For example, only a few went to mass today. It's a fact because our chapel isn't even full and I'm assuming that a lot of you, readers, have not attended mass yet. Am I right? BIG MISTAKE. December 25 is a holiday of obligation, meaning that you should attend mass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, I should stop with the religious paragraph. Haha. I enjoyed my Christmas day with the del Rosario Family. We attended mass, ate a lot, gave gifts and laughed along with the craziness of the family raffle. :) I got a lot of gifts because of the fact that I have 7 uncles and aunts. Hihi. :"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My birthday's on Monday and I'm kinda hurt because my 2 bestfriends aren't coming and my only guy bestfriend is going to be late. Good to know they value my birth day. :| I know I'm being bitchy about this but I was looking forward to spend my birthday with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should probably stop typing because I got nothing to say. Merry Christmas again! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-4657360873309917508?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4657360873309917508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4657360873309917508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4657360873309917508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas! :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-738279022348629218</id><published>2010-12-23T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:39:56.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd term grades = EXTREME HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/TRPtbchj1mI/AAAAAAAAADs/f06DZCi_m2g/s1600/grades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/TRPtbchj1mI/AAAAAAAAADs/f06DZCi_m2g/s320/grades.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Christmas is going to be a good one, most especially because of my grades this 2nd term! :) Look at it and tell me a single reason why I shouldn't be happy. :)) (Oh yeaaah, BUSORGA. :| ) Anyway, I got in the first honors dean's list, thus, making me enroll in advance next online enrollment! I love you God! I owe this all to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh yeah, I recently completed the nine morning masses. :) Soooo happy. :D Any, I'm not in the mood to blog, soooo.. I'll just type the story I'm writing. Love you!&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-738279022348629218?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/738279022348629218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-term-grades-extreme-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/738279022348629218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/738279022348629218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-term-grades-extreme-happiness.html' title='2nd term grades = EXTREME HAPPINESS'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/TRPtbchj1mI/AAAAAAAAADs/f06DZCi_m2g/s72-c/grades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5466048331789529904</id><published>2010-11-01T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:52:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme horror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why hello again my website of useless rants. I've seriously missed you coz' I haven't been myself in the past few days. I visited Candy Mag yesterday, and I admit it, I missed hanging out in there. That was where I met my Bee, Bru and all the other girls that I now call friends. Although, it was depressing to see that my stories rotted in there. No one seemed to care anymore coz' I kept breaking promises on the updates. I now promised myself to finish everything before posting so as to avoid future disappointments. As we speak, I'm brainstorming ideas for a new story that I'm writing. However, this story is different. It is in the third-person point of view, and it is like a book when you read it. No more color-coded conversations and different points of view. I wanted to try something new and this is what I want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on, I should be studying for my accounting midterms today but laziness got the better of me. I will fight this off later on. :)) I still desire to be a BSA major someday. :D And yeah, I wanted you to know that I will get my Dean's Lister certificate tomorrow at the Vice Dean's office! I shall cherish this because this might not happen again. :))) JK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;K SHIT. I don't know what else to say. My life is as boring as it is. I don't have a guy to love, no friends to be mad at and definitely no family problems. Sometimes I wish that a problem may come so my life will be less boring. :| :| :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I forget, I suggest that you refrain from watching White House! It was a complete eyesore. O.o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I gotta stop typing now. Waiting for the download of Shutter so I can watch a horror movie worth watching!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love you guys! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-5466048331789529904?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5466048331789529904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/gimme-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5466048331789529904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5466048331789529904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/gimme-horror.html' title='Gimme horror!'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6451780552977369339</id><published>2010-10-30T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:49:39.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things you MUST know about me. :)</title><content type='html'>READ THIS! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m messy. If you could see my room, it always seems like a storm hit and messed it up. Nope, that’s not the case --- I did that mess all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I studied in the US of A when I was in Kindergarten. White stockings and an awesome dress to school rocks! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I used to think I was a good singer. I actually attended Center for Pop Music classes. Unfortunately, reality hit me and I finally realized that I made my listener’s ears bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I had my first crush in Kindergarten and I still remember his name and his face. Kevin Carrerra. :”&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When I got back from the US of A, I didn’t know how to speak Filipino. I learned to speak the language again when I became a grade school student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I can’t count how many planes I’ve ridden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am in love with horror movies but I easily get scared. I’m the type of girl who likes to close her eyes when she knows there is something scary that is about to happen, but opens it in the exact time the scary thing reveals itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I only have one crush at a time. And when I say I have a crush on you, that’ll last til’ you lose your face or you do something that will turn me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I hate smokers but I have loved one and my bestfriend smokes. So this is kind of ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I won the title of 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; runner up, Ms. Woodhills when I was in grade 4. I paraded around my subdivision, waving like a professional beauty queen. I swore that I will never do that again. It was totally embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I lived in Davao City for almost 3 years. I studied in Ateneo De Davao and it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Despite my long residency in Mindanao, I never learned the Visayan language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m afraid of the dark. I don’t sleep without a night light on. In the past, I couldn’t even sleep alone in my room. But when my sister moved to Katipunan, I was forced to deal with the fact that I was to sleep alone in that room. (with all the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I was a “batang-kalye” when I was a child. I would play patintero, moro-moro, Chinese garter, and the like, in bare foot. I didn’t like wearing slippers, but when I acquired a worm in my stomach, I started to wear my slippers more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I never imagined I would study in De La Salle University. I always believed that I would pass the UPCAT. But my intelligence failed me. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m a nerd, but I’m so lazy when it comes to studying subjects I’m not interested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I had a dream wherein I was placed in a coffin because I died (DUH), and I was watching my loved ones react to my death. (WEIRD KO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I used to finish my assignment quickly so I can watch Scooby Doo. (I was easily manipulated when it comes to Scooby Doo. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I cut class when I was in Grade 3. It was for a stupid reason, actually. I thought it was already lunch time, when in reality, it was only recess. When I finally realized I was wrong, classes had already started. I didn’t want my teacher to scold me so I roamed around the school, avoiding the guards. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m a PSYSC kid, and always will be. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;21.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m the type of person who sacrifices for friends and exchanges her happiness for another person’s happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;22.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I believe in Hoes Over Bros. Friends before those useless boys. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have never gone to the cemetery on the exact day of All Souls Day (Undas). There are a lot of people and I can’t handle that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;24.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I used to think a ghost lies down an empty space in a bed, so I always scatter my pillows so all the empty spaces will be covered. Scratch the I USED part. I still believe in this! Swear! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;25.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I like to go biking, but some people won’t allow me to ride my bike because of safety reasons. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;26.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I like to write stories but it bugs me when people read it. It makes me awkward because I know my writing is not that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;27.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I like to watch teleseryes. I currently watch Survivor, Grazilda, Ilumina and Beauty Queen. In the past, I was very much addicted to Encantadia. :) &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I get easily irritated, I just don’t show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;29.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When I have PMS, you’d wish you weren’t my friend. HAHA. MEAN. :)) &amp;gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;30.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I was very bored so I did this, and because I love Bee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-6451780552977369339?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6451780552977369339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-things-you-must-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6451780552977369339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6451780552977369339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-things-you-must-know-about-me.html' title='30 things you MUST know about me. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-9191149564954116314</id><published>2010-10-23T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:07:58.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am the worst blogger known to man. I have been re-opening this site for the past few days and I still can't type anything. It's like I lost my ability to write about anything since ----- never mind. And the only reason I'm typing in this blank textbox is because I'm waiting for Episode 6 of The Vampire Diaries to load. This is the lowest of the low. :| If you could only see me right at this very moment, you can say that I look crazy. I'm looking around my vacant living room to think about what to tell you and nothing comes to my head. I've been thinking about things to write in this useless blog all week, and yet I still have not come up with one.This is so irritating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, a random thought entered my mind. Why don't I tell you how stupid I've been when I was in high school? Okay, it's not in the context of academics, ayt? It's in the fact that I let myself love two guys that did nothing but use me for their own good. Okay, I know that's exaggerating, but as I think about it now, one word comes to my mind --- INFATUATION.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yea, one guy gained a three-year infatuation but the other one lasted for only about 8 months. I mean, why would I love them? I couldn't even think of reasons on why they sliced deep into my heart. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there were times when I thought I loved them. Lemme' give you a list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; He managed to make me cry by the church and risk letting my 2 bestfriends and a classmate see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; He made me act like there was nothing wrong in front of him, when deep inside I was crying. I did it only because I didn't want him to think that I got hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I hate smokers but when I learned that he was smoking, I let it pass. WTF?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I only got jealous twice -- with different girls. His bestfriend and his current girlfriend. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I used to text him ILY when I get drunk. Stupid right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I have this feeling in my stomach whenever he's close. It's like I have a radar in my body. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I used to wait for his text every millisecond of the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I used to blog about him a lot ---- okay, until now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; Even though I hid him from my news feed, I tend to look at his profile everytime I go online. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I try and try and try and try to forget about him but I haven't succeeded in that. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; He makes me cheer up with a simple HI. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; When I see his name on my cellphone, I tend to jump and squeal in delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; He made me cry on this year's JS Prom. :&amp;gt; Don't ask why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; He always makes me feel so special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; I get jealous on all the girls that he is with. WEIRD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt; Right now, we're texting each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OKAYYY. As you can all see, Boy 1's side is mostly composed of all the pain that he inflicted upon me. HAHA. Don't blame him, I made this happen. &lt;i&gt;Ako lang naman tong tanga na pinipilit ang hindi naman mangyayari. &lt;/i&gt;Yea, I blame myself for this. If &amp;nbsp;had been brave enough before, I could have been saved from the heartache. Boy 2, on the other hand, is full of happiness. And this only proved to me that I was only infatuated with Boy 2. Looak at all those sentences. Those are all what you feel when your crush texts you, right? This sucks bigtime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any, I've been blabbering for that past few minutes. I think I should get back to the thing I was watching so I can sleep early! We're going to the province tomorrow! :&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy birthday Patricia Domenique Briones Gumban! :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With Love,&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-9191149564954116314?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9191149564954116314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9191149564954116314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9191149564954116314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5370753269116993921</id><published>2010-10-10T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T05:27:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Guess I haven't dropped by here in over a month now. I was busy with school and the like. Err, scratch that. I wasn't really busy, I just didn't have anything to write. My life's been boring ever since I became a college student. Yes, I've drank alcohol, cut class, and walked from Padre Faura to Vito Cruz. It's fun, but everyone knows I'm the type of girl who is too much of a good girl than&amp;nbsp; bad girl. Everything bad I did didn't amuse me. It's like I lost my fun bone in my body. Everything's screwed up coz' I don't know how to have some serious fun. &lt;b&gt;Sometimes I wish I was in highschool again. &lt;/b&gt;The time when I didn't care if my grades were down or if having fun meant breaking the rules. I was careless back then and right now, I got a lot of questions in my head. &lt;i&gt;"Will doing this mean that I won't be able to enter the BSA program?", "Will this affect my studies?" &lt;/i&gt;I know I sound like such a nerd but ughhhh, I feel like that right now. :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH1T. I NEED TO GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, It's October and I got a lot of people to greet. My brother, Anton, coz' he's celebrating his 8th birthday, Pat and Chat, my college friends, for their 17th and 16th birthday, respectively. :) And yeah, his birthday's also coming up and I'm still thinking if I should greet him or not. Haha. Sometimes, I wished my birthday was on this month so my birthday and Christmas gift wouldn't be the same. Hahaha. I sound so selfish. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My parents are here, so I gotta go. Cyber huuuug! :"&amp;gt; &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; ♥&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/526201518088104949-5370753269116993921?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5370753269116993921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5370753269116993921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5370753269116993921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-madness.html' title='October Madness'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-9095345763682214540</id><published>2010-08-02T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:36:22.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I died.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I died and he didn't care. &lt;/b&gt;It was my usual dream. This wasn't the first time that I saw myself lie in a coffin and watch people cry over my body. I know you may think I'm weird but the reason why I dream about this is because I think about it before I sleep. &lt;i&gt;What if I die, will he cry? &lt;/i&gt;That was my usual question. And everytime I dreamt about that before, he didn't care. He would go to my wake but he would just smirk. Not once have I felt that he valued my life. This time, the dream was different. He came to my wake with his girlfriend in tow. Surprisingly, there were tears in his eyes. Tears that weren't just for a show. He neared my coffin and whispered&lt;i&gt;, Akala ko ba di mo ko iiwanan? Sino na ang magmamahal sa akin ng walang hangganan? I love you, Reena. And I regret not telling you in person. &lt;/i&gt;Once he said that he let go of his girlfriend's hand and straightened up. Once he turned his back at the coffin, for a second, I thought he looked straight at my ghost. He winked and smiled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. CRAZY DREAM NO? :)) This all came right after I visited UST last Friday. I saw Cito, Reymarc, Rochelle, and Tari. :)) Cito looked like a stoner(JK), Rochelle became more beautiful, Tari grew taller and Reymarc, well his hair grew longer. I missed them and apparently, a single Friday isn't enough. I shall visit them again! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sh1t. I have loads to tell you but I need to sleep. :| I'm very sleepy naaa! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoy this post. I shall post a long one on Wednesday for I will study for Accounting and College Algebra tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-9095345763682214540?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9095345763682214540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9095345763682214540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9095345763682214540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-died.html' title='I died.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-2491029594083200041</id><published>2010-07-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:29:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Rant or Not To Rant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is me, thinking of nothing to blog about. I mean, I've been like this for the past few months. &lt;i&gt;Ganito pala nagagawa sayo ng walang lovelife no, wala kang malagay sa blog. &lt;/i&gt;Believe it or not, my life is generally peaceful. My friends, my family, my lovelife is stable. Though there are a few problems, it's not that big to rant about. But since I have nothing else to say, and for the sake of humoring you with my small scale problems, I'll type em' here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know what to say to my bestfriend to cheer him up, or even just make him feel that this is not his karma. &lt;/b&gt;I feel like I'm a useless friend for letting him feel like crap about himself. We recently reconciled for our first major fight, but it seems like I've lost the ability to make him feel better. &lt;i&gt;I always make him feel better. &lt;/i&gt;Even if it's his fault, I make him feel self-righteous, but right now, NOTHING. I have nothing to say to tell him that he doesn't deserve this and that he shouldn't torture himself over this. I know he keeps trying to keep a straight face and tell everyone that he's okay but I know deep inside that everything's screwed up. The girl says that they just need space and personally, I think she's right. But that doesn't mean that they shouldn't remain as friends. Mark loves her. I haven't seen him like this for a very long time and even though they aren't a couple right now, I believe that eventually, they will be. She's the only girl that I'm in favor for and I'm wishing---hoping that this would be fixed. That way, Mark will be happy again. And I can feel that I've helped in some way. 'Coz right now, I feel like a very crappy, useless bestfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kat has dengue. &lt;/b&gt;I'm worried about her. She's got a load of problems on her head right now and with this comes her unexpected sickness. She's confined in a hospital and I'm problematic about when to visit because I can't find the time. I must find a way to visit her. At least if I see her, my worry would subside because I'll know that she's okay. :| Wow, I noticed, I'm very clingy with my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's gone. &lt;/b&gt;My love for him is gone, and I'm not used to it. My whole high school life I believed that he was the one, that I cannot find anyone else. But here I am, wondering why I feel so empty. Once that feeling went away, I feel like there's something missing inside of me. Of course, not all the love is gone. There's some left, the amount of friendship. The love that is left is for the friendship and for the fact that I did love him, and we did have memories. Those memories will be locked up in my heart forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had the most BV day today. &lt;/b&gt;We just came from Subic and I slept around 11-ish? Well sadly, I woke up at 6am because no one was able to wake me up. (FYI, alarms don't work with me) I was able to leave the house around 6:15 and huraaah!, traffic started from Susana Heights. (BTW, I rode the Cher transport for the very first time) Anyway, I closed my eyes and just let the music from my phone fill my head. When we passed by the sucat area, we started smelling a foul smell, like a smoke coming from a unmaintained jeep. Once we step foot in Skyway, the bus overheated, thus stranding us in the middle of the sun's heat. We waited for a bus but every one of them was full, so we rode the bus-in-tow to Magallanes and waited for a bus there. Luckily, one came. (Another Cher Transport) Anyway, I was able to reach school around 10am. HAHA. I missed my Accounting class. THIS IS A FAILURE FOR ME. They discussed something and I wasn't there. Damn it, this is all my fault ---- and MMDA I might add. They're the people who declared this day a NO CODING day. Where they are under a stupid administration---peace out Homer Simpson supporters. Never liked him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I must continue this tomorrow? I gotta go check on my brother if he's sleeping. :| TTFN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With much love,&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-2491029594083200041?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2491029594083200041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-rant-or-not-to-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2491029594083200041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2491029594083200041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-rant-or-not-to-rant.html' title='To Rant or Not To Rant?'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7626248260343435196</id><published>2010-07-15T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:31:46.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SABAAAW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Damn it. I haven't blogged about a lot of things. HAHAHA. This is the effect of being a college student. You've got loads of time, but you're sooooo TAMAD to type. HAHAHA. K, I'm so crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I'm having loads of fun at school. I pass my exams, which is good because I want to shift to BS Accountancy! HAHA. I bond with my blockmates so I can have an equal amount of social life with my academics. LOL. Sh1t, sorry for the uselessness of this blog post. I'm so sabaw kasi e. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A girl randomly said thank you to me, which is weird. Haha. Maybe she's retarded or something. K, I'm so mean. &amp;gt;:) This is what she gets for not thinking for herself. And to think I called her once my friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if our friendship (Mark's and I) went back to normal. Hm, guess not. &lt;i&gt;Nagbago na siya e. &lt;/i&gt;He's not the same Mark that I knew. Bahala na. At least we've patched things up. There just comes a time when everything falls apart and I have to deal with that. It's kind of easy naman e.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;K, random, I'M SO KILIG SA ENDLESS LOVE. HAHAHAHA. I'm so sabaw today so forgive me. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll end your misery. I'll stop typing, promise. TTFN.&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/526201518088104949-7626248260343435196?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7626248260343435196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabaaaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7626248260343435196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7626248260343435196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabaaaw.html' title='SABAAAW'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8714451496065030543</id><published>2010-06-30T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:35:21.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilyang Kerubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, after 13 days, we patched things up. He just needed a reason to open a conversation with me. This may sound negative but I gave up 3 friends but I gained our friendship again (Mark's and mine). I fought with 3 of my CLOSEST friends because of a dare. I knew I might hurt them with what I said, that's why I said sorry, but they didn't acknowledge it. Some say that they valued their image to others rather than our friendship. Well I just hope we can patch things up coz' I hate fighting with people. I'm still happy that that happened coz' without that fight, Mark and I won't be able to reconcile. :) Cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was so happy yesterday coz' I aced the graded recitation in FILKOMU. I studied really hard in that subject including COMP1BU for the long quiz. I was able to answer most of the questions. Hope I have a good grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My classes don't start til' 2:40pm so I'll do my accounting homework tomorrow, once I buy worksheets.I'm dedicated to shifting to Bachelor of Science in Accountancy. Oha, complete~ :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;K, I don't know what else to say. :) Goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-8714451496065030543?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8714451496065030543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/pilyang-kerubin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8714451496065030543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8714451496065030543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/pilyang-kerubin.html' title='Pilyang Kerubin'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8335716447617080984</id><published>2010-06-24T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:41:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The A-Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/a-team_cast_2010_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://media.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/a-team_cast_2010_thumb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/a-team_cast_2010_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reviewstl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/a-team-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.reviewstl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/a-team-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You all must watch The A-Team! :D Personally, I can say I liked it a lot. :D Not only is Bradley Cooper shirtless all the time, but he's good in playing his character. :) It was full of suspense and action. Though I'm not all for that kind of movie, I still liked it. You will be amazed on how creative they plan out an ambush. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess that's all I wanted to say. I want to watch Ninja Assassin on the comforts of my own home. :D I bought a DVD! :D HAHAHAHA. Pirated of course. :) Hoho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brb. It's playing already! :)&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-8335716447617080984?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8335716447617080984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/a-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8335716447617080984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8335716447617080984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/a-team.html' title='The A-Team'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1719470023030378222</id><published>2010-06-23T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:34:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship OVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for being sooo inactive these past few days. I've been busy with my college life. :)) So here, I'm present and will tell you everything that has happened! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;College life is surprisingly fun. Though the work load in school increased by a dozen times, I'm still enjoying it. I love my blockmates. I already consider them as my close friends. :) Masaya sila kasama e! :D Anyway, I won't elaborate on that fact since I'll only bore you. Lezz just say, I came home from Taft with alcohol in my system nung June 16. :) SHHHH lang. :D :)) But it was awesome! And it's a one time thing so don't expect me to drink all the time. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yeah, FO na kami ni bestfriend. I got mad at him for smoking, he got mad at me for caring and tada! FO. :)) I said sorry but he didn't care at all. Bahala na siya, it's his choice. :)) Male ego is my enemy here, not him. He even told my friends, 'Di muna ako makikipagayos, nageenjoy pa ko e.' BITCH MUCH? I was torturing myself over the fact that we were fighting and he's enjoying it? WELL FU. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Worst bus ride a while ago. I was seated between 5 guys. (Yung upuan sa back.) They kept asking me questions from 'Ano number mo?' to 'Miss, anong sexual position gusto mo?' SHIT DIBA? I will never ride BBL again. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I gotta watch langit sa piling mo! Byeeee! :)&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-1719470023030378222?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1719470023030378222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendship-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1719470023030378222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1719470023030378222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendship-over.html' title='Friendship OVER.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8783276653168822754</id><published>2010-05-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T07:17:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a driver! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am literally freaking out. Hahaha. Had my 2nd day of driving lessons today and I can say that I was quite progressive. My only problem is that I get nervous. Once I get inside that car, my heart starts beating fast. Haha. The instructor's laughing at me coz' my whole body would freeze while he's giving instructions on how to turn properly. EPIC. :D Wish me luck. Hoho. Plends, ako na ang desidnated driver, kung may kotse! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aryt, mixed emotions these past few days. 5 days from now and I'll be going to school! I'm excited and nervous at the same time. Excited coz' I'll be able to see my blockmates again coz' they are awesooooome. Nervous coz' well~ of the professors. Hahaha. I'll tell you all about it right after my first day. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm worried about my bestfriend. He's got a lot on his mind and I'm not there for him. Hm, the least I can do is use my sun sim and call to reassure him. :) Sana maayos na problema niya. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I don't have anything else to say. I don't have a major problem and I'm happy about that! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodbyeeee. :)&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-8783276653168822754?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8783276653168822754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-driver-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8783276653168822754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8783276653168822754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-driver-d.html' title='I&apos;m a driver! :D'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5780657861894954698</id><published>2010-05-17T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:28:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate what I'm feeling right now. Seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't quite explain it coz' I don't want to admit it. No. I don't want to tell myself that I fought for nothing, that I moved on for nothing. It hurts to know that I'm still affected. I guess I deserve a big 'I told you so' from my friends. C'mon guys, lay it on me. Maybe it's just because I lost our friendship. I miss him, bigtime, but what can I do? He's smiling in the arms of another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uhh. I really hate myself right now. Don't make me feel worse okay? I'm torturing myself over this and I hope no one teases me or anything. Arayt? I'm punishing myself already, that's enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I can forget you. Pleaaase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-5780657861894954698?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5780657861894954698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5780657861894954698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5780657861894954698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-414960383330232894</id><published>2010-05-14T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:02:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid thoughts in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know how or why but I ended up typing in my stupid blog. Err, I guess I have a lot on my mind but I'm not sure I should tell you all of it. I can't even tell my friends what's going on. I don't even know what's going on so why should I tell them, ayt?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's just that something's happening. It's the unthinkable, really. I don't know if it's real or I just want someone to replace---- err. Never mind. I guess this is nothing. I shouldn't make it a big deal. I'll just receive a big, 'i told you so' from my friends. Ha-ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm actually stuck at my room with speakers programmed to the highest level of volume. I just want silence. I mean I want the music to block whatever I'm thinking right now. It's working coz' all I do is sing along with the music. You can also see my loss of focus with my blog right here. It doesn't make any sense, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uhh ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll stop. I might say something I'll regret later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-414960383330232894?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/414960383330232894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-thoughts-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/414960383330232894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/414960383330232894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-thoughts-in-my-head.html' title='Stupid thoughts in my head'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6474388115740174492</id><published>2010-05-11T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T02:54:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The results of the Elections is stressing me out. Seriously. Though I'm not a voter, I'm really irritated by the results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All hail our new president, Noynoy Aquino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He won. Great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hope he doesn't embarrass his father's name.&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-6474388115740174492?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6474388115740174492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/elections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6474388115740174492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6474388115740174492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-2539150135573137324</id><published>2010-05-07T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:34:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling is GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am officially a student of De La Salle University - Manila. I posted my schedule on my facebook account, so if you're a close friend of mine, check it out! :) I had a fun enrollment day and I'm actually excited to go to school! :) Of course there is a hint of anxiety but the excitement overshadows it. HAHA. I guess this is the day I'm going to say that I'm ready to be a college student!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Umm, I should tell you why I barely blog about my boring life. It's plain stupidity but I have to tell you. I don't feel anything, for both of them. It also surprised me coz' I thought it would take forever to move on. But there is the fact that no one believes me, even if I do tell the truth. Some proof that I've moved on? (1) I do not think of them anymore. They don't randomly enter my mind whenever I see something that reminds me of them. (2) I don't feel a thing whenever I go through C's letter or R's text messages. The cloud nine feeling is gone. (3) I wasted hours looking at their facebook profile, but still, the feeling wasn't there. It's like it disappeared before my eyes. (4) I do miss them. I cannot deny that, but I can say that I miss the friendship. Most especially C's. We were like best friends, and our friendship was destroyed once I loved him. MY friendship with R was different. And I guess, we're still friends. But there is this certain wall that I made, that blocks our way to understand each other. So to my friends that don't believe me, I miss them, and I do love them, but not like before. I love them as my friends and if you don't believe that now, you'll eventually do. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's another dilemma, I DO NOT FREAKIN KNOW HOW TO ENJOY MY SUMMER! I can't go out with my friends coz' my parents think I have a boyfriend, and I don't have money! My family isn't proposing a vacation on some place coz' we're saving up for the house. I guess that is reasonable. Hmm, give me an awesome way to spend my summer, please?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yeah, I have to rant about this. I THINK NOYNOY'S GOING TO WIN. Err. :( Even though I don't want that to happen, I can't do anything about it. It's not like I can vote anyway. And what the F, random thought, sorry! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been thinking of changing my blog theme. I'm going to do it right after I type this random blog post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, till next time then?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ta-ta.&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-2539150135573137324?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2539150135573137324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2539150135573137324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2539150135573137324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-is-gone.html' title='The feeling is GONE'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3033430984823280979</id><published>2010-04-26T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T05:56:01.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry for not posting anything here for the past few days. I'm not busy, it's just that ----- there's nothing to tell. I don't feel hurt, I don't have a crush and I don't have anything to rant about. For the first time in my life, I don't have a problem. I'm happy ---- and it's a surprise for me. Coz' all this time I thought I would be happy if i'm in love, but it only brought me heartaches. So I guess without love, I am happy. Haha. :) I'm in the stage where I want to move on, and I am doing everything to accomplish it. I guess I don't want to see BOTH OF THEM for the mean time. It'll help me move on. SWEAR. :) Haha. I'm not bitter coz' what's there to be bitter about? I just hope after my love for them is gone, that we can still be friends. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enough of that drama. Anyway, I'm officially a Lasallian Frosh! :D Hahaha. :) I guess this is the real deal. I'm going to be a college student next month and I'm not sure if I'm ready. Well my parents and my sister think I'm still immature. So, nice encouragement huh? XD I guess I can do it! I just gotta believe in myself. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friends and I are going to Nuvali on Wednesday. I missed them and I'm glad that we're going to see each other this summer. :D I'm sad that Mark won't come with us. Miss ko na yung bestfriend ko na yun e. All summer he was asking me if we could go watch a movie or if we could go to Splash Island but unfortunately, I can't go. My parents aren't that much of a fan of Mark Fernan Tividad. :)) Ayaw nila na may lalaki akong bestfriend. ULOLS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I filled you in! :D I gotta stop typing coz' my laptop's worn out already. I've been using this all summer. :)) My parents barely see me out of my room. :)) HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imma watch tv now. :D Goodbyeeee! :)&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-3033430984823280979?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3033430984823280979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/summerrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3033430984823280979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3033430984823280979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/summerrrrr.html' title='Summerrrrr'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1693278090302011297</id><published>2010-04-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:55:49.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for not posting. :| Been busy, and I've got nothing to blog about. Haha. &lt;i&gt;Kahit ngayon, &lt;/i&gt;I'm clueless on what to put here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hm, for the first time in the history of blog posting, I have nothing to say about anything in my life right now. I'm happy, nothing hurts ~ or maybe I just got used to it. Haha. Tough to say. &lt;i&gt;Medyo kasi, wala na akong pakialam. &lt;/i&gt;I don't care anymore. I don't know why but I ended up careless. Haha. &lt;i&gt;Cool nga eh. &lt;/i&gt;I don't have to worry about anything. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well maybe I do. Hm, the results of my reconsideration for Accountancy in DLSU will be posted on April 16, and I'm freakin' nervous. What if I don't get in? :| Disappointment &lt;i&gt;yun sa parents ko &lt;/i&gt;for sure. :| I better think positive. I CAN DO IT. :) HAHAHA. I sound crazy no? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hm, what if I tell you I'm over him? Would you believe me? :D Serious question, I want a serious answer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Better go na. I've nothing else to say.&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-1693278090302011297?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1693278090302011297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1693278090302011297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1693278090302011297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7840494949231487101</id><published>2010-04-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:34:08.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it ended just like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired, of everything. I'm tired of wasting my time, hoping for something to happen. Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have wished, hoped or dreamed that I had a chance with you. It's was stupid, I know. Here I am, the person to whom people refer, 'the smart one.', trying to stop the tears from falling because of her own stupidity. I made a mistake again. The same mistake I made when I loved &lt;i&gt;he-who-must-not-be named.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought I learned something when I moved on, but I guess, some things just don't change. I loved a person who loves someone else. WOW, BIG SURPRISE THERE. The only difference is that I told the second guy that I loved him. Maybe that makes a huge difference between them. The fact that I said those three words, it's different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I shouldn't be crying like this. EVERYONE told me that there was no hope from the start, but I didn't listen. He already dodged the topic of me liking him but still, I hoped for something. She already confessed that he told her he loves her, but still, deep inside me, I hoped, for something to happen. But once again, I made a huge mistake. One that'll change everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My head aches. My freaking heart aches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Two heartbreaks in my highschool life. Boyfriends? Zero.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Very cool, ayt?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;kthxbye. :| &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-7840494949231487101?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7840494949231487101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-ended-just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7840494949231487101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7840494949231487101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-ended-just-like-that.html' title='it ended just like that'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-506080823096457852</id><published>2010-03-29T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:07:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye is never the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mind's still processing the fact that I am an official high school graduate. It seems like just yesterday when I entered the portals of my Alma MAter, Colegio San Agustin - Binan. :| I want eveything to go back to that time. I want to repeat high school coz' it seem like the time I spent with my hs friends is not enough. I know I'll probably see them often but it won't be like before when we see each other everyday. :| Okay, I'm being dramatic, again. I'M SORRY. I can't help it. It feels like I'm going to face my college life alone. T.T My bestfriends won't be with me in DLSU and though I know some augustinians who are entering the same school as I am, I'm not that comfortable. Aww. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;They say goodbye is not the ending, it is only the beginning of a new adventure. I guess I should believe that. I guess I should tell myself that I'll meet new friends when I'm in college, but that doesn't mean I'll forget about my hs friends. They will always be here in my heart no matter where I am. :) Mahal na mahal ko sila. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;To the boy who made my senior life happy and cured me from all the bitterness I had with ****, thank you. :) Thank you for making me extremely happy. :) I love you, and yeah, I'll let you go. :) Wala naman kasi talagang pag-asa satin diba? And ARASO, fck you. Haha. He's all yours, if he wants to be. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, I'm being a bitch, yet again. XD Got some good news! :D I received my grad gift!! :)) It's an HP lapatop! YAAAY. :)) I worked really hard for thic. Imagine, I gained a 93.08 gen. ave. for the firt time because I had this for an incentive. Cool right? XD :)))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I need to stop typing. Haha. :D This blog is getting way longer than I expected it to be. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Keep those lips smiling. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-506080823096457852?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/506080823096457852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bye-is-never-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/506080823096457852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/506080823096457852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bye-is-never-end.html' title='Good bye is never the end'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8055805184108364414</id><published>2010-03-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:06:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from this misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I said it already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I told him I loved him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't expect that much, but why am I still hurting? I expected us to remain friends, but he keeps on pushing me away. I never expected anything to change between us, but it still happened. I didn't expect him to love me back coz' I know that'll never happen. The main reason on why I told him is because I don't want to do what I did with ****. It was harder for me to let him go because I never told him I loved him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess it's his choice to make. It's his choice to ignore me. And I think he's even glad that we'll be graduating, then he won't see me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love him to bits, but I guess that isn't just enough to remain as friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I should have shut my mouth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That way, everything will be okay. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh God, save me from this misery.&amp;nbsp; &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/526201518088104949-8055805184108364414?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8055805184108364414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/save-me-from-this-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8055805184108364414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8055805184108364414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/save-me-from-this-misery.html' title='Save me from this misery'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3904188179054422798</id><published>2010-03-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:22:47.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You insulted the very thing that I am proud of, moving on from my stupidity in loving you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am frustrated, seriously. Mad? NO. Frustrated, HELL YEA. There are six reasons on the whys. First, i'm freakin' pressured for tomorrow's results. I know I should be proud of whatever the results are but I just can't escape the fact that I may not gain that laptop. All those sleepless nights and cramming will lead to nothing once that number one spot goes to someone else. That's just the way it is. Err. :| Second, I keep on thinking about the recommendation in DLSU. I don't even know if they'll accept my plea to be transferred to BS Accountancy. I don't know what to put in that recommendation letter, that's why I keep dodging the time in making it. I don't know how to make the people in La Salle realize that I am worthy for that slot. I don't really know anything anymore, just the fact that I'm graduating in less than 10 days and I am going to a good school, not at all knowing my specific course. Third, I got into a fight with somebody. For me, it's not that serious but she's making it serious. :))) I didn't know a simple word like that can turn into a big fight like this. They say it's an insult, I say it's a code name for the person we (Carla and I) were referring to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not fighting back. Do what you want and I won't care. &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't fight with someone for an immature reason. :) You know? It's simply ironic because someone told me that I was immature. Okay, I'll accept that. Maybe I did something wrong. But why fight immaturity with immaturity? Isn't that stupidity? Hoho. Think about it. :) Fourth, well it's part of the fight. The guy involved is the person I loved since like forever. Haha. And it's simply frustrating to hear that the reason I'm insulting her is because I am bitter about everything. It's an insult on my part because that's the only thing I'm proud of right now. I moved on from everything. The love subsided completely. And isn't it insulting to hear that statement? I feel that all I have fought for in the past few months of battling with the pain, just disappeared in a snap. C'mon dude, tell me every reason there is, but NEVER tell me it's because I still love you. It isn't that. I've already dealed with that. Fifth, &lt;/span&gt;that stupid wannabe &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is irritating. I thought he was smart? Why borrow my research work as a guide to his? :P Nice. Lemme remind you that you're the first person who said that you'll steal my ranking. Well, did it happen? Damn it. I may sound like a boastful person here but he's really irritating me. Why boast about something that you can't do? Very cool. :)) Sixth reason, I don't think I can tell him. I want him to know that I love him but I can't risk the fact that he may ignore me. :| Tell him or not to tell him? I'm freaking confused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know it's a pretty long post, but I'm making up for the time I lost. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I need to stop typing. :) Hoho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Good luck and goodnight! :) ♥&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/526201518088104949-3904188179054422798?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3904188179054422798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-insulted-very-thing-that-i-am-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3904188179054422798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3904188179054422798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-insulted-very-thing-that-i-am-proud.html' title='You insulted the very thing that I am proud of, moving on from my stupidity in loving you.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5087777457345394941</id><published>2010-03-05T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T05:09:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This really sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be graduating in less than a month and I'm not ready. I don't think I'm ready to face the college life. It sort of threatens me because I'll be studying in De La Salle University and that's a school who has very high standards. Haha. I'm doubting my own academic capabilities. BOO. I'm being so pessimistic. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess that's not the real reason on why I'm acting like this. I going to miss my friends and CSA too much. ♥ Call me emotional but that's what I feel. :| I don't want highschool to end because that means I'd be saying goodbye to the people who stuck with me through thick and thin. I know it's not really goodbye, coz' we'll still be seeing each other. But it won't be like now. If we're lucky, we'll see each other once every 3 weeks. :| Errrr. That makes me sad. &lt;i&gt;Nasanay kasi ako na sila parati kasama ko. ♥&lt;/i&gt; I'm really going to miss those times with them. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'm getting too emotional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The following is really disappointing so I guess you better stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think I still have feelings for &lt;i&gt;he-who-must-not-be-named. &lt;/i&gt;I don't know for sure but, I still get hurt whenever I see him with her. All I know is that my love for him was lessened but not completely lost. :| Err. I am really disappointed with myself. &lt;i&gt;Kasi naman, kung kelan okay na ko, saka niya ko guguluhin. Bait mo dude. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And yeah, I am currently thinking about stuff. :) If I really love pare, if there's a reason to be jealous of GIRL and if I really am the kontrabida. :)) Coz' think about it, they have a past together, while we don't even have a present. XD I'm a loser whatever side you look at it. :P Hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hang out with Kat too much. I'm degrading myself. Ugh. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I'll say goodbye. He didn't go online, and I miss him. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gusto mo ng lantaran? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SI JRGDV. :P &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/526201518088104949-5087777457345394941?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5087777457345394941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/graduation-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5087777457345394941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5087777457345394941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/graduation-blues.html' title='Graduation Blues.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-2964303405979882402</id><published>2010-02-25T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T05:25:36.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love him ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am such a bad blogger. I haven't blogged about stuff since like FOREVER. :)) hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We had our Pasa Masid today. It was a simple graduation for the cadets and cadettes of CSA Binan. :) Fun fun fun. :D Finally, we've graduated from all the hardships of CAT. :)) Despite all that, I'm really going to miss those Friday meetings. :) Any, we also had our field Demo General rehearsal today. :)) It's depressing to know that when it's our turn to perform, our audience will be limited to those who really want to watch us. XDDD &lt;i&gt;Lahat na nagexit. XD &lt;/i&gt;I guess that's okay, as long as he's still my partner right? :))) I actually taught him how to play nanay tatay. He's clueless with that kind of stuff. :)) :") I love hiiiim. :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He makes me smile everytime I see him. &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Forgive me for being so cheesy. :) I just love this day. :D YAY! :D I don't mind the little mishap I experienced a while ago. :)) But I really need to tell you. Hahaha. Well, boy from the past went by our room. I heard his voice and my heart raced again. Well, maybe I just missed hearing his voice coz' we're currently not speaking to each other but that doesn't mean that I still love him. Promise. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jane and I had an unforgettable experience yesterday. :)) &lt;i&gt;NASABUGAN KAMI NG NAGLILIYAB NA BALLOONS. &lt;/i&gt;Scary but definitely memorable. :)) Loveyouuu jane. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imma stop na. :) I'm excited for tomorrow. Field demo practice, again. :")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-2964303405979882402?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2964303405979882402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2964303405979882402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/2964303405979882402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-him.html' title='I love him ♥'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1605391578455286630</id><published>2010-02-10T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:16:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to blog about everything that happened, but I didn't have the guts to do so. Maybe I just can't explain it. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The prom was fun. I mean, I was the most memorable night of my life. I thank those who took the time to dance with me. All of you made my night special. ♥ I especially want to thank Reymarc for being my partner. &lt;i&gt;Kahit biglaan, dapat si Hamtig e. :)) &lt;/i&gt;Thank you for making me smile. :P :*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, to all that made a bet with me, YOU WIN. He did dance with me. According to Mark, &lt;i&gt;hinanap pa daw niya ako. &lt;/i&gt;And when Mark told me that, SURPRISE!, &lt;i&gt;wala na sa akin. &lt;/i&gt;Maybe the feeling was gone. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I should still be happy. &lt;i&gt;Nakasayaw ko pa naman siya e. &lt;/i&gt;His polo was violet and my gown was violet. :) We had the same color, it was like a set-up. :)) He let me borrow his coat coz' I was freezing in there, but I guess these little things don't result to a chance of him loving me. First and last niya nga si GIRL e. The one who's mad at me because I keep on nearing him. I guess, I really am the &lt;i&gt;kontrabida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not in the mood to tell you more. I suppose this is enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;KBYE. &amp;nbsp; &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/526201518088104949-1605391578455286630?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1605391578455286630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1605391578455286630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1605391578455286630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusion.html' title='Confusion.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5447026200882492731</id><published>2010-02-04T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:28:49.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have good news and bad news! Which one do you want to hear first?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess the bad news first. Uh ~ my grades went down down down down. XDDD Let's just say I'm disappointed with my grades despite the fact that my general average went .06 points up. I just feel like I haven't worked hard enough. Grr. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Good news is, I'm still the 1st honor in our class! :) That means, I still have a chance to get a laptop! One more quarter to go --- I promise I'll work hard for it. And yeah, another good news, &lt;i&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;made it to the 2nd honor. :)) Oh yeaaaa~ our names will meet on the top ten list. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaya bumababa grades ko e, puro lalaki nasa isip ko.♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I'd have to stop. I don't have anything else to write. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I saw Cesar Apolinario today. He was a guest speaker in the seminar I attended. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/526201518088104949-5447026200882492731?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5447026200882492731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5447026200882492731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5447026200882492731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-matter.html' title='I don&apos;t matter'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7221845313338429900</id><published>2010-02-03T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:45:02.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been a bad girl, so sue me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's just say, there's this guy who you like, and there's even a possibility that you'll fall in love with him. Of course you'll do anything to make him notice right? You'll do anything to befriend him and become close to him. But what if another person takes it the wrong way? What if they get mad at you because you keep on nearing this certain person. And that girl tells all her friends that you're implying that the guy likes you too ~ won't you get pissed off? I mean, I'd understand if your his girlfriend or something but, honestly, wala naman diba? It just irritates me. Since I heard about that rumor, I feel like I'm such a flirt. I feel like I've done something wrong and I don't deserve to fall in love. Oh c'mon, that was simply below the belt. I CAN'T EVEN GO NEAR HIM NOW. Because of YOU. I keep thinking, &lt;i&gt;may magagalit, wag kang lalapit. &lt;/i&gt;Damn it. &lt;i&gt;Feeling ko tuloy may restraining order na ko. Arg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, that wasn't the only thing that ruined my day. Let's hide girl and boy's name with Jojo ang Joja. :)) I kept on seeing Jojo and Joja hanging out. :)) I mean, were they really annoying me? Dismissal came and I saw them again. I even sat far away from them but Joja kept on looking my way. She looked like she won some lottery or something. C'mon, if you want some senior year romance, &lt;i&gt;wag niyo na ko idamay ha? &lt;/i&gt;My life's peaceful already without you two. I swear. And please, Jojo ~ don't make me hope for nothing again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I better stop blabbering about this. It's making me sick on the inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Distribution of report cards tomorrow. I'll blog about the results as soon as I get home. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Kthxbye.&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/526201518088104949-7221845313338429900?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7221845313338429900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7221845313338429900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7221845313338429900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5945868765283871558</id><published>2010-01-31T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:00:53.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlebrown.co.uk/assets/images/EAN/Large/9780751539264.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.littlebrown.co.uk/assets/images/EAN/Large/9780751539264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I just finished reading yet another novel by Nicholas Sparks. This is the kind of book which you pick up and you can never be able to put it down. It has a story that catches your heart, most especially if the lesson of the novel hits you straight in the heart. Haha, I know it did to me. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I should warn you, this after the two asterisks later, I'll be giving out spoilers in which you wouldn't gain the right amount of surprise once you read the book. So unless you really want to have the whole reading experience, then I suggest you stop reading. :)) Okay, so here it goes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; John Tyree was a rebel since he was a kid. Mostly because his father was submissive to him and all he cared about was collecting coins. Not long after highchool, John enlisted in the army wherein he turned into a man. He learned about maturity and all that stuff. He now understood what his father meant to him and well, bottom line is that joining the army was good for him. When he had a leave, he mostly spent the time on the beach, surfing, since he and his father were not much of speakers. He saw a girl walking by and he was struck by her beauty. I don't know, maybe fate interrupted so when the girl's bag fell down to the sea, John went to go retrieve it. That's how they met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The girl's name was Savannah Lynn Curtis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess they hit it off and not long after they met, they fell in love. And that was when John knew he was in deep trouble. He was leaving in a few days. Army duty yet again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Distance did some good to Savannah and John's relationship. John's love grew stronger and so did Savannah's. But sometimes when everything's perfect, something comes along and ruins it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The original plan was after a few months of enlistment, John would come home and they would get married and spend their lives together forever, but the 9/11 incident happened. And that was the time John was obliged to enlist on yet two more years. From then on, Savannah grew more distant. She wrote every other week, not the usual every 7 days. John was growing suspicious but said nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When a war broke at Iraq, John and his team went to help. John was devastated because of the blood that sprawled within his sight. He was disturbed with the sight and all he sought now was the love of Savannah. Once he received the letter of Savannah, he was beaming ~ but the details of that letter devastated him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Unforunately, Savannah was in love with someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Because of this, John enlisted in the army again even though all his friends retired. He only went home when his father's condition was going bad and he needed John by his side. John spent more time with his father and with that, his love for him grew. But again, John experienced loss. His dad left him with nothing but the coins that made his whole life and a single picture of them together, wherein they were the happiest father and son in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John sought for Savannah's care. He looked for her and once he found her, that void wasn't filled. Unfortunately, Savannah was married to Tim, a childhood friend of Savannah. John met Tim not long after he met Savannah. And from the moment he saw Tim, he knew that he was also in love with Savannah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Savannah didn't live a fantastic life coz' Tim acquired melanoma and her life went downhill from that day. Tim told John that Savannah's love for him never disappeared and that when he dies, he wants him to take care of Savannah. That was when John realized that true love isn't just about being happy with the one you love. It's about making the one you love happy despite the fact that you might not be in his or her happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That day, John said goodbye to Savannah, promising that she will never see him again. And shortly after, John sold his Dad's coin collection in order to give money for the treatment of Tim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ending? Tim lived and had a wonderful life with Savannah, while John watched Savannah from afar ~ knowing that he'd do that forever, coz' his love for her will remain til' the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPOILERS END HERE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm yet another chick, falling in love with a book. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;READ IT OKAAAY? &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/526201518088104949-5945868765283871558?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5945868765283871558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-john.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5945868765283871558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5945868765283871558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-john.html' title='Dear John ♥'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6427767366474352555</id><published>2010-01-29T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:41:02.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't jump to conclusions. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't blogged about stuff since January 24. Hm, I guess I have a lot to fill you in about. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My exam scores are ~ uhh. Yeah, I guess that's the word to describe it. Haha. I always fail when it comes to the third quarter exams. It's like a yearly tradition. :P I am doubting my top 1 spot in our class. GOODBYE LAPTOP. :) Haha. If I don't make the number one spot, then I have to say goodbye to that effin' laptop, unlike other people, I have to earn my riches. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The week just passed by coz' apparently we didn't have classes. :)) We just spent our free time playing uno and practicing for our field demo. On Wednesday, I attended a seminar on global warming and climate change with Jane, Rochelle, Kate, Osang, Dom, Tari, Joana and Reymarc. Later that afternoon, the acoustic band competition took place. We made banners for Hue Turn, Reymarc and Tari since they were participants for that said contest. Too bad they didn't win, but at least they did their best. :) It was just a matter of the subjectivity of a certain person. Haha. :)) Peace guys. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And yeah, I go something to tell you. Well, I was emotional last night coz' I thought &lt;i&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;didn't appreciate what I did on that band thing. I was telling Kat, &lt;i&gt;wala na ata talaga kong pag-asa dun. lahat na lang ng gusto ko, di pwedeng maging akin. &lt;/i&gt;And then I was startled when a chat box appeared. It was a simple hi from him but it made me scream on the inside. He wanted to thank me for what I did, and that was enough to make me hope for something again. :)) We talked about stuff and I swear, it's not impossible for me to fall in love with this guy. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I watched Kimerald's Paano na Kaya yesterday. :)) It was a nice movie. I related to some of the scenes. And yeah, before I forget, &lt;i&gt;hindi sa amin ni mark. :)) Posible pang sa amin ni pagong. :)) &lt;/i&gt;I know we weren't bestfriends but we were close to that. Right? :P Any, I suggest you watch it. It's not a worthless movie, though it has a rushed ending. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess I have to stop typing. These details are useless to you readers. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. I hope you could read this. One question girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can we respect your decision when you gave up on our friendship that we built for more than 3 years? That's just *sorry for the word* BULLSHIT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goodbyeuh guys. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guguluhin ko pa si ano. Invi e. :)) &lt;/i&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/526201518088104949-6427767366474352555?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6427767366474352555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-jump-to-conclusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6427767366474352555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6427767366474352555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-jump-to-conclusions.html' title='Don&apos;t jump to conclusions. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1174294905010464342</id><published>2010-01-24T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:33:52.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoes over bros</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;January 23, 2010&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was the best day ever. :) Nuvali is the most perfect place to escape from exams and the like. Anyway, the day was tiring but full of fun and enjoyment. Jane, Sherwin, Kat and I went to Biñan to buy the clear wayfarers. After that, we went to Kat's house. We hung out at her room and did some crazy stuff. :)) We practiced the dance moves for our field demo and we made a video! Haha. After that, Kat's father drove us to Nuvali where we fed some fish and circled the vicinity while riding a bike. :)) We had loads of fun, and a thought came to our minds. Why don't we have a class outing in that place? It's not some mall or some private pool but at least it's a place where we can relax. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Jane, Sherwin, Kat ~ sa uulitin! :)) Magimbita tayo ng iba! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so I guess I really need to blog about this. I promised myself that I won't stoop down to this level of immaturity but I guess I don't have a choice. Haha. We're not mad or anything, we just want you to understand our side of the story. I guess nothing was cleared up when we talked to you. I think what we said had a different meaning in your point of view. Well, here ~ to clear things out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We're not ignoring you and we're not leaving you out. There are just some conversations wherein you literally can't jive in. It's the matter of different interests. For example, I can't relate with your PBB talk coz' I don't watch it. And if that isn't the case, well, I'm sorry to say this but this was bound to happen. Don't you realize that you were absent in some parts of our everyday life? Of course we've talked about things that you don't know. We might have told stories that are interesting but you weren't there. We understand that you were with your boyfriend that time but please, don't go blaming us that you can't relate to the topics at hand. Honestly, it was really bound to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We're not making you choose between us and your boyfriend but to you, it seems that way. If you really want to balance your time with us and your time with your boyfriend, well I've got a suggestion. But before I tell you that, lemme' ask you, do you really need to spend every minute of the day with your boyfriend? I mean, like EVERY minute, every second of every day? Well, if you do, then this suggestion won't work for you. I suggest that both you and your boyfriend make time for your friends. Don't you notice that he hasn't been hanging out with his best boy buds coz' he's busy spending his lunch breaks with &lt;i&gt;the girls&lt;/i&gt;? I mean, why don't you spend time with us and he spends time with his friends, that way, it's balanced. All we're asking is that you shouldn't be with him every time that he's free.&amp;nbsp; I know that the end of our high school life is near, and when college comes, you won't have that much time with each other, but that doesn't mean that your relationship won't work out. I mean, I'm not a relationship expert but due to what I've seen around me, you don't need to be always together when you love each other. Sometimes it's better to go on a day without the person you love, so by the time you see him, you're both longing for each other. Okay, so if you think this suggestion's stupid, then fine, it's okay with us. At least we tried giving you something to work with. Again, we're not forcing you to do this suggestion of mine. If you have different strategy, then we'll see if it works out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And yeah, I want to point out one thing. This will be the last time I'll blog about my friends. It's just wrong to blog about it instead of confronting them. I'm sorry to say this but it is in a way bit immature. Don't you think it hurts us to know that you have something against us through this stupid blog? Don't you think we've been trying to understand your situation since the start of the destruction of this friendship? Don't you think it hurts us to read about stuff in your blog telling us that you're ready to replace us as your friends? I mean, we've been working so hard to make this friendship work but I guess all the work we've done is useless. If you really want us to understand you, then you've got to learn to understand us. It's not supposed to be one-sided. Friendship is never one-sided. And if you can't deal with that, then ignore us all you want. Drop us if you want, but don't go blaming us for our friendship that was lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You were never a victim. You just planted onto your mind that we never understand you. Try understanding us, and we'll see what happens.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-1174294905010464342?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1174294905010464342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoes-over-bros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1174294905010464342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1174294905010464342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoes-over-bros.html' title='Hoes over bros'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4079094754387832025</id><published>2010-01-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:30:01.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And when I thought I won the battle, I stabbed myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This day sucks, bigtime. I haven't told my friends about this coz' I know they would be disappointed in me. My big plan of forgetting him faultered once I saw him today. I don't know why but the feeling was back. It's not as strong as before but something's still there. I thought I was over this shit but I guess there are some days that I simply don't mind him at all, but the feeling remains. Ugh, I am confused with everything now. I thought I was falling for another guy but I can't do that unless I forget about him. I don't want this guy to be a rebound coz' he's doesn't deserve to be hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dang it. I need to forget about this. I literally haven't studied yet. :| And with this going on in my mind, I don't think I can concentrate on studying. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to go to the battle, but I can't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry pare, I wish you the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*LOL. Kung magsalita naman ako, para namang gusto nia nandon ako. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Got to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/526201518088104949-4079094754387832025?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4079094754387832025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/defeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4079094754387832025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4079094754387832025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/defeat.html' title='Defeat'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7936018240433276444</id><published>2010-01-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:25:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs148.snc3/17545_1312369804559_1090065364_916709_5891308_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;COOL RIGHT? :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eto pa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="325" length="400" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs128.snc3/17545_1312369924562_1090065364_916712_7471392_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Resulta ng pagkamiss ko kay syota. :)))) Loveyo. :) &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/526201518088104949-7936018240433276444?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7936018240433276444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7936018240433276444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7936018240433276444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures. :))'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6837101157149024185</id><published>2010-01-18T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:21:13.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>University of the Philippines, I bid goodbye. T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It made me cry, honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I really thought I had a chance on UP, but unfortunately, there was none. I didn't know it would be this depressing. I feel so stupid coz' I didn't even pass that stupid exam. Ugh. I cried coz' I couldn't accept the fact that I will never be one of the fighting maroons. &lt;i&gt;Siguro, magiging Green Archer na lang ako. &lt;/i&gt;It's not my dream school, but I guess it'll do. &lt;i&gt;Pinipilit nga ako ng tatay ko e. Gandahan ko daw scores ko sa DLSU para makatransfer ako sa UPD. &lt;/i&gt;How I wish that works out. I really want to be in Diliman. Quality education kasi, but I guess I have to deal with DLSU, even though accounting's not my course there, I guess I'll just shift courses or ask for reconsideration. Ugh, tears won't stop falling. I'm trying to look strong for everybody but somehow, I just want to release these tears of mine. &lt;i&gt;Siguro nga, UP just isn't meant for me. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess I have to stop typing. &lt;/i&gt;You know what, the only thing that cheered me up today was when I saw him. :)) I guess, this feeling I have for him is something. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/526201518088104949-6837101157149024185?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6837101157149024185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/university-of-philippines-i-bid-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6837101157149024185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6837101157149024185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/university-of-philippines-i-bid-goodbye.html' title='University of the Philippines, I bid goodbye. T.T'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5787115874614986268</id><published>2010-01-14T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:42:38.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I AM IN A WAY, PISSED OFF. I know I'm not the kind of person who gets easily pissed off when it comes to taunts and teases, but this time, I can't take it anymore. It's not that it isn't true or that I'm not used to being teased, yet it's the fact that &lt;i&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;and I are having some awkward moments because of that. Since that happened, he wouldn't even look me in the eye and ask me what's the equation for that stupid math problem. I knew that because I was the nearest person to ask but he kept on asking people who were beyond the boundaries of hearing. :| In a way, he's kinda avoiding the teases of my classmates, so that results to him avoiding me. I want us to be friends. I don't want any awkwardness between us. I want to return to those times when we just ask each other some academic related things and when we just had a special connection between us. But due to the circumstances, that will never happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And another thing, I REALLY DO WANT HIM TO BE MY PROM PARTNER, but I want him to take me in his own will. I don't like when the others force him because he's the kind of person who's a gentleman. He'd say yes to even the ugliest girl in the world. :| I thank my friends for trying to help but somehow, it's much more sweeter if he himself asks me. I know it's impossible but, at least I know that US can never happen, right? Ugh ~ I am making such a big deal out of this. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Any, I have something to tell you. THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. :)) &lt;i&gt;Lalo na friends ko. :) &lt;/i&gt;My love for him has lessened. Yeah, I have proven that. When I still loved him so much, whatever he does, even if it's wrong, I always tell him that he's right. I always believe him even though my friends tell me that he's lying. I always trash his enemies even though he's at the wrong side. I was surprised with myself when the word boastful and insensitive came to my mind once a friend of mine told me a band-related story. I won't name names, but dammit, I started asking myself, &lt;i&gt;"Why did I fall in love with such a boastful loser? Why did I fall for a person who thinks he's the most handsome man in the world?" &lt;/i&gt;I was irritated, seriously. I thought it would be nice to be a friend of that guy, but that was nonsense. Tss. I'm not saying this because I'm bitter, &lt;i&gt;siguro nabuksan lang talaga mata ko sa katotohanan. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should stop blabbering about my lovelife. I know how irritating it is. Haha. :)) So I gotta say goodbye. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. MISS NA KITA SYOTAAA! :)) LY. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-5787115874614986268?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5787115874614986268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/shitty-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5787115874614986268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5787115874614986268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/shitty-things.html' title='Shitty things'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7096036865185940706</id><published>2010-01-13T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:41:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Joys and frustrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img length="400" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs148.snc3/17545_1307992335125_1090065364_904603_4334627_n.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Imiss you, Maria Jemil Agustin Napay! :)) Good luck sa Cebu! Kaya niyo yan! :D Uwian mo kami ng pasalubong at sigurado, madami kaming kwento pagbalik mo! :)) Gusto mo ako tumingin ng UPCAT results mo? Ingat sa biyahe tomorrow, ah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so the real blog begins. I've learned a valuable lesson these past few days. &lt;b&gt;If you want others to understand you, you should learn how to understand them too. &lt;/b&gt;This taught me that we can't be selfish. We can always say that others simply misunderstand us. Did we try to understand them even once? It's only a matter of communication with your friends. It's kinda stupid to reason misunderstanding. If you want them to understand, make them. Don't make them formulate guesses of their own. Ayt? :) I hope this taught you something. :) I know it has for me. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And yeah, lemme share you my experience just yesterday. Well, I was doing our research powerpoint while waiting for my other members. 10pm ~ they still hadn't shown up. I was pissed off coz' one, member a was too busy crying over her boyfriend. Okaaaay, I know, you have problem that needs to be fixed but when it comes to my academics, studies go first then love. She kept on ranting about her boyfriend. So maybe I may seem insensitive but it was out of the line. She hadn't done anything for our project. She's the kind of person who relies on somebody else for their grade. C'mon, &lt;i&gt;napakabait ko na ngang leader e. &lt;/i&gt;But what happened? They abused my kindness. Psh. Member B, let's just say she was the only girl who pmed me for our research project, only to ask, &lt;i&gt;anong gagawin bukas? &lt;/i&gt;I mean, I was waiting for, &lt;i&gt;"anong maitutulong ko?" &lt;/i&gt;but in never came. She has the same attitude as of Member A. These are the same girls who ditched me during our Chapter 2 Oral Defense. Well, screw you both. I'm getting frustrated with myself because I keep on giving you a chance but you keep on blowing it. :| And yeah, lemme tell you something. I stayed up til 2am for that fckin powerpoint while you lie on your bed, dreaming about your boyfriend. I mean, don' you even care for this project, at all? Don't you even care that a person needed your help yet you never responded? I loathe you both. &lt;i&gt;Kung pwede nga lang kayong tanggalin sa grupo, gagawin ko na eh. &lt;/i&gt;You keep on owning up for what I did. Oh, I promise, I will make you wish that you should have never messed with me. Jacka$$es.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I gotta cool down. Maybe I really lack of sleep so that's why I keep on showing my bad side. I swear, I'm really kind to others, but if you piss me off, you wouldn't recognize me. Haha. :)) Okay, enough on the bag things. Let's move on to the good things that happened! :)) He's my designated partner for the entourage. Okay, so maybe my friends just talked him into it, and I'm not even sure he likes it, but I'm still glad that he'd be the first one I'd see on my prom night. :) It's my last and I want it to be special. :) I know it's just a crush but I feel so happy when I'm around him. I forget all the pain I felt when I was loving this dufus named &lt;i&gt;dufus. XDDD &lt;/i&gt;And to tell you the truth, the pain's gone. I keep on looking at his facebook page, waiting for the pain to come but it isn't there anymore. It's as if it has never existed. I also viewed his picture with a girl, who I was so jealous of before. Once again, there wasn't any pain. I just kept thinking, &lt;i&gt;ang tagal naman magonline ni ~~~ &lt;/i&gt;. I don't know. I consider this a huge achievement for me. Finally, I succeeded on moving on from the one person I loved for the past years. I won't say it was a waste because without that, I wouldn't have learned to be this strong and matured. And for that, I thank him. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough drama. I am such a blabbermouth. Haha. :)) I'll blog again tomorrow and the next day and the next day, and the next day ~ oh you get the picture. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I badly need to sleep. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Goodnight guys. Sweet dreams. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/526201518088104949-7096036865185940706?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7096036865185940706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-joys-and-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7096036865185940706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7096036865185940706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-joys-and-frustrations.html' title='My Joys and frustrations.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6359448580523275971</id><published>2010-01-10T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:21:08.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own stupidity. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/TheVampireDiaries-season-2-episode-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" length="400" src="http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/TheVampireDiaries-season-2-episode-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I AM CURRENTLY ADDICTED TO THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SERIES. Okay, so maybe the events in the episodes don't match what's in their books, but they absolutely got my interest! :)) It scary sometimes and I love that kind of show. Haha. It doesn't focus on vampires ~ unlike some shows ~ it focuses on mystery and love. :)) I insist that you watch it! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, moving on.. Uh ~ it's school again tomorrow. :) I'm kinda excited coz' I'll see my classmates again. As I've said before, I'm cherishing every moment I have with them. In less than 3 months, we'll be parting ways. Ugh. And yeah, I've got rants about that stupid research project. I mean, the oral defense is due on the last week of january and I haven't even started on the fourth chapter! Ugh, this subject really stresses me out. I guess I have to be strive harder if I want that laptop. O.o OMG, I AM SUCH A GEEK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, Hue Turn had an audition today, together with the band of Cito. I wish them the best. :) Sana makapasok sila. :) And yeah, everything's back to normal again. :) I've decided that the more I forget him, the more everything comes back to me. So, I'll still love him but this time, someone else is stealing my love and affection. Yeah, siya yun. You may think I'm using him for a rebound but it isn't. :) I like some things about him that I haven't seen with th other guy. So, make your opinions coz' when it comes to him, I only listen to the truth, not what people want me to believe. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess I have to stop typing useless things. My sister's waiting eh. She needs to use the computer. :)) Probably to stare at someone's profile again. Kidding! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs131.snc3/17851_233601477920_724567920_3315371_3537357_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" length="200" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs131.snc3/17851_233601477920_724567920_3315371_3537357_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss my syota/hersheys! :))) Wala na naman siya tomorrow. :| Good luck sa Cebu Syota!:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loveyo. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/526201518088104949-6359448580523275971?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6359448580523275971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-own-stupidity-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6359448580523275971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6359448580523275971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-own-stupidity-xd.html' title='My own stupidity. XD'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3785743092682250909</id><published>2010-01-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:02:25.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS = LOVE! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img length="200" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs128.snc3/17545_1298312813143_1090065364_872992_707798_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img length="200" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs128.snc3/17545_1298329493560_1090065364_873053_957645_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanna share some pictures. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was the first time since last christmas that we were complete. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We miss you Mariel! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;New Year po yan. :))&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-3785743092682250909?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3785743092682250909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wanna-share-some-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3785743092682250909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3785743092682250909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wanna-share-some-pictures.html' title='FRIENDS = LOVE! :))'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4788146741659846249</id><published>2010-01-08T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:54:59.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crap. That's right, I feel like effing crap. :)) It was pure stupidity to believe that something was definitely going on between us. Yeah, I think he's even keeping his distance. Uh ~ reason why? Mark told him -- scratch that, SHOUTED to the whole class that I'm in love with him. Yeah, that was embarassing, but the worst part of it is that he's ignoring me. Ugh. Why am I making such a big deal out of this?! :| Okay, I'll shut up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know what else to say. Uh ~ did I tell you that I gave samson a retreat letter? It was like an I love you goodbye type of speech. hahaha. I guess I grew tired of the game we --- I was playing. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gaa, I can't put off my nerves. I keep on dreaming about waiting for the results of the UPCAT. Like waiting for it while I'm awake is not enough! GAAAHD. It just irritates me coz' I need to wait for it for one more month. BLAAA. I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO DLSU. It's not the school, it's the people who got accepted. OKAAAY, bitter much?! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope pare and I get over all this evasiveness. I can't stand it if we're not speaking to each other. That kinda uh ~ depresses me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;GUYS, LEMME REMIND YOU, HOES OVER BROS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friends muna bago lalaki? Kay? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Byeow. :)) &lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-4788146741659846249?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4788146741659846249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4788146741659846249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4788146741659846249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html' title='CRAP.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3135725691482781861</id><published>2010-01-07T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:55:02.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHITTYNESS :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am the world's worst blogger. :)))) It's been a long time since I've written here and it disappoints me. Haha. I'll make it up to you. Haha. :)) I already back in school. Haha. And honestly, I'm making the most out of it. I simply can't escape the fact that in less than three months, my highschool life is over. I can't imagine my life without meeting my highschool friends and deep inside, I don't want to forget about them in the future. I want them to be my friends until I take my last breath. :)))) Okay, this is dramatic. Hahaha. Anyway, my year started well. Especially my first day back at school, once he entered, I felt my heart beating slower and faster at the same time. Haha. I don't even know if I'm falling for him because he's himself or I'm falling for him because I want to forget about the skater dood. :)) All I know is that I'm falling in love with him ~ no matter what the reason is. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O yea, I have good news and bad news. Uh~ good news is I passed the DLSUCET, bad news is I didn't get in to the accountancy department. Haha. Another bad news? Skater dood passed the exam. Haha. And when I thought I could forget him once I'm in college, hahaha. Damn, I'm waiting for the UPCAT results. If I pass that, then I'll be far away from him. :))) Okay, bitter much? :)))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll continue this later. Apparently, my dad's trying to get into cyberspace. :)) TTFN. :)))&amp;nbsp; &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/526201518088104949-3135725691482781861?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3135725691482781861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/shittyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3135725691482781861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3135725691482781861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/shittyness.html' title='SHITTYNESS :))))'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-463383860323470644</id><published>2009-12-24T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:34:29.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In less than 6 hours, it'll be christmas, the birth of our savior Jesus Christ. :) Let's celebrate for that day is considered holy. :) I just realized that I haven't blogged about stuff for a while now. Haha. I don't think I have a lot to tell you. Uh ~ let's start with the Christmas Party. We had loads of fun! He was playing the guitar again and haaay, I forget about the other boy whenever I'm with him. Haha. Maybe I'm in the verge of moving on. Haha. Any, after the party, Nadine, Carla and I went to Enchanted Kingdom. Samuel, Jervin, Michelle, Joanna, Erwin, Dodong and some volleyball&amp;nbsp; boys joined us. We had fun even though there were a lot of people. Imagine, we were there from 3:30pm to 12:00 am and we were only able to go on 6 rides? Haha. DEFINE PILA. XD I want to thank Cito for the ticket. I saved loads of money because of that. :) Ayun, basically, other days were typical. And oh, I bought a new phone! I finally replaced my 2 year long Motorola L7. Haha. I love my new phone. It's a Nokia X3. I don't wanna post a picture here so if you wanna know what it looks like, search for it in the world wide web. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, so maybe right now I'm feeling confused. You see, I think I'm falling for a certain guy but I'm afraid I'm just using him to cover up my love for this other guy. Aba, I've been in love with this other guy for 3 whole years and I don't know if I can move on that easily. Lalo na, he never loved me back. One sided love, ika nga. I want to forget about him but the only time I forget about him is when I see the certain guy. Haha. I know, It's difficult to discuss without names. XD Any, you get my point, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I wanna wish you a merry christmas! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3 days to go and I'll be 16! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love yo. :) &lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-463383860323470644?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/463383860323470644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/463383860323470644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/463383860323470644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-christmas.html' title='The day before Christmas'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8545643460604281486</id><published>2009-11-23T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:46:45.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of bursting emotions. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna tell you that a lot of beautiful things happened today, but it ended pretty bad. I went to school with allergies I couldn't find the cause of. Filipino time, we checked the papers and my score got me depressed. 30/50 isn't good enough, especially for my parents. Anyway, my reasearch score cheered me up coz' I only had 3 mistakes. I also learned a valuable lesson, I am not going to let anyone copy from me, EVER. There was an incident a while ago that a person copied from me and she got an even higher score compared to mine. Psh. Lesson learned. When we had our morning break, I saw him again. DANG IT, &lt;i&gt;ba't ba siya ganon kagwapo? &lt;/i&gt;I mean he looks normal to everyone else but to me, he's to die for. &lt;i&gt;Malakas talaga tama ko sa kanya. &lt;/i&gt;After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I even wrote TURTLE:SMILEY:DIMPLES:inserthisnamehere over and over again in a yellow paper. HAHA. I'm obsessed, I know. And when lunch came, that was the embarassing part. I was drinking pepsi when I noticed that he was at my back. My friends were teasing me and they were slowing down so we can go with their walk. When I saw his face, I couldn't help it, &lt;i&gt;nabulunan ako. Malapit ko na mabugahan ng pepsi kung sino man yung nasa harap ko. &lt;/i&gt;I don't know if he saw it but it was embarassing. And then when Jemil teased me about it, she hit her head on the fire extinguisher cabinet. We were laughing our asses off coz' of that horrible mishap. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We had our confession today. I asked God to give me a sign. If I see him more then once after dismissal, I shouldn't forget him coz' there's still hope, and guess what, I saw him 7 times! And when I asked God to give me a sign that I should still hold on to my love for him, I asked him if he texts me, even considering a gm, even once, I should hold on. Guess what, he texted me 7 times today. AND IT WASN'T A GM. This just goes to show that God forbids me to forget him. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;BTW, the thing I said about this day not ending well. Well, I saw him with &lt;i&gt;her &lt;/i&gt;. They were really close and I was wondering and thinking to myself if there's something between them. I know a lot of dirt about him, so this, I can handle. :) I'll love him no matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bye na. :) My mom's gonna check her Cafe World. Addicted Fool. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/526201518088104949-8545643460604281486?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8545643460604281486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-bursting-emotions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8545643460604281486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8545643460604281486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-bursting-emotions.html' title='A day of bursting emotions. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3371349797079499120</id><published>2009-11-23T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:39:11.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neno's Award. Thanks Ate Irish. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCk_Y6suvus/Sv06Z9px4dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1LfDPQcIb0I/s1600/Nenos_Award_icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCk_Y6suvus/Sv06Z9px4dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1LfDPQcIb0I/s320/Nenos_Award_icon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;First things first, I would really like to say thanks to &lt;a href="http://ayreezh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Irish &lt;/a&gt;for giving me this award. Haha. Like her, I don't know what this award it but I'm still grateful. :) Thanks a lot. :D It means a whole lot to me. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Moving on..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules and regulations for this award are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1. As a dedication for those who love blogging and love to encourage friendships through blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. To seek the reasons why we all love blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Put the award in one post as soon as you receive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Don’t forget to mention the person who gives you the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Answer the award’s question by writing the reason why you love blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Tag and distribute the award to as many people as you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Don’t forget to notify the award receivers and put their links in your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Why do I blog? Could I tell you I just feel like it? Nope, I guess not. Anyway, I think the real reason why I blog is that I can express my feelings freely and even if I can't tell my friends personally, they'll know what's going on in my life. It's a relief to know that you can rant about something and no one's there to tell you that it's stupid to rant about those kind of things. It's a relief to know that you can vent your anger upon somebody who won't lift a finger against you. I also love blogging coz' after a few years and/or months, I can go back to my previous blogs and see what kind of angst I had back then. It's amusing to read about my boy troubles and how I was so immature back then. I treat my blog like an online diary where there are no secrets. I may hide names because of privacy but everything's here. Nothing's is to be left out because I want to keep those memories forever. :) It feels amazing when you realize that a lot of people read about your rants and they have a smile among their face. It feels amazing to see that people make the time to comment about that particular blog post. You feel special to them, and that I think are the reasons why I love blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope the fun continues. :) I love you all. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm passing this blog on to the following people, because I love them and I think they deserve it. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Abbi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemonely.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edzhie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rawrisloove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jemil&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueraelight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://steffiesticated.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steffie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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/526201518088104949-3371349797079499120?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3371349797079499120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/nenos-award-thanks-ate-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3371349797079499120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3371349797079499120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/nenos-award-thanks-ate-irish.html' title='Neno&apos;s Award. Thanks Ate Irish. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCk_Y6suvus/Sv06Z9px4dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1LfDPQcIb0I/s72-c/Nenos_Award_icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4714096988263921698</id><published>2009-11-16T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:26:36.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you do, I will still love you. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should be doing my homework but I couldn't stand not writing here. :) It was a fun day today. Finally, I was able to go to school. I learned something really important today. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MASAMANG MAG-ABSENT NG TATLONG ARAW. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It was like I was in a different world. I didn't know the lessons and they had notes I didn't have. Good thing I used this day to get back on track. If I want that laptop, I gotta work hard for it. :) So after this stupid blog post, I'm doing my homework. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I also want to say sorry to my lovable friends, TWINko, SYOTAko, and TWINKLEko. Sorry ah? You know what I mean. I didn't mean it naman eh. Sorry sorry sorry! Love you so muccchh. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I found something out today. I can't tell you here, in fact, I can't tell a soul. I admit, it changed my perspective on his personality but the feelings didn't change. It's still here, it's all here in my heart. I still love him but I gotta learn how to stop. This won't go anywhere. :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, enough drama. I really need to do my homework. But don't worry, I'll blog again tomorrow. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Till next time. :) &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/526201518088104949-4714096988263921698?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4714096988263921698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatever-you-do-i-will-still-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4714096988263921698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4714096988263921698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatever-you-do-i-will-still-love-you.html' title='Whatever you do, I will still love you. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8650147934060568218</id><published>2009-11-15T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:33:45.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I always come back to YOU. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Just got home from my 3 day relaxation in Baguio. Haha. I desperately needed it coz for the past few days I was sick and I didn't know why. Good thing, after that Baguio trip, I felt better. Maybe I just needed a rest from everything that's been bothering me. I feel so much better that I'm going to school tomorrow! I missed my friends, Ambrose and a whole lot more. :) &lt;i&gt;May dala po akong pasalubong, wag kayong mag-alala. &lt;/i&gt;Anyway, I have no idea what they did those days when I was gone and I want to catch up. I can't let somebody take my number one spot in class coz' my laptop's on the line. I need to be on top till the fourth quarter so my parents can buy me a laptop. That's the condition, and I just need to abide with it. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pacquiao won again. I was able to know through the radio. &lt;i&gt;Ang galing nung mga nagsasalita. &lt;/i&gt;They were able to describe every punch, every jab, every fall of both legends. It was an awesome fight. It lasted for 12 rounds and on the last round, it was declared a technical knock-out. Unfortunately for Miguel Cotto, the referee thought his body couldn't take anymore. :) Pacquiao brought pride to the Philippines, once again. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After everything that has happened, I recognized something. &lt;i&gt;He doesn't care about me. &lt;/i&gt;That's declared a fact. I fell sick and he didn't even ask, even once, how I was doing. When I personally texted him, he just laughed at me and took pity over the fact that I couldn't watch TV. It was depressing that even for the fact thet we're friends, he didn't care about me. It made me sad but it did teach me something. That I'm waiting in vain for nothing. Whatever I do now won't change anything. He'll never love me the way I love him. I don't even know if he loves me as a friend. Maybe I should be contented with whatever we have right now and forget about everything. It's a useles endeavor, I learned that the hard way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I blabbering again. I promised I would keep my blogs short this time. haha. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some pics from my baguio trip. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sv_l6ulCNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/svGh8rPyfro/s1600-h/100_8645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sv_l6ulCNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/svGh8rPyfro/s320/100_8645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sv_kxF7QzHI/AAAAAAAAABI/blHzHsNinWc/s1600-h/100_8287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Just bear with it. XD :)&amp;nbsp; &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/526201518088104949-8650147934060568218?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8650147934060568218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-always-come-back-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8650147934060568218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8650147934060568218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-always-come-back-to-you.html' title='And I always come back to YOU. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sv_l6ulCNYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/svGh8rPyfro/s72-c/100_8645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6573398655619688559</id><published>2009-10-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:46:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_712d90db69784015868e56b4c2b7ca5a/adobe-px-thumbnails/32fd4b52f6134005a42d123998cc50c9/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito and me. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_712d90db69784015868e56b4c2b7ca5a/adobe-px-thumbnails/8762af36feb342e2a64034d9122f1b76/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Reena. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_712d90db69784015868e56b4c2b7ca5a/adobe-px-thumbnails/6429f0d99f8e4bff8f3d52c3e40c45fa/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_712d90db69784015868e56b4c2b7ca5a/adobe-px-thumbnails/7642e41e59d64583bbcf3db9a4f1291b/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_712d90db69784015868e56b4c2b7ca5a/adobe-px-thumbnails/3660c234f7e849ecb251bdcf32d27f57/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemil and me. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are simple edits in www.photoshop.com. I couldn't quite get the Adobe Photoshop program so I edit online. It looks okay naman diba? I'm trying to edit pa but it seems like the photoshop website is slowing down, so stop muna ako.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hope you like it friends. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Comment! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friends, if you want copies, just comment. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-6573398655619688559?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6573398655619688559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6573398655619688559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6573398655619688559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-3.html' title='LOVE &lt;3'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5958266080054242447</id><published>2009-10-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:41:48.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;October 24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was the last day of exams and ugh, it was horrible. It's like I didn't study for 4 hours straight. I read the research readings and GAAA, I think I'm gonna fail either way. Social Studies was hell. They gave us the given numbers for computations 10 minutes before the time so we kinda rushed the answers. English was full of the names of gods and goddesses. I answered a few and the others, I'm not sure of. HAHA. Anyway, after exams, my friends and I walked to mini stop to hang out since Allan's party doesn't start until 2pm. After that, Tin and I became an audience in the jam session of Earl, Cito, Kevin and Alexis. &lt;i&gt;Sayang wala si Benedic. XD&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;We headed to Allan's house afterwards and ate until our bellies couldn't take in food anymore. XD Clare people dominated the party. Gahd, I miss them. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 25.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was the birthday of my brother, Anton. We went to Enchanted Kingdom since he wanted his birthday party to be there. We had loads of fun but my dad made a mistake that made my mom really mad. Haha. They made up after a while but my dad should learn to own up to his mistakes. Tss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was the swimming of Ambrose. Only 20 out of 37 were there. Videoke all day! Haha. Others played poker, uno, STRIP tong-its(grabe si Casas. Boxers na lang natira. XD) and plain tong-its. XD There isn't a party without alcohol so we bought The Bar and Matador. I think I drank about 10. XD It was Mark's fault when someone became red all over because of her allergies to alcohol. It was still Mark's fault when someone was near to being drunk because of a broken heart. So, I think Mark should say sorry. XD JOKE! &amp;gt;:P&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Anyway, I had fun guys! Sa uulitin! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. &lt;/b&gt;Nakagat ako ng BEE. XD It seems familiar. XD SHHHH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S&lt;/b&gt; I changed my layout. I was getting bored with the last one. It was too --- pink. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bye then . :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-5958266080054242447?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5958266080054242447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5958266080054242447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5958266080054242447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5748133735371658284</id><published>2009-10-22T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:06:15.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are killing meee. :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Good evening guys! :) Haha. Finally, I found the time to blog about my day. :] Let's start with yesterday. Bad news is that I cried the moment I stepped into the classroom. I was sooo pissed off with my two research group members. (And these aren't the same as the one I was ranting about in my last post) They decided to cut class that day. Why was I so pissed? It was our defense that day. And with them gone, there will only be three people reporting, and the fact that in that 3, 2 don't know anything about our study. SAKLAP NO? I was crying coz' I was the one who helped them in order for them to have something to say in our defense, but what did they do? THEY BAILED OUT ON ME. &lt;i&gt;Buti sana kung nag-aaral sila, gumala lang naman. &lt;/i&gt;It wasn't fair and the most annoying thing is, they don't even have the guts to say sorry. &lt;i&gt;Parang ako pa may kasalanan. &lt;/i&gt;Psh. &lt;i&gt;Mabait pa nga ako eh, di ko sila sinumbong na nagcutting sila. &lt;/i&gt;I was really annoyed with what they did. And girl number 1 had the guts to rant about their day in her status message? &lt;i&gt;Sakit ang ulo sa aral, Sakit paa sa gala, sakit cp kakapiktyur. &lt;/i&gt;I WAS LIKE, "WHO CARES?" I'm currently ignoring them. I'm not helping them with research anymore. If they want to be included in the list of members, they should have the initiative to ask me what they can do to help. If they don't do that, I'm not putting their name on the list -- it's as easy as that. &lt;i&gt;Napuno na kasi ako eh. Alam niyo yun? Nagpapakabait ka na nga sa kanila, aabusuhin pa nila. Talagang gaguhan na.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I won't ruin a new day because of the past. First day of exams today. CVE was -- uh, easy in a way that I answered 3/4 of the questionnaire, the remaining 1/4, I guessed. HAHA. MAPEH was -- hell. Haha. Composers and blaaa shit. XD TLE --- I was so clueless. My 2 hour long session with that subject didn't pay off coz' I couldn't answer the last 2 parts. XD COMPUTER -- was heaven! It was easy even though I didn't open my book and/or notes. XD :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to SMIS tomorrow with Nadine and Mark. :) YAY! :D Missed them soo much. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wanna come with Aina? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I think that'll be all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bye. :) &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/526201518088104949-5748133735371658284?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5748133735371658284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-killing-meee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5748133735371658284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5748133735371658284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-killing-meee.html' title='Exams are killing meee. :['/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8424540489774037681</id><published>2009-10-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:50:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried reaching out to you but you keep on pushing me away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Good Evening. Let's start this blog entry with a greeting because this is an entry full of my rants and comments. Ugh. Let's start with the Research thing. I am completely pissed off with one of my members. She really shows me that she doesn't care about our research study and she doesn't care about our grade. Damn, she's only thinking about herself. Imagine, we made the Chapter 3 of our study and she didn't help, not even a single word. &lt;i&gt;Mas mabuti pa nga si Syd e, tumulong. &lt;/i&gt;I AM REALLY PISSED OFF. I know she's my friend but c'mon, I don't like the way she's taking credit for the work we have done. I'm pissed off coz' I stay up all night doing our research work while she lies in bed, sleeping soundly. I'm pissed off coz' she has time to text with a guy all night until dawn whil she doesn't find the time to help us out in our research study. I'm pissed off coz' she acts like nothing happened and as if she can answer everything in our defense. DANG IT. I don't even care if she does read this. This time, its war. :| Call me stupid for making academics as the reason for ruining our friendship but don't you think I have a point? If she really values me as a friend, she should respect my rights and concerns diba? Tss. Its really frustrating to know that even though she didn't do anything, she gets a high score in our research subject. IT NOT FAIR FOR THOSE WHO STAY UP ALL NIGHT -- AKO YUN. I don't care if she reads this and gets mad at me, I DON'T CARE IF SHE FIGHTS WITH ME. What's her stand anyway? She made the mistake, not me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, second reason why I hate this day. DANG, I don't know what to do with th periodical tests. I don't think I can pass them. I haven't studied yet. Ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I saw him today. Ugh ---- he still makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. :D I'm still in love with him. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRY TO MY SYOTA, MARIA JEMIL AGUSTIN NAPAY. Alam mo na kung bakit. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/526201518088104949-8424540489774037681?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8424540489774037681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-tried-reaching-out-to-you-but-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8424540489774037681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8424540489774037681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-tried-reaching-out-to-you-but-you.html' title='I tried reaching out to you but you keep on pushing me away.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7052388974123512595</id><published>2009-10-18T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:02:34.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week and DLSU exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously, it's like the weekend just passed by. Gaahd. Is fourth year really this hectic? Imagine, I have to make the Project Feasibility Study, wherein the four boys of the group don't do a single thing! Even if they're my friends, when I get really p!ssed off with them, I'm not giving them a grade. And then there's research. SH1T. That's all I can say. I made Chapter 2 (a.k.a Review of Related Literature) all by myself(with a little help from Janine and Cedrick). But I did the typing and the formatting all by myself. And when Ms. Reyes gave us the drafts back, we got 16/20, the highest among the class. GAAAA. I couldn't imagine my other groupmates getting the grade that they obviously don't deserve. IT'S EFFING FRUSTRATING. Gaguhan e. Anyway, since that day, I told them that they should help me in finalizing the final draft because if they don't, they won't have anything to say in our defense. I thought they listened to me..DAMN, I WAS SO WRONG. One member practically slapped me in the face! She asked for the draft so I gave it to her. I asked her to make some revisions and she was like, "OKAY." And then she signed out of YM and I thought she was really offline, but then I saw her in Facebook answering endless quizzes. Here I am worrying about our research study while she's hanging out at facebook answering useless quizzes? THAT WASN'T RIGHT. GAGUHAN TALAGA. I'm serious, I'm not helping her in answering the questions in our defense even if she is my friend. I don't like friends who jeopardize my grade for her own leisure and recreation. Call me a grade-conscious freak--- maybe I am. Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, let's talk about the DLSUCET. HAHA. Okay, this kinda cheered me up. When I arrived at the campus, I went straight to M413. It was then that he sent me a group message saying that the exam's about to start in 30 minutes. I was shocked to find out that he was also taking the exam. OH GAHD I WANT TO STUDY THERE. haha. :D I texted him good luck and blaaaa. I found out that he was near my room. He was staying at M419. Dang, destiny really is playing with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The exam started and I couldn't answer a thing. HAHA. Nabobo na ako. XD Anyway, we saw each other when break was called and we said our his and hellos. Haha. I won't talk about the exam coz' I guessed almost every answer of mine. I don't like it there, okay? XD (But if he is going to study there.. I might change my options..) JOKE. ASA. UP pa rin ako. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I think that's all. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm still making the PFS and Research Powerpoint presentation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And I'm also going to mass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So Tata -- for now. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Strnde1EkzI/AAAAAAAAABA/7VQKd82O6UU/s1600-h/533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Strnde1EkzI/AAAAAAAAABA/7VQKd82O6UU/s320/533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love this pic. It was taken at Grande Island Subic. :D And yeaa, that's as far as I can go. Who can guess why I can't go into the pool ? XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;BYEEE. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-7052388974123512595?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7052388974123512595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-week-and-dlsu-exam.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7052388974123512595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7052388974123512595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-week-and-dlsu-exam.html' title='Hell week and DLSU exam'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Strnde1EkzI/AAAAAAAAABA/7VQKd82O6UU/s72-c/533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6464046915071049696</id><published>2009-10-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:12:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAL MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was a day full of surprises and disappointments. STRIKE NUMBER 1 - He was absent or uh, as someone told me, i think he cut class. I don't know the real story. Blaa. Sad to say but I looked for him all day hoping that I'll get a single glimpse, but he wasn't there. Just when I already had the courage to say sorry, he wasn't there. It like the heavens are forbidding me from saying sorry. Ironic eh? XD STRIKE NUMBER 2 - Was it hot or what? When we went to the audigym for the mass, Jemilsyota and I were situated at the 2nd to the top bleacher. It was hooooot and we were sweating during the mass. We only felt the cold air once the grade school mobilized back to their respective rooms. What did they do to the cool air? Did they suck it up into their systems? Just kidding. My brother's in grade school for Pete's sake. :D STRIKE NUMBER 3 - So here's the juicy part. This is the highlight of my stupid day. When we came back from the mass, I decided to play jackstones since I didn't have anything else to do. When I was getting it, Jemil suddenly told us that her money was missing. I looked at my own wallet and that's when I found out that my 350 pesos and 1 dollar was missing. I screamed my lungs out coz' that was the money that I was gonna use for my brother's birthday gift. Dang it. It was the money I saved from my 2 week long hunger strike. It like the theif stole my food. And I don't like that. That makes me angry. &lt;b&gt;YOU WON'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY. &lt;/b&gt;XDD We reported it to Ms. Velasco but we only got a sermon and a reason for tears to come. It hit me that my money isn't going to be returned to me so I cried. I didn't know what I would give for my brother's birthday. Dang. Good thing, my friends were there. Thanks to Jemil and Kat for comforting me and most especially, tweetums ko, Mark. He hugged me to hide my tears from the others. Dang. Now I know the feeling of something being stolen from you. Its like you were so stupid that someone can get something from you. It like you weren't paying too much attention to let this happen. DAMN. I HATE THIS FEELING. Anyway, good thing they didn't get my wallet coz' HIS letter was there. And if that becomes lost, I would really bring this case to the police. A SIMPLE LETTER CAN CHANGE MY PERCEPTION OF THINGS. :) My life's writing in that letter. And by my life, I mean a person. :D CHEESY. :) STRIKE NUMBER 4 - We had to wear that stupid Type A uniform. Ugh. I hate CAT. STRIKE NUMBER 5 - This one's a happy story. Our homeroom activity's topic was friendship. We wrote letters to our new friends in the classroom. :D And guess what who gave me a letter? GUESS NGA E. Don't ask me. :D STRIKE NUMBER 6 - My mom and I watched The Echo, the hollywood remake of the pinoy blockbuster SIGAW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasiafestival.com/2008/_media/dynimages/echo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fantasiafestival.com/2008/_media/dynimages/echo.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was disappointed with the movie. When compared to SIGAW, it's kinda uhhh. Yes it did have its scary scenes(wherein I closed my eyes and ears) but SIGAW had a better screenplay and a better story. HAHA. Anyway, Iza Calzado had a little exposure compared to SIGAW but she's a big time actress nowadays because of starring in this film. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;GAAA. I don't have anything else to say. So, I wanna say goodbye with a picture and an I LOVE YOU.&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sthv7b5ANII/AAAAAAAAAA4/64hrhc1Ifnk/s1600-h/8120_157262077920_724567920_2822495_4008769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sthv7b5ANII/AAAAAAAAAA4/64hrhc1Ifnk/s320/8120_157262077920_724567920_2822495_4008769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOUU SYOTAAA, &amp;lt;3 &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;SAMSON loves DELILAH &lt;i&gt;dapat..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hindi.. &lt;/i&gt;DELILAH loves SAMSON. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;wala lang. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/526201518088104949-6464046915071049696?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6464046915071049696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/steal-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6464046915071049696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6464046915071049696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/steal-my-heart.html' title='STEAL MY HEART'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/Sthv7b5ANII/AAAAAAAAAA4/64hrhc1Ifnk/s72-c/8120_157262077920_724567920_2822495_4008769_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-230029929353172158</id><published>2009-10-15T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:39:31.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Dood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been depressed since last night. Ugh. I made a mistake and I'm not sure if I can take it back. So here's the story. It was the birthday of Cito yesterday. I though about how I'm going to greet him. In the end, I settled with ignoring him the whole day and when 11pm strikes, I'll call him and greet him. That way, my greeting is considered special because I'm the last to greet him. This stupid plan backfired because on the way out of the campus, I walked by the old canteen, Cito was passing by and he went near me. He asked me, &lt;b&gt;"DI MO BA AKO BABATIIN?" &lt;/b&gt;I panicked. I didn't know if I should still continue my plan or I should just greet him now. I ended up doing a stupid deed. I looked the other way and whispered, &lt;b&gt;"mamaya na lang." &lt;/b&gt;I meant to say that I'll greet him later once I call. I didn't know what his reaction was because I fled. Jemil, Kat and Edz told me that he looked disappointed. Did he? Was he disappointed with what I did? I was really bothered so I texted him, &lt;b&gt;"Uy, tatawag ako meang gabi. Medyo late na nga lang. Wag kang matutulog a?" &lt;/b&gt;He didn't reply but I was still hoping that I'll be able to speak with him and tell him that I'm sorry for embarassing him. 11 pm came and I registered for Unlicall Night. When it confirmed, I battled with myself first before calling him. My heart was pounding like it was fighting its way out of my body. But, he didn't answer his phone. I didn't know if he's still awake but it seems like God doesn't want us to talk to each other. Maybe it's in His will. I tried calling him again and again and again and again. Gaah, you get the fcuking picture. He didn't answer. He didn't bother speaking with me. I texted him a pretty long text message. I typed everything I wanted to say to him. I even put an ILY in the end. I waited for his reply ---- all night. You read it right. I waited for it until dawn hit. Still no answer. I called Jemil to ease the pain and to stop my tears from falling because I promised myself that I wouldn't cry because of him anymore. But once Jemil hung up, tears started falling from my eyes. I lost hope and I regretted what I did.&amp;nbsp; I closed my eyes, disappointed with myself. To my surprise, our maid knocked on my door telling me that it was time to wake up. Dang it, I wasn't able to sleep. My eyes were puffy and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I waited for him to assure me that he wasn't mad and that it was okay. Still-- the long-awaited message did not come. He did text me a little later but to my disappointment, it was only a group message. Okay, so maybe he was mad at me. I tried to smile all day, trying to hide the pain I was feeling. I didn't want to look like I was in pain because of a petty reason in front of my friends. Most especially Edz.. her problem is waaay more serious than mine is. I haven't found the guts to talk to him personally and ask him if he's mad at me. I did ask him through text but I doubt he'll answer. Anyway, after that incident, I kept asking my guy friends if they'd be mad at me if I didn't greet them. All of them answered, &lt;b&gt;"Hindi. Magagalit lang ako kung may gusto rin ako sayo." &lt;/b&gt;O H S H I T. When they said that, a part of me wished that he really is mad at me which proves that he doesn't treat me only as a friend. Hm. I think I better stop blabbering here. Nothing's gonna happen if I still do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a little birthday message for him. If he reads this, then maybe he'll forgive me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/45/47/41037454/1_996497949l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/45/47/41037454/1_996497949l.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Happy Happy Birthday dood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You damn as hell know that you're special to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll never forget a special day like this in your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you fo everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for cheering me up with a simple smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for making my life meaningful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry if ever I hurt you in the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry for embarassing you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you dood. Always have. Always will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;33 Reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So let's continue with my daily rant. THIS WEEK IS HELL. Dang it. It's like the teachers enjoy torturing us. Gaaa. We have a lot of papers, assignments, defense on the research work and a whole lot more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Any, I need to ask my mom for permission on the 24th. I need to do something that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;LALALALOVE, Reena. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-230029929353172158?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/230029929353172158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-dood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/230029929353172158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/230029929353172158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-dood.html' title='Happy birthday Dood.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-9191390292392609295</id><published>2009-10-13T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:15:20.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday ko bukas. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So yeah. I'm here blogging about my boring day. And let's face it, the main topic of this blog is HIM again. It's his birthday tomorrow. I'm planning on calling him tomorrow night. I want top make him feel special even though I'll only give him a simple greeting. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We have a new seat plan and fortunately, Reymarc's my seat mate. :) Next to him is my ever lovable twin, MA.EDERLINA REJUSO! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BTW, I want to say that I love my SYOTA, MARIA JEMIL NAPAY! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So yea, eto na lang. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To a person I love very dearly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Oh god how I wish I can sing it to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always remember that I'll always be here. You can always count on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you, till the end of forever. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CHEESY! :) Sige, yun lang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 DELILAH&amp;nbsp; &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/526201518088104949-9191390292392609295?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9191390292392609295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-ko-bukas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9191390292392609295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/9191390292392609295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-ko-bukas.html' title='Birthday ko bukas. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4828212811988275533</id><published>2009-10-10T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:57:17.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love him, love him not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eto, nadaan lang ako. :[ I just finished watching Princess Hours. Ewan ko ba, pero parang naging wake up call sa akin na wag na akong umasa kay turtle. Tss. Di ko alam kung si Janelle ba ako o si Monique dun sa show na yun. Di naman siguro ako si Monique kasi wala naman kaming past ni turtle. Di rin naman ako si Janelle kasi in the end, alam kong din niya ako magugustuhan. XD Okay, ang drama ko. tsk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Teka, can I ask a serious question? Sa tingin niyo ba, mahal ko talaga siya? PArang nagdududa na rin kasi ako sa feelings ko sa kanya. Minahal ko ba siya o sobrang infatuation lang to? Yun bang 3 year long crush lang. Parang feeling ko kasi ngayon ganun lang eh. Wala na kasi akong nararamdamang sakit. Wala na yung kirot na nararanasan ko dati. Siguro nga ngaing manhid na puso ko o baka naman dahil may bago na akong crush. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nako, tama na nga yan. Masyado na akong madrama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Gusto ko lang iblog na nahihirapan ako sa Physics assignment. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;AT..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWIN! Kaya niyo yan! Wag kayong papaapekto sa iba. Kahit anong mangyari, nandito kami ni Kat at ni Jemil sa tabi mo. Tandaan mo yan! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ayun lang. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;/Do I love him? :[ think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥REENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-4828212811988275533?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4828212811988275533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/eto-nadaan-lang-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4828212811988275533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4828212811988275533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/eto-nadaan-lang-ako.html' title='Love him, love him not.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-721603139663680841</id><published>2009-10-05T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:39:43.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Take Home Quiz and Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para kay Kat at Jemil. :) Love yooouu. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take Home Quiz (40 points all in all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Answer the following questions in one whole sheet of paper. Please indicate your CLASS NUMBER, NAME, YR&amp;amp;SECTION, DATE SUBMITTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i.Why do you think that, fo the ancient greeks, love for them is one of the truths that must be explored and comprehended by man? (10points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ii. Cite and explain the instances of the technique "Deus ex machina" in Oedipus the King". (15 points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;iii. Greek theatre is much like the Roman amphitheatre, except the actors are the one who are tasked to entertain people and not gladiators. What couls be the reason as to why the Greek stage is built in the middle with people surrounding it, in contrast to what we knoe as the modern day stage? (5 points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;iv. Zeus, for all we know, is renowned as the god of alol the gods in ancient greece. Com-pare and/or contrast Zeus as a deity witht he Christian concept of the reality of God. (10points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks. :) &lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-721603139663680841?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/721603139663680841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-take-home-quiz-and-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/721603139663680841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/721603139663680841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-take-home-quiz-and-assignment.html' title='English Take Home Quiz and Assignment'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1527573223826241745</id><published>2009-10-03T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:26:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, he made me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah. I'll start the story on why I'm soooo happy today. Last night, at around 11pm, Jemil called. We talked for a while and we decided to call Mark. We chatted and Mark asked Jemil if she could call Cito. Of course, Mark was only joking. The line was cut and Jemil couldn't contact us at all. I decided I should sign up for Unlicall coz' I couldn't sleep. I tried calling everyong in my contacts but everything went busy. I tried calling Mark and Jemil once again and there it was. I talked to them again and Mark dared me to call Cito. I did. HE answered but immediately hung up. He texted me, &lt;i&gt;anuba. natakot ako dun a. &lt;/i&gt;Unfortunately, I scared him coz' I called him without notice. And he told me that his ringtone was a bit scary. Anyway, Mark said goodbye coz' he needed to do something DAW. I kept on talking to Jemil but Cito didn't get out mind. I texted him, telling him that Mark wanted to talk to him. I just made an excuse of course. HE agreed, and when Jemil decided to sleep, I called Mark so I could hear Cito's voice. Mark answered after a few calls coz' HE WAS ALREADY SLEEPING. I called Cito and Mark was realllly nice. He asked Cito questions so as to look as if he really wanted to talk to him. I just listened to their conversation and tried to isolate his voice. It was a long time ago when I last heard that voice. Hm. Anyway, after 1 minute, Mark said that he wanted to sleep. HE WAS FAKING, I JUST KNEW IT. He hung up and I was left with Cito. I decided to hang up but he asked a question and that's wehn the conversation started. Even for a night, I heard his voice, him..talking to me alone. We just kept on teasing each other but it was fun. It wouldn't have ended if he charged his phone. His battery died and our phone call was cut, but I was still happy. I wanted to shout, but I didn't want to wake my sister and brother. I was smiling as I lay down on the bed. In fact, I was smiling until I fell asleep. It was a wonderful night ---- scratch that, morning. I forgot to tell you, we were talking till 1:30am of October 3. :) Memorable day. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;LALALA&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REENAlovesYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-1527573223826241745?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1527573223826241745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-again-he-made-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1527573223826241745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1527573223826241745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-again-he-made-me-smile.html' title='Once again, he made me smile.'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8239643426230500267</id><published>2009-10-02T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:54:48.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. So maybe I am weak. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I keep thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;By now I should have forgotten about him but my heart and mind keeps telling me no. It's like my waiting will be worth something someday. I keep dreaming about him. It's the same dream over and over again. We were laughing and having fun and then suddenly, he'll stop and look at me sincerely. He opened his mouth but no words came out of it. I couldn't even read his lips to know what he was saying. Oh damn. How I wish it was those 4 words I waited so long to here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO. &lt;/span&gt;Is that so hard to say to a person like me? My friends ask me why I still don't have a boyfriend. I tell them, I don't want to have one but the truth is, I don't think I'd love someone else. Choosy--ika nga. Maybe my heart's longing for him to be mine. and it's not going to settle for someone else unless it gets what it wants. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have all his messages stored in my inbox. I delete all the others but his, I keep them. I don't know why but even if it's a group message, I treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that'd be enough. My dad's having a fit because I didn't answer to his call. Hello? I'm not at his beck and call! I'm his daughter for Pete's sake! Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the Philippines on the incoming typhoon. May he protect us all from harm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dang, I still love him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;R♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-8239643426230500267?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8239643426230500267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8239643426230500267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8239643426230500267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah.html' title='Craziness of LOVE'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8878836035413917607</id><published>2009-10-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:27:09.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1 is ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dang. Ngayon ko lang naexperience na magcommute na mas malayo sa Cabuyao! YAY! I was scared when we were at the bus. I wasn't used to it. PARANOID, even. Kasi naman, the bus driver kept looking at us and he smiled. Hindi yung ordinary smile ah. A MISCHIEVOUS SMILE AH! Sarap murahin e. :D Anyway, I was able to get to DLSU to pass my app form. My test is scheduled on October 18, from 8am to 12:30pm. Good thing it didn't clash with the birthday celebration of my dear brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to DLSU, we went to ATC to volunteer for the Philippine Red Cross as a way to help the typhoon victims. We tied shoes together as a pair and categorized them as Men's shoes, women's sandals etc. After that, I spent the day with my sister's barkada. Yeah, I felt a little out of place but it was still fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this should be enough. I'm tired of typing blaaahs here. :D But I promised myself that I'd write to you everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another Tropical Cyclone. It's named Pepeng and it's categorized as number 5, the highest storm signal there is. It's like Hurricane Katrina and its winds are greater than Milenyo. Let's just pray that the whole Philippines will be safe because we're still recovering from Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nature's avenging her slow death. So, we should change now before He completely takes away the things he made for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if it doesn't rain tomorrow, I might go to the AKSYON AGUSTINO at school. I want to help and it's the last day of the activity tomorrow. Gaaa, I hope it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is nearing. Should I greet him, Give him a gift, Or don't even bother doing anything? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ REENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-8878836035413917607?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8878836035413917607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8878836035413917607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8878836035413917607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1-is.html' title='October 1 is ♥'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7396513048234590710</id><published>2009-09-30T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:26:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bagyong ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yeah. Bagyong Ondoy hit the Philippines on September 26, 2009. It's September 30, and we're still recovering from the devastating blow Ondoy brought to our country. I consider myself lucky because I didn't experience the wath of Ondoy. SO, maybe it was rainy and I couldn't go out of my house but hey! I didn't lose my home. I didn't lose all of my possessions. I wasn't trapped in the roof of our house, seeking for help. I didn't encounter floods that might lead to my death. Honestly, I was scared. I was scared that in just a glimpse, life can be lost. My mom was saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"It's a great equalizer. Ke-mayaman ka o mahirap, tatamaan ka rin ng bagyo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She was right. Imagine, even those people who had money experienced the storm. It even flooded their homes and destroyed their belongings. Even the pinoy artists' homes were flooded. Tsk. I realized that in God's eyes, we are one. We should be one through happy and sad. Maybe this calamity is only a reminder for us Filipinos that we shouldn't discriminate on the people below us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagyong Ondoy also brought us goodness. Look at the people helping out to the victims of the calamity. We are one as we extend our services to those who cannot rise from the wrath that Ondoy gave. It taught us to appreciate life and help others while we still can. I myself want to volunteer because it'll fulfill my heart's desire. It's really entising to help others and make them feel better, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister's home so I ain't got privacy anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go to DLSU tomorrow. I'm passing my form since Kuya L.A won't be able to do it. Actually, I'm not really fond of DLSU. I'd rather go to ADMU but---my course isn't there. Tsk. My choices are DLSU,UP and Miriam College. If I don't pass in UP, I'll go to Miriam College. That way, I'll still live in Katips along with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I kinda like this guy. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; still has my heart. :) (You know who. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;♥REENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-7396513048234590710?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7396513048234590710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/bagyong-ondoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7396513048234590710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7396513048234590710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/bagyong-ondoy.html' title='bagyong ondoy'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-926907056667397801</id><published>2009-07-23T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:28:43.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORKS. :D dahil to sa A(H1N1)</title><content type='html'>CVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;on a one whole sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;-Explain the ff. symbols of the church using your own bible at home&lt;br /&gt;A. The good sheperd (Jn 10:1-4)&lt;br /&gt;B. God's Temple (1st Cor 3:16-17)&lt;br /&gt;C. God's Vine Yard (1st Cor 3:8-9)&lt;br /&gt;D. Bride of Christ (Eph 5:29-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;one whole sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;Submit one page reflection on what they did in application 1 &amp;amp; 2 (p.32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;short bond paper&lt;br /&gt;Do the research activity indicated on the marginal note on p.41 on your textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;one whole&lt;br /&gt;Read and summarize the nature and characteristics of Catholic Social Teachings, p.40-46 of the worktext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5&lt;br /&gt;short bond&lt;br /&gt;get one pastoral letter from the internet. Identify the methods and sources of the Church leaders like Pope and bishops. Explain how they arrive at their teachings on specified social problems. Write your reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6&lt;br /&gt;Stationary or special paper&lt;br /&gt;Make an open letter explaining why the church has the right and duty to be concerned eith political and secular matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a formal essay on the topic, "Dimensions of Love" (theme paper or short bond paper)&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the ff. pages in your journal. p.4,5,7,9,10 and 14.&lt;br /&gt;3. Research on the ff. phrases (short bond)&lt;br /&gt;A. Infinitive Phrase&lt;br /&gt;B. Participial Phrase&lt;br /&gt;C. Verb Phrase&lt;br /&gt;D. Prepositional Phrase&lt;br /&gt;4. Read the Iliad and Odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH&lt;br /&gt;page 79 of your textbook. Nos. 1-20&lt;br /&gt;p.34-36 Chapter Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE&lt;br /&gt;1. Submission of MT on Aug. 3&lt;br /&gt;2. Read pages 16-33&lt;br /&gt;3. Answer the ff. p.21,22-25,31-33&lt;br /&gt;4. Research one successful Filipino entrepreneur. Write all info about the entrepreneur. (short bond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESEARCH&lt;br /&gt;1. Read materials/books related to your topic&lt;br /&gt;2. Make revisions in your draft. Include my corrections after I have checked the hard copy.(Ms. Reyes)&lt;br /&gt;3. Do advanced reading on the ff. topics&lt;br /&gt;A. Review of Related Literature&lt;br /&gt;B. Research Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;1. Study the ff. topics&lt;br /&gt;A. Declaration of Variables and Data Types. String and Concatenation.&lt;br /&gt;p.1-51 of your textbook or Lessons folder in our yahoo groups&lt;br /&gt;2. Log-in to yahoo groups for important announcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;I -- Kabanata 1-Sa Ibabaw ng Kubyerta&lt;br /&gt;1.Sagutan "concept Webbing" ng tao sa p.1&lt;br /&gt;2. Pag-aralan at Sagutan&lt;br /&gt;A. Pagpapayabong p.8-9&lt;br /&gt;B. Pagtalakay ng Nilalaman 1-5, p.9&lt;br /&gt;3. Ano ang sinisimbolo nhg "Ibabaw ng Kubyerta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II -- Kabanata 2-Sa Ilailalim ng Kubyerta&lt;br /&gt;1. Sagutan ang aklat ng pangarap (p.13)&lt;br /&gt;2. A. Pagpapayabong p.18&lt;br /&gt;B. Pagtalakay ng Nilalaman p.19&lt;br /&gt;3. Ano ang sinisimbolo ng "Ilailalim ng kubyerta"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III -- Kabanata 3-Ang Alamat&lt;br /&gt;1. p.28 Pagpapayabong&lt;br /&gt;p. 28-29 nos. 1-6 Pagtalakay ng Nilalaman&lt;br /&gt;2. Sa pamamagitan ng story mapping, ilahad ang kasaysayan ng bawat alamat. Iguhit ang bawat larawan sa short bond.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tukuyin ang sinisimbolo nitong lugar sa kasalukuyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV -- Kabanata 4-Si Kabesang Tales&lt;br /&gt;1. p.38 Pagpapayabong&lt;br /&gt;p. 38-39 nos. 1-6 Pagtalakay&lt;br /&gt;2. Sino ang sinisimbolo ni Kabesang Tales sa ating panahon?&lt;br /&gt;3. Saliksikin : Mga batas at karapatan na maiiugnay sa pangyayaring naganap sa buhay ni Kabesang Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V, Ang Noche Buena ng Isang Kutsero&lt;br /&gt;1. P.47 Pagpapayabong&lt;br /&gt;p. 47 nos. 1-5 Pagtalakay&lt;br /&gt;2. Ano ang tinutukoy ng "Lagay System". Ano ang maaaring igulot nito sa atin?&lt;br /&gt;3. Paano ipinakita ang katiwalaan at pang-aabuso sa karapatan ng iba at kapangyarihan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;I. Laboratory Activity&lt;br /&gt;Answer activities no. 5,7,8 and 0.&lt;br /&gt;II.Notebook&lt;br /&gt;1. Define free-fall&lt;br /&gt;2. give the equations involved in Free-Fall&lt;br /&gt;3. discuss briefly the ff. cases&lt;br /&gt;a. dropping&lt;br /&gt;b. throwing down&lt;br /&gt;c. throwing up&lt;br /&gt;4. Differentiate the Aristotlean theory from Galileon theory w/ regard to Free Fall.&lt;br /&gt;III. Major Assignment #2 (short bond)&lt;br /&gt;How wil the knowledge of kinematics help you in supporting defensive driving? Support you answer/statement by providing some illustrations showing some ways in defensize driving.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: ilustrations maybe some pick from the magazines, downloaded from tyt internet ec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 10&lt;br /&gt;1. Identify the Diff. Theories of Population.&lt;br /&gt;2. Identify the contrasting views of the government and the church on the issue of pupulation control.&lt;br /&gt;3.What different programs do you think can solve our increasing population?&lt;br /&gt;4. Read the article entitled, "Aging People Need Attention" on p. 68-69 and answer the questions to be found on p.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 11&lt;br /&gt;1. What is labor force?&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe the status of labor force in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the formula for the computation of the Labor force Participation Rate? Unemployment Rate? Underemployment rate?&lt;br /&gt;4. Read the article, "Wanted Jobs for Filipino Workers" and answer the questions to be found on p.77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 12&lt;br /&gt;1. What are the factors leading to workers productivity? Explain each.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read "OFWs - Still the Modern Dar Heroes" and answer the questions on p.84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 13&lt;br /&gt;1. Define Physical Resources&lt;br /&gt;2. Read "Welcome to the Robotic World" Answer the questions to be found on p.89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 14&lt;br /&gt;1. Define Needs and Wants&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the factors that change our needs?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the Hierarchy of human need according to Maslow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 15&lt;br /&gt;1. Define Progress and development&lt;br /&gt;2. Read, "Are Filipinos becoming Poorer?" Answer p.101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 16&lt;br /&gt;1. Define Scarcity&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the difference of Scarcity to shortage?&lt;br /&gt;3. Make your own chart showing the conflict in the economy (short type writing paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 17&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the relationship of consumptions and production?&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the different types of sonsumption?&lt;br /&gt;3. What are the factors that influence the consumption pattern of Filipinos?&lt;br /&gt;4. Enumerate the Laws of Consumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 18&lt;br /&gt;1. What are the different classification of Standard of living of the Filipinos?&lt;br /&gt;2. Enumerate the Filipino Values and Culture that influence the behavior of the Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 19&lt;br /&gt;1. What are the characterictics of the consumer?&lt;br /&gt;2. Enumerate the different rights of the consumer.&lt;br /&gt;3. What are the laws that protect the consumer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 20&lt;br /&gt;1. Define allocation and economic system.&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the Early economic Systems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 21&lt;br /&gt;1. Define the diff. Early economic systems&lt;br /&gt;A. Capitalism&lt;br /&gt;B. communism&lt;br /&gt;C. Socialism&lt;br /&gt;D. Fascism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH&lt;br /&gt;P.E and Music&lt;br /&gt;1. Comupte for your body Mass index and find out the indication about the result of your test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula BMI=Weight(kg)/Height(square meter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result Categories:&lt;br /&gt;Underweight=18.5 below&lt;br /&gt;Normal weight = 18.5-24.9&lt;br /&gt;Overweight=25-29.9&lt;br /&gt;Obese=30 above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make your own individual aerobic routines to be performed on August 3, 2009 using any contemporary music.&lt;br /&gt;-warm up(3mins)&lt;br /&gt;-Main Exercise(5mins)&lt;br /&gt;-Cool down(3mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;1. please transfer all your score in your index card&lt;br /&gt;2. Aerobic routines will be you're another practical monthly test in MAPEH.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your choice of music in you practice is just a guide for your aerobic routine so that any music will be played on aug.3 is still being suited on your exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health and Arts&lt;br /&gt;1. Make an anti-drug abuse campaign poster on a 1 short bond paper&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;1. Follow the template and put a title to you poster&lt;br /&gt;2. Caricature, collage and other medium of arts will be considered&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the message of your work in another sheet of bond paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang. HAHA. LANG DAW.. Wala ngang pasok, tambak naman ng gawain! Mas gusto ko pa tuloy pumasok. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may kaso na ng Influenza A(H1N1) sa school kaya suspended classes namin. Sa August 3 na siya magreresume. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, kung nakatulong man tong tinype ko(tinype ko tong lahat noh!) Comment kayo para alam ko na may natulungan ako. xD&lt;br /&gt;Pag irerepost niyo, sabihin niyo rin ah. :)&lt;br /&gt;THANKS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck sa atin fourth year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REENA♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-926907056667397801?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/926907056667397801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/homeworks-d-dahil-to-sa-ah1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/926907056667397801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/926907056667397801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/homeworks-d-dahil-to-sa-ah1n1.html' title='HOMEWORKS. :D dahil to sa A(H1N1)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6399238538718353155</id><published>2009-07-19T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:20:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random (P6, HP6, MJ's Death)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Magddrama muna ako. WALA AKONG ALAM SA PHYSICS. KAMUSTA NAMAAAAN? Good luck na lang sa exam ko bukas dibaaaa? Sino pwedeng magturo sa akin? Libre ko kayo. :P Bakit naman kasi nauso pa Physics ee! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, dumako naman tayo sa Harry Potter. HAHA. Anlalim nun ah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/harry-potter-6-teaser-poster3.jpg" width="220" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say na DISAPPOINTED AKO. I admit, best yung cinematography niya pero yung details sa movie? Parang di nagbasa ng libro yung gumawa eh. HAHA. Kulang na nga yung details, mali-mali pa. Pero over-all, nakakaaliw naman siya kasi nagawa nila yung effects na hinahanap ko while reading the book. :D Sana naman gandahan na nila yung 7 kasi kung hindi, well, let's just say na may magiging murderer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ocaoimh.ie/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/2009-06-26_img_5143.jpg" width="220" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAY. Michael Jackson, haha. Medyo nalungkot ako sa news na to. Namatay na kasi yung King of Pop eh. xD Gaaaa, I sound like a fan girl here. xD To clarify things, hindi ako fan girl. May nakita lang kasi akong picture sa Philippine Star kanina ng tombstone ni MJ. Yun nga lang, hindi ko makita sa net yung pic so yan na lang pinakita ko. xD Eto yung laman nung tombstone niya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;King of Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Singer, Composer,Producer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;13 #1 Singles, 13 Grammys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;197 Awards and 30 top 40 Singles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;GONE TOO SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So Kamusta naman, nagdrama pa ko dun. xD Naamaze ako eh, ganun na pala kadami yung awards nun? HAHA. Edi siya na! JOKE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anywaaaay, ba't ba ko nagbblog e dapat nag-aaral ako? HAHA. Tulog kasi ang katauhan sa bahay kaya eto, tumatakas. xD Hanggang dito na lang muna, baka mahuli ako eh. HAHA. TTFN. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&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/526201518088104949-6399238538718353155?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6399238538718353155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-p6-hp6-mjs-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6399238538718353155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6399238538718353155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-p6-hp6-mjs-death.html' title='Random (P6, HP6, MJ&apos;s Death)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1680653452746365608</id><published>2009-06-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:39:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCAT Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gusto ko lang sabihin na sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUGUST 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;na ang UPCAT ko. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12:30 pm sa UP Diliman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas madali daw kasi ang biyahe kesa sa UP Los Baños. :P Good luck na lang. :D &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/526201518088104949-1680653452746365608?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1680653452746365608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1680653452746365608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1680653452746365608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcat-schedule.html' title='UPCAT Schedule'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7721022263420180121</id><published>2009-06-23T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:09:36.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic. :)'/><title type='text'>Miss ko na siya. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Subalit maingay ang kapaligiran,hindi pa rin nawawala ang boses niya sa aking isipan. SHIT! haha. Mga natututunan sa filipino eh. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala, paano ko naman gagawin yung assignment sa filipino? Alangan naman tanungin ko kay daddy kung ano yung TINAHAK niya, makamit lang ang pagmamahal ng babaeng pinakamamahal niya. HAHA. Grabeeee, ang lalim. xD AMP. Gagawa na nga lang ako ng storya. Kesa naman mapahiya pa ko. O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takte, gagawin ko pa pala yung sa CVE namin. Kamusta naman, hindi man lang tumulong YUNG IBA DIYAN. haha. Nagparinig baaaa? xD Sino natamaan? haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, alam niyo ba, ngayon ko lang nalaman, MAHILIG MAGBIGAY NG QUIZ ANG MGA TEACHER KAPAG TUESDAY NOH? Pansin niyo? tuwing tuesday laging tambak ang quiz? Meron kami sa TLE, Research, Physics, at Trigonometry. Grabe, parang walang sawang pangongopya na naman eh. Ay, strike that, PAG-AARAL pala. Haha. ASA! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID picture taking namin ngayon. Grabe, nakakatanga naman yun. Sa harapan ka ng buong klase na magssmile. Haha. Nagpapatawa pa naman yung iba kong kaklase kaya ayun maraming hindi maiwasan na tumawa sa pic. LALO na SI ARVEE. Good luck naman nicole! xD Sana naman maayos picture ko dun. Pang alumni ID na yun. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala si Ms.Lori Gene Umadhay. Ewan ko ba. Kung kelan naman P.E time nawala siya. What happened? AAWW. Wala pa rin kaming teacher sa English. Ay good luck naman sa unit test namin! Haha. Si Ms. Cruzada rin MIA. Nasaan na ba ang mga teacher namin? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming absent ngayon. :P Kumakalat na ang lagnat sa buong school. Haha. Baka naman may nagkaA(H1N1) na ah. Wag naman sana. Haha. :P Nakakainis, absent din SIYA ngayon. Nakakabadtrip tuloy. :( Di ko siya nakita ng buong araw. Sa mga nakakaalam kung sino to. SSHH na lang. :)) Sa hindi, hulaan niyo! Haha. Madali na lang kasi nasa mga absent lang siya. :)) Makatama libre ko. (hindi kasali ang may alam na. :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang muna. Nga pala, AMBROSE, magdadala ako ng isang buong roll ng cake bukas. Kain kayo ah? Makabasa nito, magdala kayo ng tinidor. Haha. Kung sa ibang section, dala na rin kayo. Pero bilisan niyo, baka maubos eh. :P Hindi ito biro, magdadala talaga ako. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ANG DI MAGCOMMENT MASASAPAK KO. Comment kayo. Pag nakita kong nagbasa kayo tapos di nagcomment, hahauntingin ko kayo. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVELOTS♥&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-7721022263420180121?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7721022263420180121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-ko-na-siya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7721022263420180121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7721022263420180121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-ko-na-siya.html' title='Miss ko na siya. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7583220462156122609</id><published>2009-06-19T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:29:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm posting this blog for the sake of updating blogger. :)) Anyway, I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything yesterday! Well, my computer was, let's call it ON HIATUS. Haha. I'll explain that CRAP later. :)) I'm gonna tell you a whooooollllllle LOT so get ready. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUNE 17, WEDNESDAY NIGHT - JUNE 18, THURSDAY NIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In-off ko na yung PC kasi papatulugin ko na si Anton, yung kapatid ko. Yung nakatulog na siya, nagbabasa pa ako nung libro. Syepre, si Marcus Flutie, di ko matigil eh! HAHA. Umabot na ng 1 am nung matapos ko basahin yung libro. Nung matutulog na ako, may naramdam ako na basa sa may damit ko. Nung tinignan ko kung ano yun, SHIIIIIT! Naihian na pala ako ng kapatid ko! Ginising ko siya tapos ayun, nilinis ko yung mess. Syempre, pinunasan ko na rin si Anton tapos naligo ako. Haha. Ayun, sa tabi na nila mama natulog si Anton tapos ako naman, naiwan sa mapanghing kama. Hindi ko nga alam kung paano ako hihiga dun eh. Nag-end up, umupo ako sa floor tapos nagmuni-muni. Sinaksak ko yun 'A Very Special Love'. Nanood ako tapos nung natapos ko na, napagpasyahan ko na matulog na ako kasi may pasok pa mamaya. Nakaupo pa rin ako pero pinikit ko na yung mata ko. AND GUESS WHAT KUNG ANONG SUNOD NA NANGYARI?! Takte, narinig ko na yung footsteps ng nanay ko. Gigisingin na ako! Pagtingin ko sa orasan, 5 am na pala! Nagkunwari ako na kakagising ko lang tapos sabay na kaming bumaba ni Mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sa kotse pa lang, bagsak na ang eyelids ko. Haha. Di ko nakaya ang antok! Haha. Pagdating sa school, ayun medyo badtrip ako and I kinda looked like CRAP. Haha. Tapos eto pang si Anton, nagdrama ng 'GUSTO KO NANG UMUWI!'. Eh ako naman tong si so-called-ate, sinamahan muna siya hanggang tumigil siya sa pagddrama niya. Pagdating sa classroom, badtrip na badtrip na talaga ako. May diagnostic test pa kami sa first 2 subjects namin kaya ewan ko na lang kung anong score nung mga yun. Haha. Pagkatapos ng bawat exam, natutulog ako. Nagpapagising na lang ako kay JP kung time na. Haha. Eh yun lang naman kasi yung tulog ko eh! Ayun, nagtuluy- tuloy ang araw na ganun. Haha. Nakikipaglaban ako sa antok. Akala nga ng iba may sakit ako eh! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ayun, yung nagdismissal na, sinamahan ko si Carla sa try-out ng volleyball. Dahil nga bangag ako, pinanood ko lang siya, di ko siya sinamahan maglaro. Haha. Oo na, masama na kong kaibigan. Haha. Tapos pagkatapos nun, umuwi na rin ako. At ang inuwian ko naman, etong sira na computer na to! Napagpasyahan namin ni Mama na bukas na lang namin dadalhin sa computer service center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUNE 19, FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At last! Nakabawi ako ng tulog! Buti na lang talaga at walang pasok ngayon. Haha. Kung hindi, lagot ako! Ayun, kumain ako tapos pumunta kami ni Mama sa ATC para ipaayos yung CPU. Nagpapicture na rin ako para sa iba pang forms ng college. Binalikan namin kung ano yung status nung CPU at ang sinabi lang sa amin nung nagaayos ay wala naman siyang problema! Napakagaling diba? Ayun, pinaupgrade na lang ni Mama yung RAM nung CPU tapos bumili na kami ng regalo para kay daddy. :) BAG TAG yung binili ko since palagi nalang umaalis si Daddy. Pumunta kami nung Marks &amp;amp; Spencer para bumili nung regalo ni Mama para kay Daddy. Nung magbabayad na, narealize ni Mama na nawawala yung Mastercard niya. Hinanap pa namin sa bag niya tapos wala pa rin. Buong time na papunta kami sa parking, inaalala namin kung kelan niya last ginamit yun. Yung naalala na namin na sa SM yung huling gamit, pinuntahan namin sa SM Munti. Ayun nga, nandun pala! Haha. Si Mama naman eh, parang tanga.. Nung Monday pa naiwan sa SM ngayon lang nalaman! Haha. Credit Card kaya yun! :D Pagkauwi namin, chineck ko yung PC - anak ng, GUMANA! Kailangan pa dalhin sa service thing na wala namang ginawa tapos gagana? Tangnan yan. Ayun, yun na lang muna. Magddownload pa ako ng forms for college eh. :) TTFN . :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOVELOTS♥14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-7583220462156122609?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7583220462156122609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7583220462156122609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/7583220462156122609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5884090548581625079</id><published>2009-06-17T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:57:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip ko lang mag-blog. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ano to? Daily blog? :D Sorry naman. Trip ko lang eh. Haha. Anyway, Diagnostic Test namin kanina. Haha. Nakakabobo yung Research, Physics at TLE. Yung sa Reseach, ano namang alam ko sa Statistical ekk ekk. haha. Yung sa Physics naman, GOOD LUCK, yung may numbers na, nagclose na lang ako ng eyes tapos tumuro sa isang letter. HAHA. Yung sa TLE. Okaaaay, mag-aacounting ako pero wala akong alam dun sa Equity at mga Liabilities. HAHA. Nakakabobo talaga. Yung sa English naman, okay naman kasi naka-58 over 80 ako! xD Di ko lang alam yung sa literature. Aba malay ko dun sa mga Ramayana na yun! Haha. :D May tests pa kami bukas pero madali lang namang hulaan. Sabi nga ni Ms. Bernadette Reyes, 'If you don't know the answer, take a wild guess.' Wild guesses na lang ang ginagawa ko. HAHA. Wala na ngang nag-aattempt na kumopya kasi sinasabi rin na ineexpect naman na mababa yung grades sa exam na yun eh. Haha. Edi okay. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughtrip kanina sa classroom eh! Bawat pag-upo ng teacher, lahat kami sasandal sa armrest. xD Parang lahat kami nagpunta sa kung anumang party kagabi. Inaantok kaming lahat! xD Tapos kaninang S.S, sabi ni Ms. Cruzada, 'para naman tayong nasa comedy bar nito.' eh pano ba naman kasi, tawanan kami ng tawanan. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, absent pala si Ms.Barcelo ngayon. Balita namin nagsspotting siya. (yun ata yung nagkakamenstruation ng buntis, eh normally, dapat wala.) Nag-aalala nga kami eh. Unang baby kasi after 5 years ng paghihintay. Diba? Teka, matanong ko nga, ilang taon na ba si Ms. Barcelo? haha. Sorry, di ko alam eh! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, yun lang muna. Okay na to basta nakapagblog. Haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Takte, nauutal na naman ako kapag kaharap si TOOT. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelots♥&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/526201518088104949-5884090548581625079?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5884090548581625079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-ko-lang-mag-blog-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5884090548581625079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5884090548581625079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-ko-lang-mag-blog-d.html' title='Trip ko lang mag-blog. :D'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-8197312346404286253</id><published>2009-06-16T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:56:22.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harap harapan na bastusan kanina eh! haha. :) Nagtuturo yung mga teacher tapos kami tawanan lang sa likod. xD Laughtrip kanina kayla arvee at syd. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nga pala, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY CECILLE FERMIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daaaang, nakalimutan ko na naman. Boboooooo. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ayuuuuun, diagnostic test namin bukas. Ang mag-aral tanga! haha. :P Pre-test nga eh, ba't ka mag-aaral? :P Pababaan na lang bukas oh! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gusto ko lang po ipagkalat na si Reginal Vaughn Galeon ay napahiya kanina. :P Bobo kasi, alam naman na tumutupi yung armrest sa upuan tapos sinandalan kaya ayun malapit na tumumba. At dahil ako lang ang ONLY eyewitness, gusto kong ishare sa inyo! haha. :P Pasaway ako eh. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yun lang muna. Gusto ko lang kasi magupdate ng multiply. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lovelots. ♥&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-8197312346404286253?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8197312346404286253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/harap-harapan-na-bastusan-kanina-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8197312346404286253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/8197312346404286253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/harap-harapan-na-bastusan-kanina-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4181597494613643532</id><published>2009-06-15T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:32:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Technically, BELATED na to pero since ngayon lang ako nakapagPC simula nung Birthday ni Steffie, I consider this a present birthday message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STEFANIE ANGELICA BELENO GABRIEL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for everything. :) Weird noh? Di pa tayo nag-aaway, EVER! Three years na rin na friendship to! :) IMY na. Sana magtagal tong friendship na to. Para sa akin, you'll always be my BESTEST,MOST LOVABLE,CUTEST,MOST HUGGABLE,MOST BESTEST(hala, double na yun ah. La ko pake. xD) FRIEND OF ALL. I hope you never forget that. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOVE YOU BHESZ. Always have. Always will. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/526201518088104949-4181597494613643532?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4181597494613643532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-my-bestest-friend-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4181597494613643532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4181597494613643532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-my-bestest-friend-in.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1369423567471375989</id><published>2009-06-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:10:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Mondaaaaaaay. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The day started very well despite the fact that I slept at 1 am. Effin' research report. xD I wouldv'e done it on the weekend but HELLO?? I was in Subic enjoying my independence day Holiday! :D (By the way, if you're planning to stay at GRANDE ISLAND in Subic, you better forget about it! It was dirty and you have to endure the heat of the ferry boat to the island itself. Hala, nanira ba? xD) Anyway, the day was pretty hectic. SHIIIIIIIITTTT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maganda naman araw ko. :) Ewan ko kung bakit. HAHA. And to the people who have hunches, this has nothing to do with what happened kaninang break time natin! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, my sister is gone. She went to Katipunan and is staying there up until Friday, so that means.. I have the room all to myself! HAHA. Negative side naman, wala akong kakwentuhan pag-uwi. Haha. HOY ATE, balita ko nagTRINOMA ka na kaagad ah! Asan na Ipanema ko? xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dismissal time, nagpasa ako nung form sa Registrar. Langyaaaa, ang dami pa palang sinusulat dun? Ang tagal ko dun sa office. Parang tumulo na lahat ng pawis ko kakahintay. xD Buti na lang may dala akong 2x2 kundi, I'm dead meat. x.x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, nakausap ko si He-who-must-not-be-named kanina. (ginawang Harry Potter? xD Eh sa ayokong sabihin yung pangalan eh!) Wala, hi-hello. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ayun na lang muna. Iniintay ko pa mag-OL si sister dear na binabaan naman ako sa telepono kanina. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LONELY.AKO AY LONELY. SA KWARTO KONG. NAPAKALIIT! AAAAYYAAAAYY! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nyeee, corny. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REENA♥&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-1369423567471375989?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1369423567471375989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-mondaaaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1369423567471375989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1369423567471375989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-mondaaaaaaay.html' title='Hectic Mondaaaaaaay. :('/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-3822899889327961596</id><published>2009-06-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:26:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss ko na Clare. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What do I miss about Clare? I miss our bonding, our laughtrips, our projects, our closeness, our friendship and most of all, our loooovvvve. This is a long blog since I'm gonna enumerate WHO I really miss  in our section last year. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carla Mae Miranda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We still see each other but not so much, unlike last year. We don't get to eat together anymore and I can't tell her stories or gossips I heard right away. I miss the time that we eat fried noodles and wait for my sister. Maybe that won't happen anymore due to the fact that my sister doesn't study at CSA anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma. Chynna Lyn Abaigar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course I miss this crazy dancer! haha. :D She's the person we hang out with and tell stories to. Her lovelife is overflowing and Carla and me are the witnesses. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justice Earl Ochoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss this crazy dude. He's  the guy you can rely on to cheer you up and you can definitely forget your troubles. When he has troubles of his own, he won't hide it.. he'll tell you and that makes you feel trusted and reliable. :D I hope his lovelife turns out well coz' I know he's serious about ONE GIRL. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Benedic Ilumin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss his jokes! I miss the times we go to the studio and we laugh at the poses of this guy. Haha. I consider him my closest guy friend because I can lie down on his lap without hesitation. Of course, we're just friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abigail Santos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss this girl! Our closeness started because of our confirmation. I learned about her lovelife and hell, I even helped her out with the one I love. Call me a martyr but I say friends are more important that lovers. I don't hate her coz' of what happened. We even grew closer because of that incident. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alexis Mance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss this drummer dude.  And I definitely miss hugging him. I miss pinching his lovehandles! :D He's  so chubby that you would really love to hug him! He makes you laugh and he can be a gentleman when he wants to. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Catungal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I-pod dude! Haha. Maybe he's emotional when it comes to his lovelife but hey! he's a really great friend. Like Alexis, he can be a gentleman when he wants to and he's really good at keeping secrets. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ramoncito Samson Lauro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. I miss this guy coz' he's the guy I share stories with. He confides in me and I remain as his trusted friend. Everybody knows I love him but hey! that doesn't mean that we can't be friends. He tells me about his girls and maybe I get crushed, but at least he's happy right? I just hate it when my stomach does this thing when I see him. I want it to stop so I won't shake when I'm with him. I miss him like crazy. Every bit of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Those are the people that I miss most. :D I don't miss Mark coz' he's still my classmate so don't go looking for him at this list! If you know these people, please keep quiet. :) Some details are very confidential. ULOL! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give you LOOOVVVVE! :) &lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-3822899889327961596?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3822899889327961596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-ko-na-clare-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3822899889327961596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/3822899889327961596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-ko-na-clare-p.html' title='Miss ko na Clare. :P'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-4857533809595447756</id><published>2009-06-10T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:44:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMBROSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asaaaa. haha. :D Tagal ko na palang, hindi nagbloblog dito. haha. :D Sorry po. anyway, June 10 na. 3rd day of school. Masaya naman sa Ambrose eh. May kanya-kanyang kaming kasiyahan. Madaming nagpaatawa at ang mga teacher.. KALOG! haha. :D Lalo na si Ms. Cruzada. Mapapakinig ka kasi nagpapatawa siya eh. :D Tahimik nga lang kami. Ambrose! Loosen up. Mag-ingay na tayo! pakita natin sa mga teacher na terror tayo. haha. Nambobola kasi sila eh. Tayo daw mabait na batch? Hala! Kailan pa nangyari yun? xD &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/526201518088104949-4857533809595447756?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4857533809595447756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/ambrose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4857533809595447756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/4857533809595447756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/ambrose.html' title='AMBROSE!'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5377559515820034471</id><published>2009-05-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:31:17.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day! Blabbering about my weekend. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, I want to greet the moms out there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. &lt;/span&gt;Treat your mothers out today ayt? xD I bought a gift for my mom yesterday. It was a bag of Secosana which cost 690 pesos. Good thing it was on sale and it was in good condition. :D And luckily, my mom liked it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to Tagaytay to have breakfast with my dad's former staff, who for the past few years, were working in Bermuda. They were Tita Barbie and Tito Lloyd. They just got married last May 6 and they wanted to meet up with my dad before they catch a flight back to Bermuda. I found out that Tita Barbie is an alumna of CSA Biñan. Since birth daw siya dun. xD She kept asking me about teachers and I found out that she had Sir Manzalay, Ms. Siasat, Ms.Barabicho and Ms. Castillo for teachers. Until now, these teachers are still present at school so HOORAY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after eating with them, we went to Festival Mall. I bought a gift for mom with the help of my little brother. After buying a gift, we went to the cinemas to watch Star Trek. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/startrek-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if I like to put the plot here, I can't. Coz' I can't  find a single plot that doesn't reveal what happens at the end. But I tell you this, you will like the movie if you're interested in Sci-Fi Movies, like me. Well if not, you better not watch it coz' you're gonna get bored. xD You could just gaze at the hotness of Chris Pine! xD And I suggest that you bring food when you watch. The running time of the movie is more than 2 hours! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the plot even if it's a spoiler, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek_%28film%29#Plot"&gt;THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, ituloy ang kwento. After the movie, we went to Rockport. My dad bought shoes worth ****. It's expensive for me ha. xD My brother was crying coz' he couldn't find us. Unfortunately, he didn't see us enter Rockport and he was left on the hallway. He cried and that's when we  found him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaa, we have a whole day of review classes tomorrow. Kasi, we didn't have classes on friday due to BAGYONG EMONG. *emo ata yung bagyo. xD* Ayun, whole day of boredom. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, I'm supposed to be updating my story but here I am typing away at blogger. I couldn't think of a single thing to type there at my story. Tinatamad ako. xD Bukas na lang, when I don't feel so sleepy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is way too long. I better stop typing now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   I'm hungry! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:ravie;" &gt;Reena♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-5377559515820034471?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5377559515820034471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-blabbering-about-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5377559515820034471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5377559515820034471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-blabbering-about-my.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day! Blabbering about my weekend. xD'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-1416295428763630297</id><published>2009-05-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:17:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review classes, AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;hate this day. First of all, it's the day of my review classes. Second, I have go there by Public Transport. Ugh. I really hate doing that first thing in the morning! Anyway, I left at 7am and I arrived there at 7:40. I chatted with Stefanie and friends while I waited for Carla. At 8:30, classes started. I was with Carla and Jerene. Our first teacher was Sir Gelo, a fresh graduate of European Studies at Ateneo de Manila University. He discussed and at that time I wasn't sleepy yet. When Math came, UGGGGHHH! He just kept on writing on the board! we didn't even understand his explanations. I was feeling really sleepy but I continued copying the things written at the whiteboard. Good thing he let us out early! At 11:30, I rode a tricycle to Pacita Complex and rode a jeep to the boundary. This is a funny story. xD A lady sat down on the seat next to me, she was smoking. Since I was feeling really sleepy and since I almost having my period, I told her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Excuse me, namamaho na dito, pwede ba itigil mo na yang paninigarilyo mo?" &lt;/span&gt;I was shocked on what I said but I didn't regret it. By the next stop, she walked out of the jeep. HAHA. Fresh air again. xD And when I rode another jeep, this time to camella wodhills, I sat next to my former batchmate. GAAAH. He's grown uglier over the years! HAHA. No offense dude, but your hair sucks. You look like an egg. HAHA. I'll stop na, I'm being such a beeeaaatch. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REENAtot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-1416295428763630297?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1416295428763630297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/review-classes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1416295428763630297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/1416295428763630297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/review-classes-again.html' title='Review classes, AGAIN'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5852389229509609535</id><published>2009-05-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:49:27.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review classes'/><title type='text'>First day of Review Classes and others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ayun, so tapos na yung first day of review classes.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, it was a blaaaaasssst! 2 minutes before 8, I arrived at Academia.&lt;br /&gt;I knooooow. I was almost laaaate! xD But classes started 5 after 9!&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, late yung mga magtuturo, tapos nung dumating ang bilis magturo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Most especially nung math! Kopya na lang kami eee! xD&lt;br /&gt;Sulat siya ng solution, kinopya lang namin kahit di namin maintindihan. xD&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, yung sa science, okay naman. binigay na lang niya yung sagot.&lt;br /&gt;Tamad na ata ituro kung paano o nagmamadali lang siguro . xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Paula and Paulo there. Dati kong kaklase sa SMIS yun.&lt;br /&gt;I was with Jerene and Carla. Before the classes started, we were gossiping about so many things. xD&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I enjoyed the first day. It was like time just flew by. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home, my mom and I played badminton.&lt;br /&gt;And due to the high jumping, ground diving experience, my whole body is aching right now. xD&lt;br /&gt;SALON PAS ANYONE? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, bukas punta kami sa dentist. papalinis ako ng ngipin.&lt;br /&gt;Madumi na eh. xD Tapos sa 6 review uliiiit. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot, I want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BENEDIC ILUMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;partner ko sa prom taaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;have a nice evening guys,. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-5852389229509609535?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5852389229509609535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-review-classes-and-others.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5852389229509609535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5852389229509609535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-review-classes-and-others.html' title='First day of Review Classes and others'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-922980344143369094</id><published>2009-05-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:35:38.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want this night to end. xc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's 8:44 and in a few hours, it'll be May 4. It's officially the birthday of Benedic Ilumin, and the first day of my review classes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be dreading this but c'mon! It's summer and I'll be taking classes! UGH. That's a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, it's supposed to help me ayt? Hmm, Well, I'm reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone today.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to finish everything, from book 1 - 6, by the end of May. I just wanted to read it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my 3rd time on reading this book. It's nothing compared to the Twilight Series, I read that 5 times, i think. xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a story to tell you. we were driving home from Las Pinas, where we celebrated my cousin's birthday, when my dad ran over a dog.&lt;br /&gt;It's not entirely my dad's fault, first, he didn't see it and second, he was driving at a very slow level.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that the dog died. My dad brought it to an Animal Clinic but it died there.&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, told you a story. I think this is enough.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, just right now, I finished HP1. xD&lt;br /&gt;I started yesterday kasi eee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVELOOOOTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-922980344143369094?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/922980344143369094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-this-night-to-end-xc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/922980344143369094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/922980344143369094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-this-night-to-end-xc.html' title='i don&apos;t want this night to end. xc'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-952563182639085995</id><published>2009-04-30T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:52:22.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men Origins  -  Wolverine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dietrichthrall.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/x-men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster2.jpg" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/wolverinefirst.jpg" width="200" height="250" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Surprisingly, kahit action and medyo morbid siya, I liked it. :) Panuorin niyo. Maybe it'll surprise you toooo. You'll be able to answer all the WHYs on the life of wolverine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥REENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526201518088104949-952563182639085995?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/952563182639085995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-men-origins-wolverine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/952563182639085995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/952563182639085995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-men-origins-wolverine.html' title='X-Men Origins  -  Wolverine'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-6658050619670296403</id><published>2009-04-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:26:42.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layouuuut Fixed. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I owe a lot to my sister and Jam for helping me on fixing this layout. HAHA. I sooooo damn clueless when it comes to codes. :D Well, I am absolutely in loooooovvvve with blogspot right now. It's like I have my own website. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say sooo tata. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ REENA&lt;br /&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/526201518088104949-6658050619670296403?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6658050619670296403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/layouuuut-fixed-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6658050619670296403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/6658050619670296403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/layouuuut-fixed-d.html' title='Layouuuut Fixed. :D'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-5627417044308423955</id><published>2009-04-28T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:23:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:88%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn. I'm definitely clueless with these codes thing. I can handle Friendster but not this. My sister laughed at me coz' I didn't know a thing on downloading layouts here on blogspot. xD Well, I'm not a techno geek, so sue me! xD I don't know what else to say so I'm just gonna explain my URL. :) REDBEDROOMDIARIES. Truth is, it wasn't me who came up with this name, it was my sister. It's inspired by the records of Peyton Sawyer on One Tree Hill. RED BEDROOM RECORDS right? Well, I think that was what my sister was thinking when she came up with my URL. :) It's appropriate since I'm absolutely IN LOVE with One Tree Hill. I watch it over and over again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. That's all for todaaaaay. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;♥ REENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/526201518088104949-5627417044308423955?l=redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5627417044308423955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5627417044308423955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526201518088104949/posts/default/5627417044308423955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redbedroomdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post.html' title='First Post. :)'/><author><name>reena♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLDS-vjzv50/S1lmu4Wm16I/AAAAAAAAADA/P0nuiHIJnYw/S220/100_8562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
