<?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-25590876</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:38:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhapsody</title><subtitle type='html'>The title says it all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-116426964131647703</id><published>2006-11-23T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:14:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>teeheehee! ^.^ Because Christmas is around the corner, I thought I'd post my christmas wishlist so that y'all can pick which present you'd give me for christmas! Hahahahaha! xD Wag nang mahiya, you know you want to give me a gift for being the nice person that I am. Hahahahahah! Joke lang. :p Ah well, I just felt like posting it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Christmas Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new laptop&lt;br /&gt;100gb external drive&lt;br /&gt;new mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;canon mini-digital camera&lt;br /&gt;new microphone for my laptop&lt;br /&gt;headset for my laptop&lt;br /&gt;new bag&lt;br /&gt;new flipflops&lt;br /&gt;new rubbershoes&lt;br /&gt;pink jacket&lt;br /&gt;pink scarf&lt;br /&gt;2007 organizer/planner (NOT the ones from National. please. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;cute notebook (esp the ones from Fully Booked)&lt;br /&gt;address book&lt;br /&gt;cute ring (preferrably pink. xD)&lt;br /&gt;pink pendant necklace&lt;br /&gt;pink bracelet&lt;br /&gt;pink anklet&lt;br /&gt;earrings&lt;br /&gt;cute pink hairclips&lt;br /&gt;(okay, from here on forward, let's just assume that I would prefer everything in pink unless I say otherwise, okay? ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;headband&lt;br /&gt;hairband&lt;br /&gt;kikay kit&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized mug&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized spoon&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized fork&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized bowl&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized plate&lt;br /&gt;cute personalized glass&lt;br /&gt;personalized notebook&lt;br /&gt;personalized pen&lt;br /&gt;funky thermos (e.g. the one from seattle's best coffee)&lt;br /&gt;Books by the ff.: Piers Anthony, Terry Goodkind, Meg Cabbot, and Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;pink socks&lt;br /&gt;cute different colored socks&lt;br /&gt;stationaries&lt;br /&gt;shades (na bagay sakin cyempre. xD)&lt;br /&gt;Nail Treats Full Body Treatment (whee! ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;my own phone line&lt;br /&gt;Deutsch pocket dictionary&lt;br /&gt;Deutsch Movies&lt;br /&gt;Deutsch music CD's&lt;br /&gt;*Joshua Bell's Romance of the Violin*&lt;br /&gt;*Kotaro Oshio*&lt;br /&gt;*Yoyo Ma*&lt;br /&gt;*Wicked - Original Broadway Music*&lt;br /&gt;Idiot's Guide to Baking (kung meron man. xD)&lt;br /&gt;Baking for Kids&lt;br /&gt;Baking Kitchen Set&lt;br /&gt;new earphones&lt;br /&gt;Cute and VERY LOUD alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;oriental tea set&lt;br /&gt;homemade paperweight&lt;br /&gt;one of those cute Doggie Calendars&lt;br /&gt;Complete set of Music Sheets for Wicked, Les Miserables, Miss Saigon, Phantom of the Opera, Die Fledermaus, and Madame Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;nail art&lt;br /&gt;white christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want someone to give me daisies. :D different colored daisies. xD&lt;br /&gt;*if not that, peonies or lilies would do. :) Just not roses. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-116426964131647703?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/116426964131647703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=116426964131647703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/116426964131647703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/116426964131647703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='My Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-116054333779268839</id><published>2006-10-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:08:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem break!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I realize my last post here is over a month ago. Hehehe. I've taken a liking to Multiply.com mainly because everything's already there. Blog, photos, music, links, calendar, contacts - it's like one big sharing network, and it's &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; easy to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not a part of Multiply's company and no, I'm not endorsing Multiply. :p I'm just saying that I think it's a great site. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Sem break's here. I can't believe how fast 1st sem is. Before I knew it, it was over. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy though because I met a lot of people who became my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add that to the fact that I now know the basics of Waltz, Tango, Chacha, Boogie, and Swing! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuff going on though. haha. Very weird stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-116054333779268839?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/116054333779268839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=116054333779268839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/116054333779268839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/116054333779268839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/10/sem-break.html' title='Sem break!'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115614916220858335</id><published>2006-08-21T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:32:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 people I just named</title><content type='html'>read each question below, for every question, youmust type in the first name that comes into yourmind. just one. u r not included.&lt;br /&gt;ready? go.&lt;br /&gt;1. u sit near to in class- rejoice&lt;br /&gt;2. has great looking hair- keizhia&lt;br /&gt;3. has a great smile- monmon&lt;br /&gt;4. has a deep voice- kuya mark&lt;br /&gt;5. has a cute laugh- deni&lt;br /&gt;6. has a wild laugh- @_@&lt;br /&gt;7. looks cute with makeup on- eee. I prefer no make-up.&lt;br /&gt;8. is funny- jean&lt;br /&gt;9. is good in drawing- hannah&lt;br /&gt;10. is tall- pashaq&lt;br /&gt;11. has C.A.T. hair- ado&lt;br /&gt;12. has good penmanship- rhea&lt;br /&gt;13. is good in math- anna&lt;br /&gt;14. has pink cheeks- jo (newest lil' cousin!)&lt;br /&gt;15. is good in volleyball- marian&lt;br /&gt;16. is good in badminton- rhenz?&lt;br /&gt;17. loves to play the guitar- jimmel&lt;br /&gt;18. loves his/her cell- jamie!&lt;br /&gt;19. is tall- kuya kimpi&lt;br /&gt;20. is short- rejoice pish tayo! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;21. has cat eyes- theressa?&lt;br /&gt;22. has a cool last name- Sunhee&lt;br /&gt;23. no.22's love interest- No idea. 8-}&lt;br /&gt;24. no. 12's love interest- di ko alam! (share naman! xD)&lt;br /&gt;25. no. 18's love interest- *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;26. no. 11's love interest- uh, ewan ko dun. xD&lt;br /&gt;27. no. 13's love interest- ********? ewan. hehe&lt;br /&gt;28. no. 21's love interest- di ko rin kilala eh. xD&lt;br /&gt;29. love's blue and green- hindi ko alam... @_@&lt;br /&gt;30. who you'd like to give you atestimonial- lahat gusto ko bigyana ku. xD&lt;br /&gt;paste as "30 People I Just Named"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115614916220858335?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115614916220858335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115614916220858335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115614916220858335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115614916220858335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/30-people-i-just-named.html' title='30 people I just named'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115604217852868225</id><published>2006-08-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:49:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane's World</title><content type='html'>Situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tuesday, I'm supposed to pass the final copy of my concept paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the workshop, I was quite happy with the comments I received. I was relieved to find that they liked my topic and thought that I explored it well. So what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to find at least one other &lt;strong&gt;print source&lt;/strong&gt;. Thing is, I can't. I'm guessing the lib won't be open tomorrow since it's a holiday, and I have no print source here which can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just my great fortune to find out that Rj, whom I get to chat with, more or less, everyday, has tons of them. But guess what? He was the one person I didn't ask. -_- Now it's too late. I couldn't ask him to find a line for me or something, I've already been bugging him too much last night. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, Rejoice and I were supposed to watch UAAP; however, we both felt it too tiresome. I'm just worried about our PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of PE, it was quite surprising to find that my current partner for chachacha was a former classmate of my big bro! haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the bigger things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearing the end of Sophie's World by Jostein Gaardner. Expect a review from me when I finish it. :) Just so you know, I don't think my review will say anything bad about the book. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I cannot understand, I suddenly feel as if whatever I had been confused with is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115604217852868225?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115604217852868225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115604217852868225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115604217852868225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115604217852868225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/janes-world.html' title='Jane&apos;s World'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115570526587942697</id><published>2006-08-16T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:14:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my left eye</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I lost my left contact lens. &gt;_&lt; Needless to say, I'll be having a hard time for a while in school. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the fact that I only went to school for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad though. Rejoice and I had yet another one of our girly-girl talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with me and my paranoia and her and her... quest to finally be able to talk to "him" (whoever "him" is hehe :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, instead of going straight home, I went to the hospital. My brother had to be taken there because he was experiencing extreme chest pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me scared. I don't want to experience the same thing, so I thought I should start living a healthy life. No longer would my "healthy life" consist of only laughter, it would also consist of daily excercise and right diet. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take me a while though, I know that. But prevention is better than cure, right? This should be the one risk I shouldn't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. That shouldn't be really hard. I'm not a risky person. I rarely put myself, or any part of me, at risk. So... it should be easy... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@ Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I'm too nice. I let myself be affected (and overly so) by people I shouldn't be worrying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much about in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't help but be sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either this is shallowness or over-sensitivity on my part. -_-; Which is it? gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up for a busy two days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quiz in German10 this thursday&lt;br /&gt;        a. vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;        b. Einheit drei&lt;br /&gt;        c. Einheit vier&lt;br /&gt;        d. Einheit f&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;nf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Peer Review Sheets do friday&lt;br /&gt;        a. Roanne&lt;br /&gt;        b. Chris&lt;br /&gt;        c. Rose&lt;br /&gt;        d. Corinne&lt;br /&gt;3. Project in Kas1 due on friday&lt;br /&gt;        a. Document - Blair and Robertson&lt;br /&gt;        b. Specialized - (none at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;        c. Controversy - Blood Compact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I just hope to be able to finish all these by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115570526587942697?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115570526587942697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115570526587942697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115570526587942697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115570526587942697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-lost-my-left-eye.html' title='I lost my left eye'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115548527590910548</id><published>2006-08-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:07:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masyado yata ako naging judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Ewan. Nalilito na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure though... :) I'll just let it pass and go on as if nothing happened. Perhaps I just took it too seriously, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I let it bother me all weekend! geeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115548527590910548?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115548527590910548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115548527590910548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115548527590910548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115548527590910548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/masyado-yata-ako-naging-judgemental.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115536145207621141</id><published>2006-08-12T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:44:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>Hugs, as I have always said, are one of the things I'm known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love giving and receiving hugs from friends, family, and those people I care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been curious about hugs. I've wondered, what is it about hugs that gives the receiver of the hug comfort? Why do we give hugs during times of great sadness and, equally so, during times of extreme happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging to me, is a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may represent strength being lent to the other. Comfort and assurance being given to the sad. Happiness for a friend who is victorious. Remembrance before parting, so that each may remember of their bond. Hugs are a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have always wondered what it is about hugs that makes it all of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a touchy person, in the sense that I am affectionate and love hugs. Give me a hug and I'll return it quite happily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder, is it because of the touching? Something personal, that it brings comfort to the receiver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning, while I was doing my concept paper on &lt;em&gt;autism&lt;/em&gt;, I read an interview of someone who's suffering from the disorder itself. She mentioned something about &lt;em&gt;autistics&lt;/em&gt; seeking pressure because pressure calms the nerves. She said good ways of putting pressure on these children would be to roll them in a mat and press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that must be it. A scientific explanation, only lacking on exactly &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; it calms the nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hug someone, you put your arms around them and squeeze, therefore applying pressure. But maybe that's not all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I always believed hugging, when shared by people, is a sharing of the personal space. :) Not everyone is willing and ready to share his/her personal space to just about anyone. That's why hugging is special for me. :) I hug people I think are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mga taong hinu-hug ko, special kayo sakin. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to thank Tangkie for her comment on my previous post. I appreciate it a lot. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115536145207621141?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115536145207621141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115536145207621141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115536145207621141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115536145207621141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115528854966160098</id><published>2006-08-11T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:29:09.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership and me</title><content type='html'>I used to be one of the "leaders" during gradeschool. I have no idea how and when it started, but I always got chosen as the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me that I have these leadership qualities, and so I am often surprised when people point to me to be the leader. In fact, I was often worried that I may not be doing the job well. At times, I'd have to say that I manage to do it well, but there are other times when I can't. Back then, I was the kind of person who gets easily discouraged and I suppose that's why come high school, I only exerted the tiniest bit of effort to become one of the "leaders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I was baffled. Every new school year brings new classmates. I still had no idea why, during these times (the start of the school year), a lot of people assume I'm one of the "leaders". I often got appointed as leader, either because none of them wants to, or they think I'm the type. geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't have the skills. &gt;_&lt; Sometimes, I may posses the "bossy" thing that are often present, albeit not in a bad way, in the "leaders", but I don't know... I just don't see myself as the type to lead people. I'm not someone who can comfortably tell people to do this and do that, go here and go there, if you don't do that by this time, you're dead. No, none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also one of the reasons why I don't think I'll make it in diplomacy. I don't have the right charisma (if there ever is such a thing). I just think I'm incredibly lucky to find nice people who I like talking with and spending time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christine: I know I asked you and you told me that I do. Or at least that I'm, in a way, approachable by people... but... I don't know. What if you're the only one who thinks that? -_-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me and rejoice, or is there something different today? It has been.. I dunno, weird. Nothing specific though. I suppose we're just both frustrated with something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to always be helping people out even in the smallest possible way. I guess it was just sort of surprising to have my help be refused by someone else. *shrug* mababaw ako eh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115528854966160098?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115528854966160098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115528854966160098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115528854966160098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115528854966160098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/leadership-and-me.html' title='Leadership and me'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115509326152088477</id><published>2006-08-09T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:14:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kuya told me of his conversation with mom the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had him talk to Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those who doesn't know, Abdul is my mom's friend who's a Muslim and a lawyer. He's a nice person, only a bit overwhelming. @_@ First time me and my siblings met him, he asked us what we thought of the sovereignty of the Philippines. I was 14, ashamed though I am, I was clueless and opionless about things like that. That's why I'm starting to read up on things which I think I should. So I could learn more, and therefore have an opinion about such things. :) yeah. '&lt;em&gt;things'&lt;/em&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdul said everyone should learn even just a little something about world politics because it's essential in one's life. I have to say, I quite agree. In this world we live in, it'd be hard to live (unless you are either fortunate or something else which I don't know) knowing naught about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I always wanted to make a difference. Only... I didn't know how and how to go about it. But now, I believe that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; make a difference, even if not now, someday. It may not be political in nature though... heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is such a great thing even in it's simplicity that it never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps lighten my feelings. Whenever I feel down, I try with the utmost effort to smile, and I find that it somehow alleviates the heavy feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is such an easy thing to do, and such a great gift to give that giving it to someone, even strangers, starts a ripple of great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile from someone puts a smile on my face. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap-sarap magsmile! :p Kasi ang laughter ay nagsisimula sa smile. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya smile tayong lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile a mile wide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=^________________^=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid to fly and I don't know why. :( I'm jealous of the people who are not afraid to fly. It's just that I recall back when I was small. Someone promised that they'd catch me but then they let me fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115509326152088477?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115509326152088477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115509326152088477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115509326152088477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115509326152088477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/kuya-told-me-of-his-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115485684240131170</id><published>2006-08-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:34:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From cold, I now how a cold AND a cough. -_-; One thing I dislike more than colds are coughs. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Anita's death is sad, but at the same time, happy for me. Everytime I saw her (and it wasn't all that often. I see her a maximum of 3 times a year) she seemed so frail and weak that seeing her suffering is more saddening than learning of her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever remember her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Lola Nanay, may you be happy there with God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. Really old. Kuya Aron just had his birthday last friday, and thankfully, nagreet ko naman siya na kahit late, hindi naman ganun ka late. nyahaha! Anyway, wala lang. I just feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if years are passing me by. &gt;_&lt; Why can't I be 16 forever? Gusto ko bumalik sa pagka 14, 15 and 16. Yun kasi yung favorite years ko. Wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows? Baka sa "prime" ko, yun pa yung masabi kong favorite time of my life. Haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, share ko lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama wanted one of us (three) to take up law. Several weeks ago, Mama was talking me into taking up law after Eng studs. I argued with her saying, "I will never ever even consider taking up law Ma. I just don't think it's for me. &gt;_&lt; ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But *surprise surprise* just a couple of weeks later, I found myself thinking of law school and wondering if indeed, it might help me in my career field choice. So much for "never ever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the sadness, I found myself in quite a bright mood this weekend. :) Weee. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret ko na lang kung baket. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga nakaka-alam *ssshhhh* quiet lang! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115485684240131170?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115485684240131170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115485684240131170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115485684240131170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115485684240131170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-cold-i-now-how-cold-and-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115451723697237844</id><published>2006-08-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:13:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Yes, I think it's time I pay tribute to these special people. From my childhood friends to the recent ones, from friends who're overseas and friends who're just around me. They are people whom I have shared a part of me with, they are people whose memories shall be forever tucked in a little corner in my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly listed, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A childhood friend, we've known each other since the 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joby has been one of my favorite phone-pals back then. :p and I don't doubt she'd still be one of my favorite had her family not left for America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joby is a bit of a quiet girl, mahinhin, and industrious. Her family and mine are friends, needles to say, we're as close as sisters. :) Actually, friend namin siya ni Joan. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget her two little brothers, AJ and Joseph? Those two very &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;mapangasar&lt;/em&gt; na kapatid! Haha! ^_^ We have fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it surprises me how, after all these time, we're still friends. Ever since high school, we've only seen each other once. But make no mistake about it, I'm proud of the connection we have. Not everyone has friendships wherein you don't see a lot of each other yet when the time comes that you do, it's as if nothing changed! And I'm really really glad we're still friends. It's hard to find people like Jobylyn nowadays... Really. If you know her, you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I miss her. I rarely get to talk to her because of the time difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joby, if ever you're out there reading this, I MISS YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chichane&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some very guilty memories with her. :( But I'm really glad that never became a reason for us not to be friends. I've known her since the 1st grade - 10 years now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a family friend of ours. Her remarkable wit and speech antics never fail to make me laugh. A contrast to Joby, Chichane's loud and very much fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her every now and then at school, and though it's a good thing, it reminds me that it's been a long time since I spent some quality time with her. You know, bonding. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chichane, bonding naman tayo o! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angelica&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I remember my sweet, childish friend, Angelica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish? Well, yes. She was like a child. If you knew her back then you would've known what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was yet another one of my faorite phone-companions. Soon after we started having &lt;em&gt;telebabad&lt;/em&gt;, I became friends with her younger sister - Angela (we call her Lala).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how she loved the color 'Pink', and how she gets amused by simple things. She's easily annoyed too. :p But she's a good friend! A great friend, in fact. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad to think we rarely talk nowadays. Actually, since last last year. It seems we're both busy with our lives. One of these days (after midterms siguro) I'll catch her online and talk to her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you too ange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patrisha&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those who left in search for a land with more promise than this land I stand on now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one of those people whom I don't talk to often, not because of lack of effort, but because of major time difference and academic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet, nice, and funny girl, I only spent time with her for one year - grade 6. We graduated and soon, a little less than a year, her family went to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, our friendship remained in tact. But yes, I'm still a little sad that I didn't have the chance to spend more time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm grateful we still have a chance to talk every now and then... i'm looking forward to seeing her when we visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anna&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First xientian na nakilala ko when I enrolled for QueSci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an uncanny resemblance to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Trachtenberg"&gt;Michelle Trachtenberg&lt;/a&gt;. Industrious and serious sa kanyang academic career, she graduated somewhere at the top of our batch. It was no surprise, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little child-like in certain instances, it's kind of hard not to miss having her around. What with her somewhat weird reasoning at times (sometimes kasi pagtinatanong ko siya kung bakit niya gusto yung bagay, ang sagot niya "Wala lang! Gusto ko lang. :P"), and her ability to be easily amused (that's a good thing!), yes, I miss having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her every now and then though... So it's not such a bad thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of time! I'll continue next time. This is a very long list, so there's no need to fuss over finishing it right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of friendship, a year seems to be a long time. But as time goes by, you realize that a year in friendship is, in fact, a short one. Friendship that lasts well after a few years is a friendship that has trust, quality, honesty and truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I say. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115451723697237844?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115451723697237844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115451723697237844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115451723697237844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115451723697237844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115436093244338716</id><published>2006-07-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:48:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Anong section mo this year?= no section - block lang. B3.&lt;br /&gt;2. Adviser?= Ms. Lorie! :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Anong club mo?= Wala pa. :p UP Euro siguro next year. :p&lt;br /&gt;4. Pinaka mahirap mong subject?= Nat Sci 1 - boring kasi eh! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pinakagusto na teacher?= Ms. Lorie and Sir Coke&lt;br /&gt;6. Anong student # m0?= 06-07238&lt;br /&gt;7. Class number mo?= n/a&lt;br /&gt;8. Pinakahuling ginawa mongkatarantaduhan:= uh. magabsent sa school nung grad practice and instead magouting kasama fleming. :p&lt;br /&gt;9. Eh magbisyo sa CR?= magsalamin. :p&lt;br /&gt;10. Naghihilamos ka ba sa CR?= Sa CR ng bahay namin, OO. Pero kung sa UP, eh... sa CAL pwede pa.&lt;br /&gt;11. Anong paborito mong tambayn?= madalas ako sa katag. :p pero usually CAL pa rin ako. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;12. Maganda ba grad song nyo?= HINDI&lt;br /&gt;13. May nakaaway ka na rin ba?= Oo.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sino?= kapatid ko. hehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;15. Nag-vandal ka na ba? Anong ginawamo?= sa upuan ko nung 3rd year na upuan ko rin most of the time nung 4th year! :D&lt;br /&gt;16. Ilang taon kang nag-aral ng HS?= Apat na taon malamang!&lt;br /&gt;17. Sa canteen ka ba nag-lulunch or saclassroom?= di uso maglunch sa classroom sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;18. Kung naaalala mo talaga ang HSdays mo, ano ang kulay ng uniform ngteachers mokapag Friday?= no uniform pag friday!&lt;br /&gt;19. How was the prom?= not cool&lt;br /&gt;20. Sino last dance mo nung prom?= potpot and fleming peeps. (sayawan to the max!)&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you do after school?= iba't iba. :)&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever cried in front of the class?= yup.&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you bring your cellphone toschool?= Oo naman! Mahirap pag hindi. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Did you log on to Friendster when inthe computer lab?= wala namang net sa computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;25. May mga experiment papers ba kayonun?= mhm. :)&lt;br /&gt;26. Sino palaging nagdadala ng food sainy0.?= er... Marami. :p&lt;br /&gt;27. Anu-ano naman ang dinadala mo?= lunch. (ako tubig. :p)&lt;br /&gt;29. Kanino ka humihiram ng notes?= Wala. :p&lt;br /&gt;30. Eh calcu?= I have my own, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;31. Sino ultimate crush mo noon?!?!= Walang ultimate. wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 76% spoiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR ROOM, DO YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tv set&lt;br /&gt;[x] cd player&lt;br /&gt;[x] vcds&lt;br /&gt;[x] dvds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ps&lt;br /&gt;[x] radio&lt;br /&gt;[x] computer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fridge&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]posters&lt;br /&gt;total = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE U ALLOWED TO&lt;br /&gt;[x] party&lt;br /&gt;[x] go to the mall with friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] eat unhealthy stuff&lt;br /&gt;[x] stay out til past midnight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have ur own curfew&lt;br /&gt;[x] pick ur own school&lt;br /&gt;[x] buy ur own stuff&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drive anywhere&lt;br /&gt;[x] drink liquor&lt;br /&gt;[ ] curse&lt;br /&gt;total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;[x] talked back to ur parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snuck out at night&lt;br /&gt;[x] been "told" not "scolded"&lt;br /&gt;[x] been out of country&lt;br /&gt;[x]shopped til u drop&lt;br /&gt;[x] been given more money than u needed&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt u were heavily guarded&lt;br /&gt;[x] spent thousands in one store only&lt;br /&gt;[x] made ur parent(s) cry&lt;br /&gt;[x] yelled at ur maid&lt;br /&gt;total = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;[x] have what u need&lt;br /&gt;[x] get what u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] travel a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a maid&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a driver&lt;br /&gt;[ ] get a high allowance&lt;br /&gt;[x] do whatever u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] have branded clothing&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a credit card --atm eh&lt;br /&gt;[x] eat whenever u want&lt;br /&gt;total = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR PARENT/S&lt;br /&gt;[x] ever scold you not following your curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] give u EVERYTHING u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] trust you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] buy you things for the sake of buying them&lt;br /&gt;[x] give you "extra cash" when you're outsomewhere&lt;br /&gt;[x] think u should have the best and only the best&lt;br /&gt;[x] want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;[x] help you&lt;br /&gt;[x] love you&lt;br /&gt;[x] pay for the mess you've made&lt;br /&gt;total = 8&lt;br /&gt;mulitply the total number by 2 and repost thissaying "I'm --% spoiled"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone named Jed Marvin Garcia texted me. He says he's from DLSU. Though, I'm not inclined to believe him as he won't tell me who his "friend", from whom he got my number, is. For all I know, it could be anyone playing a prank on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115436093244338716?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115436093244338716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115436093244338716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115436093244338716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115436093244338716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115410215182761477</id><published>2006-07-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:55:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>"Hello! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! ^_^ ... Wala lang! :p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 'wala lang' means something even if it means 'nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, I suppose that's true. I have used this expression for a very long time and ever since, I've always used it to mean 'nothing'. :p I dunno...  Wala lang. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ate Hannah's birthday celebration tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy today. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if the problem lies with me or not. This just isn't working. I don't know. I feel tension where I'm not supposed to. Sometimes I think I "create" these tensions, yet other times it's as if it's magically there. I don't know what to do anymore. I try. I know I try. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is one of those If-you-question-me-I-won't-answer kind of thing.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115410215182761477?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115410215182761477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115410215182761477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115410215182761477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115410215182761477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115385089068875535</id><published>2006-07-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:08:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that I don't smile as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when or why I stopped smiling as much and thinking that it's important for me to &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hn... One of the things which I guess, reminds me of how much I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although... I somehow remember thinking that smiling as much as I used to made me feel... artificial. You know, as if most of the smiles i showed aren't genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonials naturally make you smile. :) I read all of mine today, in both accounts. It made me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bitter note, I just saw my cousin's status: When will I meet... My own Peter Pan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hn. I remember distinctly making up a quote where she pressumably got that one. Wala lang. I'm glad she liked it though... kaya lang hehe... ewan. possessive lang ako siguro. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone from germany visited my site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115385089068875535?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115385089068875535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115385089068875535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115385089068875535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115385089068875535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-realized-that-i-dont-smile-as.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115384785203275380</id><published>2006-07-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:17:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;+ no classes - I look flushed! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;+ I wish I could say something but... man! I'm broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?:&lt;br /&gt;+ quest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;+ neptune. haha. :p nah, I like earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list&lt;br /&gt;on your cell phone?:&lt;br /&gt;+ no name - 09185560294. anyone know this number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;+ nothing in particular. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;+ cmli shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;+ no. only stupid people do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm currenly barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;+ bright. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took&lt;br /&gt;this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;+ Drex - talked to her a long time ago. Said my name was pretty. hn... never talked since. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. whats the craziest thing u've done?&lt;br /&gt;+ underestimate social dance class. &gt;_&lt; then take it. arr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;+ IM-ing Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received&lt;br /&gt;on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;+ They argued, he gave her roses the next day, chocolates the day after. Then he asked her to dinner by the beach under the stars. The girl was touched and asked, "Is this your way of saying sorry?" He replied, "No. This is my way of saying goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is ur nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;+ uhm... Intersection of T. Sora and commonwealth, I suppose... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a saying that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;+ a 'saying'? Er... I'm not fond of using 'sayings'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you they loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;+ mr. toffee. ;P (amishu my dear! *mwah*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;+ my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past&lt;br /&gt;three Days?&lt;br /&gt;+ none. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get&lt;br /&gt;developed?&lt;br /&gt;+ :-/ none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;+ 14, 15, and 16. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;+ bad, narrow-minded people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;+ er... it's a scenery. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;+ "good night! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;or to be able to change a major regret, which&lt;br /&gt;would it be?&lt;br /&gt;+ a million bucks. :) Regretting things you've done will get you no where, so I don't regret anything. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;+ not only one. xD hahahaha. :p it's just a crush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to?:&lt;br /&gt;+ some random old song manang was playing on her radio. (gah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAME STARTS&lt;br /&gt;WITH A "K"&lt;br /&gt;A: keithleen (hehehe, buo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAME STARTS&lt;br /&gt;WITH AN "A"&lt;br /&gt;A: aron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAME STARTS&lt;br /&gt;WITH A "C"&lt;br /&gt;A: cheslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:&lt;br /&gt;A: no name 09185560294 - anyone know this number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU&lt;br /&gt;RECEIVED SAY?:&lt;br /&gt;A: refer to previous survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CHEW ON STRAWS?:&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;A: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOURE&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHO IS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR&lt;br /&gt;LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;A: depends on your definition of 'cool'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WORD/S DO YOU SAY A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;A: I say a lot of words. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE:&lt;br /&gt;A : tortillos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT?&lt;br /&gt;A: goodnight! :) to trisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?&lt;br /&gt;A: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE&lt;br /&gt;DARKO?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE 2 go 2 skuL TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER BEEN HAUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. and I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;A: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?&lt;br /&gt;A: wednesday. (haha! araw talaga eh noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;NOW?:&lt;br /&gt;A: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup. lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;A: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;A: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;br /&gt;A: if that means an alarm clock set beside my ear can't wake me up, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?&lt;br /&gt;A: by 'clean up', what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;A: Never tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT&lt;br /&gt;BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ate Keith's house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;A: nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS?&lt;br /&gt;A: I haven't seen any movie. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more." - james stephen, the crock of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115384785203275380?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115384785203275380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115384785203275380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115384785203275380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115384785203275380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115384621129372506</id><published>2006-07-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:50:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I act like I'm 20.</title><content type='html'>How old do you act? Put an x on all the things you&lt;br /&gt;can do and find out how old you act!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can do my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do my chores after being told once&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always do my homework/work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents and grand-parents have better&lt;br /&gt;things to say than my peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I show up for school/work every day unless I'm&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've never got a ticket&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch talk shows and point out the&lt;br /&gt;incredibility of it all&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what incredibility means without looking&lt;br /&gt;it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer..and/or do&lt;br /&gt;the dishes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count in more than one language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can wash my car&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh..without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I study when I have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/work&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm generally organized&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know the meaning of capital punishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I clean up my own messes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store with out getting something&lt;br /&gt;I don't need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to my elders&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type fast, because I type every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My choice in clothing is acceptable in an office&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;[x]I can watch politics and laugh&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have realized that the weather forecast&lt;br /&gt;changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can look at someone hot and not think of sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have realized that no one will take you&lt;br /&gt;seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and&lt;br /&gt;have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have said that I act older than I am&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can be sent on an errand and not get side&lt;br /&gt;tracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up how many x's you have and put "i act&lt;br /&gt;like I'm (number)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close enough. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115384621129372506?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115384621129372506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115384621129372506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115384621129372506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115384621129372506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-act-like-im-20.html' title='I act like I&apos;m 20.'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115295397741721781</id><published>2006-07-15T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:43:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you just love the background music? I'm sure I do. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so relaxing and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this when I was 9 years old and since then, I've been listening to it every now and then. This together with the other tracks that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it this one doesn't cut so suddenly. &gt;_&lt; I can't find other mp3's like this one, so it'll have to do. It's still nice to listen to anyway, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I need to go off and buy some stuff for tomorrow's trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropping by after watching episodes from Kyou Kara Maou. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuri's cute&lt;br /&gt;Wolfram is &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad is &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Gunter is adorable&lt;br /&gt;Gwendal is adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115295397741721781?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115295397741721781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115295397741721781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115295397741721781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115295397741721781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-you-just-love-background-music-im.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115288970934340568</id><published>2006-07-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:08:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.exoload.com/uploads/406/1145021333.wma"&gt;http://www.exoload.com/uploads/406/1145021333.wma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be changing my background music since nasasawa na ako dito. hehe. actually matagal na, pero kasi di rin ako masyadong bumibisita sa blog ko. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115288970934340568?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115288970934340568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115288970934340568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115288970934340568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115288970934340568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115288054119083029</id><published>2006-07-14T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:35:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't seen the sun since tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's been raining all day and after two days of on and off raining, I'm missing the sun despite the cool weather I'm enjoying right now. I can't decide if I want the sun to shine on sunday or not. xD On one hand, if the cloudy weather continues, it'll be a cool day. On the other hand, it means we're in for a muddy day. &gt;_&lt; Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling a bit woozy after my sudden uncomfort earlier this afternoon. I say 'uncomfort' because I don't know exactly what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for that sudden illness, I would've said today was a great day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kas1 was spent playing games and although we did not win, what counts is we had fun. :) I'd really like to know my classmates' names though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango is the new dance we're learning in Social Dance and it turns out that for every new dance, we get to have a new partner, which I think is really cool. :) I like the beat of tango better than waltz too, and the steps were much more fun to do. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh gosh, I hope it's not food poisoning... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115288054119083029?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115288054119083029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115288054119083029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115288054119083029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115288054119083029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-seen-sun-since-tuesday.html' title='Haven&apos;t seen the sun since tuesday'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115272494038533487</id><published>2006-07-13T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:22:20.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>Explaining is pointless because from what I've seen so far, no amount of reasoning and explanation (redundant, sorry) works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're confused, go one entry back and read. You'll see what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes tomorrow! I mean, today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wag kayong kakain sa Katag - canteen ng FC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this tuesday, Rejoice and I had Sinigang for lunch at Katag. A few minutes after eating, we began feeling sick, both our stomachs feeling as if we didn't completely digest the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, I feel worse that I just had to miss my first class ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt as if we wanted to vomit, we were dizzy and we felt weak. We both had difficulty breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me is that this might be something serious and that we might have to be confined at the hospital, but luckily, I woke up this morning feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still feel a bit weak and am still having a bit of difficulty breathing, I feel fine.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smart people speak out when they have something to say. Fools speak out when they want to say something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115272494038533487?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115272494038533487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115272494038533487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115272494038533487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115272494038533487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115246233161524283</id><published>2006-07-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:25:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ganun ba yun?? Ang batayan ng galing ng naproduce na estudyante ng isang eskwelahan ay ang dami ng numero ng estudyanteng naging &lt;em&gt;aktibista&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am not interested in being one of those protest-joining people we call '&lt;em&gt;activists&lt;/em&gt;'. Honestly, because of the &lt;em&gt;activists&lt;/em&gt; I've met, I'm not impressed with what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing people who clearly do not want any part of their activities is one thing that turns me off, precisely because I'm the kind of person who doesn't think I can change anything by joining the protests held by the students and afterwards proclaiming myself as one of the few who "stands up and does, at the &lt;em&gt;very least&lt;/em&gt;, something for the people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not that I think the &lt;em&gt;activists'&lt;/em&gt; attempts are entirely futile, but it's just that I'm just not the type of person who can help with such things. I would just be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want to do something for my society, but not now. I don't feel as if my time has come to act yet, but I know that someday, I will. I'm not apathetic to my country, I care very much. It's just that I really don't think I'm of much use. Besides, I'm not willing to scream my voice hoarse just for something that I feel unnecessary to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smart people speak out only when they have something to say. Fools speak out when they want to say something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fools only care to show how smart they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my part on changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only after studied and learned enough. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115246233161524283?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115246233161524283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115246233161524283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115246233161524283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115246233161524283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/ganun-ba-yun-ang-batayan-ng-galing-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115228572199818372</id><published>2006-07-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:22:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting busier by the day</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I'm already starting to admit that I agree with my friends who've gone through their first year in college. The first few weeks are exciting, but soon, it becomes boring. Boring in the sense that classes seem to be the last thing on my mind (even though I promised it will be on the top of my priority list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, the work load is piling up, field trip here, field trip there, exam here, practical test there. It's getting confusing, but I'm having a lot of fun. I have to say, I'm learning lots of new things everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially since tomorrow, I'll be spending the night at Ate Kit's! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115228572199818372?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115228572199818372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115228572199818372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115228572199818372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115228572199818372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-busier-by-day.html' title='Getting busier by the day'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115183537139833039</id><published>2006-07-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:16:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pag 1, 2, 3.</title><content type='html'>Noong isang araw, dahil sa may PE ako na Social Dance at kailangan akong mag-palda, naisipan kong isuot na lang ito imbis na dalhin, para hingi gaanong nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingid sa aking kaalaman, hindi ito magandang ideya para sa araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 na nang matapos kame ni Rejoice kumain sa Katag. Lumabas kami, at tumungo sa harap ng FC. Nakalayo na kame ng kaunti, nang maisip namin na hindi pala kami dapat doon, kundi sa likod ng FC. Hindi nga pala TOKI ang sasakyan namin, kundi IKOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainit ang araw! Napapagod na kame! Pero... kailangan. Lumakad kaming muli pabalik at nang di lumaan ay napunta na rin sa malapi sa sakayan na dinadaanan ng IKOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghintay kame ng Jeep na kaunti lang ang pasahero, at di nagtagal, may dumaan na jeep na iisa lang ang pasahero. Pinara ko yung jeep at nang tumigil, malapit kame sa may harap. Biglang sabi ni Rejoice, "Ericka, gusto mo sa harap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa alam kong daanan iyun at hindi gaanong gusto ng mga jeep ang pinaghihintay sila, sinabi ko na lang agad na "Oo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sumakay nga si Rejoice, sumunod ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahirapan ako! Bukod sa ang taas ng maliit na tapakan, ang taas pa ng hahakbangan ko papaloob ng jeep! Grabe. NAKAPALDA(above the knees) PA AKO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ako pa yung nasa labas. Buti na lang may pantakip ako na bag. Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa na kame ni Rejoice nang tawa. Hindi pala tama na sumakay kame sa harap. Pero sige okay lang. Experience toh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, bumaba na yung isa pang pasahero, at kame na lang ni Rejoice yung naiwan. Tawa pa rin kame nang tawa. wala nang ibang pasaherong sumakay pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inanticipate namin ni Rejoice yung pagdating sa gym dahil sa pagbaba ko. Wooh! Mas madaling bumaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pagbaba naman, ay hindi namin alam kung bakit, pero muntik nang mapatid si Rejoice! Kaya tawa na naman kame ng tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bigla kong na-feel na may kulang. Tumatawa pa rin si Rejoice, at nakikitawa ako, pero napapaisip ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla akong napatigil at tinanong si Rejoice, "Rejoice, nagbayad ka ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! hindi kame nakapagbayad ni Rejoice!!!! Dahil sa kakatawa namin, at marahil na rin sa walang nagaabot ng bayad, nawala sa isip namin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paglingon namin ay wala na si mamang jeep! hindi namin talaga sinasadya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi naman hiningi ni mamang jeep. Pero nakakahiya dahil katabi pa naman niya kame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi namin sinasadyang mag1, 2, 3! at first time ko iyon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Sinasabi na nga ba. Dapat hindi ako nagpalda. Kundi lang dahil sa PE. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115183537139833039?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115183537139833039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115183537139833039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115183537139833039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115183537139833039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-pag-1-2-3.html' title='ang pag 1, 2, 3.'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115183439501469526</id><published>2006-07-02T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:59:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>How many times do I have to hear them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must they tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done what I had to do. But what did she do? she gave me the cold shoulder. And so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma-pride&lt;/em&gt;, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just the right thing to do instead of insisting myself on her? If she won't talk to me, then I won't talk to her. That way, whatever happened won't be repeated. It makes me sad yes, but equally annoyed at her stupidity. But I don't care. Let me be the 'demon' in this game. It's always me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectures were inevitable, I know. But how many more times must I hear it? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're not supposed to get what I'm saying. You couldn't and you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about this, it will only annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a remark about it, I might get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me pity, I don't want it, nor do I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to talk to about this. It's fine. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done.  Forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's so much more fun - though tiring. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115183439501469526?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115183439501469526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115183439501469526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115183439501469526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115183439501469526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/07/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115167107833937341</id><published>2006-06-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:37:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. today is a happy day in school even though it's, as tuesdays and fridays usually are for me, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Happy Happy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115167107833937341?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115167107833937341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115167107833937341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115167107833937341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115167107833937341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115159757550238971</id><published>2006-06-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:12:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, apologies are not enough</title><content type='html'>Again, after quite a while, I feel unwelcomed in this place. Sometimes a refuge, a haven, and a sanctuary; other times a plain edifice, cold, troublesome, and a sole misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am revealed in this page, thus, surprising those who know not of the stains that fills my cloth, but of the bright smiles, the cheery laughs, and the seemingly endless happy soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An optimist, though I may be, the strength to be one cannot last forever. Sadness and deppression is bound to overcome me, until such time I once again have the energy to project my happy, cheery self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not felt like that before? As if no amount of sunshine can make you happy, even though it usually does the trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow pride myself for being appreciative of even the smallest things. And I do, I really do love it all. But you see... things are not always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense is not a thing of importance to me right now, and follow if you must, but you're not asked to do so. Follow on your own free will as I am not promising any clarity from this point forward, as clarity is what I, myself, am lacking within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times before, I have felt the same unwelcomed feeling. It's a feeling  that one would usually not want to have, and certainly not something one would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy, lonely heart is all that one has, and so, to seek refuge from the outside world is the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To smile to the world and enjoy the simplest things is the only thing one can do, for not long after the sun departs the horizon, it will soon be within the horizon's reach again to allow the moon it's time in the sky, and one would again have this unwelcomed feeling, wishing nothing but to be away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows apathy hurts more than hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the sun again, bids farewell to the horizon to give the world the sunshine it needs, one would again revert to the smiles and the laughter that one looks forward to as the moon shines with the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not wish to be reminded of the troubles that await in the edifice called 'home', and would rather not have it talked about at any time, unless one broaches the subject. One does not want sympathy, nor pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The happy, cheerful outside world that one gets to enjoy is not a place for such miserarble things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want my apology, then don't take it. I've given it to you anyway, so I'm not taking it back. Give me apathy. Ignore me. Forget me. I did what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking refuge and solace from my friends has always been a better option since it's seems it is they who know me best. Pretending to know me, are what people in this house are best at anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that heavy feeling in your chest and you have trouble breathing? And you feel as if you want to burst, but at the same time, you can't? That's exactly what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a way, I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;burst or I wouldn't be typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just know that queries regarding this matter will not be entertained by the writer unless she feels like so. As it is written above, the writer would rather not have her day spoiled by discussing things that shouldn't even be discussed. Any attempts to ask will be ignored by the writer and will not be acknowledged until such time the subject is changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not think that the writer is bitter about anything as that is not the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115159757550238971?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115159757550238971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115159757550238971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115159757550238971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115159757550238971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-apologies-are-not-enough.html' title='sometimes, apologies are not enough'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115132178666653371</id><published>2006-06-26T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:36:26.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations come and go. Especially the good ones.</title><content type='html'>I am the kind of person who, though talkative, requires input from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person who likes talking about myself all the time, I rather like hearing about other people too! I like a well-rounded conversation where I talk and I listen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get quite bored if it's always up to me to think of something - anything - to say. Specially so if whatever I say, I get the same reaction and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking with other people because I like learning. I love conversations because in a way, it's like learning. I learn new things not just about science, math, english etc., but also about life, daily stuff - ordinary stuff, stuff I can't learn in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the person on the other end would only look to me to keep a conversation going, then don't blame me if I get bored. I mean, it's not a conversation then is it? Because there can be no such thing as a one-sided conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I can only think of so much topics especially when the other person would only say the same things again and again and again. It's tiring. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I'm redudant aren't I? Ah well. The language of law permits me to do that, so what the heck? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I'd like to point out that I'm a person who likes variety. I can never stay liking something - anything - for too long. Just as well, my preference varies greatly. I'm not particularly choosy, it just depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay. I finally burst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115132178666653371?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115132178666653371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115132178666653371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115132178666653371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115132178666653371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/conversations-come-and-go-especially.html' title='Conversations come and go. Especially the good ones.'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115124997298013115</id><published>2006-06-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:39:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Work</title><content type='html'>Next time, I won't say anything even if I have an idea during group work. Because I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I'll end up doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, last time, had I not spoken up, we would've spent days sitting in a circle staring holes right through each other. Ugh. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; how helpful my groupmates are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched High School Musical a couple of hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I like the song, however, the singing voice of Gabriella? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Same goes for the antagonist female character whose name I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hardly think of describing Gabriella's voice as 'amazing' and 'beautiful'. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I rather think some of the choreography are over done. Like in the solo part of Gabriella, what was up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are okay, the plot was plain. All in all? Not a hit for me. 'Twas okay though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty shallow for me, I guess. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already, tinatamad na ko pumasok. hayyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115124997298013115?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115124997298013115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115124997298013115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115124997298013115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115124997298013115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/group-work.html' title='Group Work'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115090126104307824</id><published>2006-06-21T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:47:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin siebenshen jahre alt</title><content type='html'>I am 17 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. :p thanks to all who greeted me yesterday and even today! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to study german. got to study german.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115090126104307824?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115090126104307824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115090126104307824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115090126104307824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115090126104307824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/ich-bin-siebenshen-jahre-alt.html' title='Ich bin siebenshen jahre alt'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115072493060799671</id><published>2006-06-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:48:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Guess whose birthday it is we're celebrating tomorrow? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs to those who remembered before seeing this post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv yah! ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115072493060799671?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115072493060799671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115072493060799671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115072493060799671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115072493060799671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115056887150992717</id><published>2006-06-18T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:27:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>Jitters plagued me as thursday morning began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first subject was Nat Sci 1 and already, I knew we wouldn't get along (no matter how much I like Physics). I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, I kept glancing at my watch, literally feeling as if we've been in class for about 3 hours. In reality? We've only been in it for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt wanted freedom from the lousy cushion of a chair we sat on. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I praised the heavens and almost sang an 'Alleluia' when the professor uttered the words I had been so eager to hear and so painfully waited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: &lt;strong&gt;German 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly knew what to expect. Last I heard, our professor was TBA, and so, I was taken by surprise at how contrasting my first and second professors were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's because I'm more inclined to learn foreign languages than reviewing the fundamental principles and theories in physics and chemistry, I do not know. All I know is I'm bound for more fun in my second class for the day and would be looking forward to it during first class. xD (biased eh noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an early dismissal (another point for class2!) I hung around before finally going to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I put out a warning to you all: if you're on a low budget and/or do not have the luxury of a loooooooong break, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT EAT AT &lt;u&gt;CHOCOLATE KISS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Or whatever that restaurant is at the &lt;em&gt;Bahay ng Alumni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being the last(not counting the prerog guy who came in way after me) of the class to come in and having to sit on a monoblock chair, I found MS1 a very interesting class and already, I'm looking forward to my class this monday. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 first class is... for lack of better terms, interesting. It wasn't exciting, nor was it boring. The only thing I found I couldn't stand was our prof being a fan of Rachel Ann Go. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Napakatalented talaga ni Rachel... Mas magaling pa nga siya kay Kyla..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he kidding? Oh gosh, I HOPE so. (but he doesn't sound like he is. ~_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pretty interesting and, in some ways, &lt;em&gt;disturbing&lt;/em&gt; class, Rejoice and I had our fair share of adventure. Including missing our stop and having to double back, walking through a road that's muddy and made us feel as if we're in an underdeveloped province, and getting fried under the blazing heat of the unforgiving noon sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I actually had the guts to go through and get social dancing for my pe! I feel sorry for Kuya James - my partner. T_T Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a greasy (yuck!) lunch at Katag, I was on my own. I had an hour and a half to kill before my next and last class. And YES! I did it!! :D For the &lt;strong&gt;2nd time&lt;/strong&gt; I rode a jeep all on my own!!!! HAH! How's THAT for achievement? Weee. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite happy with myself, I went all the way up the fifth floor and by chance, saw ate keith there who laater introduced me to another sophie - kuya eli. And then. I went to my class of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tun tun tun tun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Course Description:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports, reaction papers, concept papers, position papers, documented essays, and research papers... the list foes on, and college life will demand at least one of each of these &lt;strong&gt;academic papers&lt;/strong&gt; in the coourse of your stay in the university. Don't fret - English 10 will help you get through. English 10 involves the writing and critical reading of basic forms of academic discourse essential to university work. here you will focus on writing that is integrated with research - writing that is academic and scholarly. A semester's work in English 10 should equip you with the communication skills you will need to survive, even thrive, in the university. Take note: Because of this course's focus on academic style and on research skills, it assumes that your English proficiency level is at par with &lt;strong&gt;Standard Academic Discourse&lt;/strong&gt; (This means that grammar should NOT be a problem. If it still is, you should drop this course immediately and take English 1 instead.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already we have our first assignment. Which I should have finished by now but I'm too bummed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized every tuesday and friday, I'll kill myself with boredom because I have to wait for my bro from 4 - 5:30. So much for being happy with my daily 2:30 dismissal sched way before enrollment. tsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fond of effeminate guys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling there's someone hiding from me. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2:21 a.m. I have to sleep. buh-bye! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115056887150992717?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115056887150992717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115056887150992717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115056887150992717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115056887150992717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-115026071858545247</id><published>2006-06-14T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:51:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen Welcoming Assembly</title><content type='html'>The day started out fine. I got up on time (hindi ko pinahirapan sa paggising sakin sina lola gie) and I got there on time - 7:45 on the dot.  (I almost forgot that traffic within the commonwealth - tandang sora intersection was normal on an ordinary school/work day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the assembly started late. Or at least, later than the announced time it should. And the boring speeches we had to endure almost killed me. T_T Luckily, there were a lot of intervals where groups performed and either awed us, or made us laugh. Though... there was one group na na-freak out kame (ng mga kasama ko). But that's to be discussed in another post and another time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assembly ended sometime about... 11:30. Then we were grouped into our blocks, went to our respective colleges, had lunch, and went to our college assembly. The assembly was alright... Halfway through it came a black out. It was just our luck that we were sitting somewhere in the back so even straining our ears didn't help for us to hear what was happening in front. Finally, someone told us if we wanted to go out, we can. And we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just kind of hung out walking around and then finally deciding to go to Katag - cafeteria ng FC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. we guessed we missed our block picture... but Oh well. I think there are other events for us to have out pictures taken with our blockmates. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ayun... may mga na-meet ako na mga ibang tao who're really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of new people I've met during enrollment, FOP, and FWA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim (who's actually a xientian... pero kakakilala lang din namin sa isa't isa)&lt;br /&gt;Jona&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;br /&gt;Chucks and her friend... waaaa! nakalimutan ko ung name! T_T&lt;br /&gt;Emille&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;Leda&lt;br /&gt;Monelle(?)&lt;br /&gt;Celine&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;And actually... a lot of other faces na hindi ko pa alam ung name. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee! ^.^ It may not be much... but at least it's a start! dibaaa? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious about my social dancing class. It just recently occured to me na magiging kawawa ung magiging kapartner ko. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ka nga ba ako naging interesado sa social dance??? waaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class tomorrow: 8:30 a.m. Nat Sci 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was YOUR first day? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-115026071858545247?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/115026071858545247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=115026071858545247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115026071858545247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/115026071858545247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/freshmen-welcoming-assembly.html' title='Freshmen Welcoming Assembly'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114995471779695688</id><published>2006-06-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:51:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 09, 2006 ASEAN Engineers conference</title><content type='html'>I spent the past week preparing for last night's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yeah... I sang for a bunch of ASEAN Engineers. It's not that big of a deal since my dad's one of them, so it's not like I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; known or something. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Wednesday, I spent the mornings with Grandma and Sir/Kuya Mark - my new pianist, and everyday over at grandma's to vocalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started a bit frantically on my side, and so &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; on my grandma's side. I don't know... She seemed to be fretting over a lot of things... Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her house at about quarter to 1 to vocalize before Kuya Mark was supposed to arrive at 2. We practiced a last minute addition to our repertoire and went on our way at 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Manila Hotel at about... 3:30 where we were asked to seat somewhere behind while the ASEAN Engineers were having their meeting in front. Meat pies and coffee were given to us while we watched them discuss their business. Needless to say, it was rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after a while, we went on our way up to the hotel room. It was a bit of a pain since our room was located at the other end of the hall. &lt;u&gt;Farthest&lt;/u&gt; from the elevators. hn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, After getting there and resting a bit, I finally went and got dressed and dolled up for the performance. Then dad arrived and changed to his suit for a barong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down had a run through with the doxology and then the program started, dad and I sang our bit, the program went on and I was bored to death. Until finally, it was time for my intermission number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the program resumed, and I was again bored to death until I was asked for an encore. And we went and ate dinner with the rest of them. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner Lola, kuya Mark and I went up to the room. I got dressed back to my previous clothes. The 3 of us hung out and chatted while waiting for dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after what seemed like forever, dad finally arrived and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Been writing this post for hours already. There're just too many people to talk to and things to do! At this rate, it'll take a miracle for me just to finish this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I just need to get this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays are the BOMB. *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have nice gay friends. Anyone out there interested? xD Friends lang, don't worry. xD&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start na ng pasukan sa tuesday!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like breaking out into a song! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty, Oh so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty and and witty and GAY!&lt;br /&gt;And I pity any girl who isn't me today.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for making last night a good night for me. I want to thank all the guests for their appreciation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114995471779695688?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114995471779695688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114995471779695688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114995471779695688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114995471779695688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-09-2006-asean-engineers.html' title='June 09, 2006 ASEAN Engineers conference'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114784389089879141</id><published>2006-05-17T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:31:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have to set things straight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am NOT mad at my sister, nor do I HATE her.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was merely venting. I mean, you know how it is. I have to get it out of my system before it transforms into something well... bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you have to understand too that she's not only that. I was annoyed, and angry at that time, of course I was biased! Get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, please don't think that there's something bad going on between me and my sister... like, you know, a feud or something. We may not get along most of the time, but it's not like we hate each other's guts you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your concern though... although, I guess it's because I rarely show such anger towards anyone. I suppose it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a bit surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone notice an improvement in my writing? Or does it still suck like it used to? Or maybe if it didn't completely suck (thank the Lord for that), at least it hasn't gotten worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really anxious about this English 10. That's why I've been practicing by writing fan fics. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of fanfics... I'm completely in love with &lt;strong&gt;Gakuen Alice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad that it is a low-budget anime that they could only afford doing 26 episodes. :( I hope by some miracle, they continue it. or at least... I'll be able to get my hands on an english version of the manga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hint! hint!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's coming up! and I know y'all love me don't you? *cue battering eyelashes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114784389089879141?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114784389089879141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114784389089879141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114784389089879141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114784389089879141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-to-set-things-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114763533585416742</id><published>2006-05-15T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:35:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my parents are 20% strict</title><content type='html'>yeah! they're cool man!! \m/ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to make your bed every day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have chores.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have no allowance. SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have friends over unless yourroom isclean.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't go shopping by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom buys your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom tells you what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to look for "good deals" onclothes,otherwise you can't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't/or not all the time go topopularstores.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have a bf/gf until a certainage.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't go out on dates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't kiss or anything further untila certainage.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to tell your parents "how youfeelabout sex".&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can't swear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get grounded for stupid things .&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a time limit for thecomputer/videogames/tv.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have to get along with your sibling(s)otherwise you get grounded.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to share your room even ifthere is anextra.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have to ask to go to aparty/friends housein a few days advance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to have a parental unit at theparty/friends house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't go anywhere without aparent/adult.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't stay home alone. [the maidsarealways here]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If you talk back you get grounded.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're not allowed to have atv/gaming systemin your room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't be on the computer withoutsomeonewatching your every move.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have a door on yourbedroom.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to eat what your parents tellyou to.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents get mad if you don't wantto dosomething simple that they ask.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't swim without an adultwatching you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have a friend of the oppositesex overwithout a parent around.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, add up your numbers and multiplythe totaltimes 5. Repost thissaying "My parents are __% strict&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114763533585416742?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114763533585416742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114763533585416742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114763533585416742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114763533585416742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-parents-are-20-strict.html' title='my parents are 20% strict'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114662744209641480</id><published>2006-05-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:37:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For my own reasons, I feel like posting something which I immensely dislike about someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why I think my egotistic sister has a head big enough to be a planet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just because she's from Pisay, she thinks she's better than everybody else. Of course, I'm not saying this out of jealousy. I mean,&lt;em&gt; why&lt;/em&gt; would I get jealous of someone with a big head?&lt;br /&gt;Although, it's probably because the teachers drill the thought that they're better than everybody else into their students' heads, and it being after all, Pisay, which &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Philippine Science&lt;/strong&gt;. But still. They all turn out to be egotistic know-it-alls.(of course, it's sweeping generalization.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's a know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She laughs &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; people who happens to forget something which she happens to know, thinking, "ahahaha! how stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She uses the excuse "I have no more room for that in my head" whenever I point out something she doesn't know and then proceeds to pointing out it's a stupid thing to know anyway. I actually think it's a lot more stupid not to have any common sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She would say she's bored and doesn't care to listen to certain stuff because she's already into "more intelligent things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She thinks all her views are right, and when I manage to point something out against her view, she'll pretend to not understand what I'm saying, laugh, then sasy she doesn't have time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She thinks she has the right to be mean to people and always think that they're stupid just because they didn't come from the same high school she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She has too much pride to even do the favor that was asked of her by the EXPERTS Guides. (Oh, I'm ashamed of her. Really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When a person (me) makes mistakes, she'll laugh at it acting as if it's the stupidest thing anyone can ever do - make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whenever she fails to understand something, but I did, she'll say "whatever" and say it's not important anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She's too egotistic to remember her manners. (Not to mention, her common sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She's a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114662744209641480?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114662744209641480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114662744209641480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114662744209641480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114662744209641480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/05/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114616245878492149</id><published>2006-04-28T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:27:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this um, bulletin board post on friendster where the person reading is asked to type his/her name on the keyboard using his/her elbows without clearing or editing the typos and without repeating it or practicing first. a lot of the names came out weird and funny. But some actually got it right even on their first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually took me three tries before I got it just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. erdkiccka - first try&lt;br /&gt;2. erkickma - second try&lt;br /&gt;3. ericka - third try!! :D *finally* Ericka! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Try it, it's fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114616245878492149?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114616245878492149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114616245878492149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114616245878492149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114616245878492149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-this-um-bulletin-board-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114615642305565369</id><published>2006-04-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:30:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my music preference; meme</title><content type='html'>I purchased the last CD of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the essential &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua Bell.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very happy about it. I'm currently listening to it right now. Although, the CD has none of the tracks I actually want to hear from here, I'm nonetheless very, very happy that I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music like this always soothes me and makes me feel... I don't know, &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of music, I appreciate because it's true to it's classification - "&lt;em&gt;Classic&lt;/em&gt;". Which means, it can withstand the test of time. It was and still is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something which, when listened to, can evoke emotions and imaginations within one's self, which is something I rarely find in most contemporary music. I mean, sure. Contemporary music can do that too, but it's because they use &lt;em&gt;words&lt;/em&gt;. Without out words, the melodies of most contemporary music sounds pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I say &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt;. Because, even if not many know it, I'm still a fan of contemporary music. Of course, I'm an average teenager, and songs which can express me like some of the contemporary music does, I pretty much adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, classical music, especially the instrumental, chamber and orchestra music, are music which, to me, can best express and best be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One track can go from sad to happy to angry to lonely to frightening and back to happy again. One of which is what I like most about music. The contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny that ever since I was a little kid, I have been attached to classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, when in the car and my brother's going from station to station to look for a good tune, whenever I hear the strings and all the other instruments, I'll immediately say "Yun!!" and then cry when kuya continue to flip through the stations. I'll insist that he tune it back to the classical station and persist until I grow tired, accepting the fact that I'm the only one who appreciates classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I thought myself weird for liking it and preferring it. But as I grew up, I eventually just said that it was no big deal. I have my own taste, they have theirs. and in my opinion, my taste is better than everyone else's. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I understood then that everyone has his own preference. And I understand that even now perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but hate it when people generalize my preference. I mean, yes, I prefer classical music and I sing it, but that doesn't mean I know nothing of the contemporary music! I share the same liking for contemporary music with other people who knows naught about classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I prefer it, doesn't mean I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; listen to it. I mean, I listen to it quite often but I listen to modern music more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, a lot of times, I wish for people who're familiar with the music I prefer. I know so few that I grow quite fond of them easily. Well... most of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I grow so rather attached to classical music (preferably chamber and orchestra), is because when I listen to it, it reminds me my dreams. Not just that, but this vision which I so clearly see that when I see it, when I imagine it, I just &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; someday it'll happen. You know that tingly, happy feeling, and you feel it inside, you feel it in your heart and you just...know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm not making any sense am I? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much how I feel towards classical music. I would soooo like it if and when I meet people who are fond of the same genre of music but at the same time, versatile in their taste. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 12:42 in my clock and I feel like I've written a novel. But if you read as much as until this part, kudos to you. :) I love you! It shows that you value what I've got to say (unlike some people I know...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gute nacht, sweet dreams and take care! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hindi masarap ang hamburger kapag walang...?&gt; cheese&lt;br /&gt;2. hindi kompleto ang araw ko kapag..?&gt; hindi ako tumawa o ngumiti at kumausap ng kahit sino.&lt;br /&gt;3. hindi masaya ang party kapag walang...?&gt; tao&lt;br /&gt;4. ang pamilya ay d masaya pag walang?&gt; understanding&lt;br /&gt;5. ang IHG ay masaya kapag...?&gt; what's IHG?&lt;br /&gt;6. masarap manuod ng sine kapag...?&gt; walang epal na tao sa audience&lt;br /&gt;7. iiyak ka kapag nawala...?&gt; ang saya sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;8. masarap mabuhay kapag...?&gt; Masaya ako at masaya rin ang mga nasa paligid ko&lt;br /&gt;9. madalas kaming magaway ng kapatid ko kc...?&gt; hindi kame nagkakaintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;10. gusto kong magpunta sa...?&gt; america kung nasaan ang nanay ko para magshopping kame. xD&lt;br /&gt;11. hindi masaya ang inuman kapag wlang...?&gt; iinumin. (na tubig. xD)&lt;br /&gt;12. masarap maging lalake kc...?&gt; well, mas masarap maging babae.&lt;br /&gt;13. umiinom ako ng beer kc...?&gt; pag ino-offer sa akin ng magulang ko o pagmay social drinking. pero hindi yun beer. wine yun.&lt;br /&gt;14. sinabi mo sa isang tao na may feelings ka sakanya kc...?&gt; mas maganda maging honest. at akala ko kasi never ko na cya makakausap or makikita ulit.&lt;br /&gt;15. hindi ka nag resign ngaung taon na2 kc...?&gt; sa position, tinanggap ko kasi ito at kailangan kong panindigan.&lt;br /&gt;16. hindi kompleto ang barkada kapag...?&gt; may kulang na isa??&lt;br /&gt;17. boring ang buhay kapag...?&gt; walang kausap at walang paguusapan&lt;br /&gt;18. masakit magmahal kapag...?&gt; sinabihan ka ng taong mahal mo he/she hates you and gusto niyang mawala ka sa buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;19. malungkot ang buhay kapag...?&gt; walang kumakausap sayo at walang nagaalala para sayo.&lt;br /&gt;20. sinasagutan ko to dahil?&gt; di ako makatulog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114615642305565369?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114615642305565369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114615642305565369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114615642305565369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114615642305565369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-music-preference-meme.html' title='my music preference; meme'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114598376233485589</id><published>2006-04-26T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:49:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today: Filinvest, Tomorrow: Baguio!!!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to Baguio in... 5 and a half hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... well, I'm not really excited about the prospect of going to Baguio... It's the idea that I'm going outside, at &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, I won't be going online for two days. :) We'll be back by thursday. :) Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin, Jazle, has been staying here since Sunday. :) Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to Nail Treats and treated ourself to a handspa. It felt very good and relaxing, we loved it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We simply &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that expensive too... Well, for me. Di naman kasi ako marunong sa prices eh... anyway... wala lang. :p Mabait din sila. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to go back there. :D Anyone care to accompany me? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114598376233485589?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114598376233485589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114598376233485589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114598376233485589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114598376233485589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-filinvest-tomorrow-baguio.html' title='Today: Filinvest, Tomorrow: Baguio!!!'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114571783320491635</id><published>2006-04-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:57:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate? Love?</title><content type='html'>I love a lot of things. Yet, I don't like a lot of things either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayoko sa taong gumagawa ng mga "magagandang" bagay, just so ma-maintain ang so-called "good image" niya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating how people can think of this person as "the ultimate ideal person" when he/she really is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he/she only cares too much about his/her "good-girl image".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's even more frustrating? The fact that a lot of people fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I want to reveal here, but it's not like it's gonna do anybody any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got questions, expect them unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Buti na lang pag college, I've got nothing to do with him/her na. :)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know who I'm talking about, please just keep quiet about it okay? And sorry if I sound too mean or something. I was just too suddenly irritated when I thought of him/her that I can't help but vent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go call mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, I've got a new watch and a new wallet! I love my mom! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114571783320491635?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114571783320491635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114571783320491635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114571783320491635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114571783320491635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/hate-love.html' title='Hate? Love?'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114546917408916194</id><published>2006-04-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:36:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none-lackadaisical</title><content type='html'>Today started off with me feeling a bit sick. It continued on until I arrived at the music room (more than a little bit late, I must add).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for anyone to notice, but it seems, it was quite apparent, for when I arrived, they immediately asked if I wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to quote JP, "Kitang-kita sa mukha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware that my face clearly showed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goes the question about my being that transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is being transparent a bad thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it's kind of a stupid question. I mean, being transparent can't be a bad thing, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... I'm not implying, in any way, that I'm transparent to the point that there's nothing about me that no one knows. Of course! I mean, where would the mystery be had I let people know absolutely everything and anything about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously bored in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I can understand why Lola Gie acts the way she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have gone ballistic if I were the one stuck in this house for more than 3 years with barely anything to do except think about what to cook and worry about the servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to keep her company, but it's just not working out. I mean, she has her own interests and I have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we can have an outing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. it's 1:50 am. I gotta sleep. goodmorning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied. it's already 2:30a.m. and I'm not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll type whatever comes to my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's the way to go. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal guy would be Italian. xD For some reason... I'm rather attached to them (and Europe, for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. Okay, hold on a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, that was &lt;strong&gt;mush&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I let my mind go for a couple of minutes and already, it's gone off to lala-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to have my brains knocked or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah who cares? If this is torture to you, then it's your problem. *cue evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly not too sure that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; feel awake. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114546917408916194?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114546917408916194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114546917408916194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114546917408916194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114546917408916194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/none-lackadaisical.html' title='none-lackadaisical'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114528396164482482</id><published>2006-04-17T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:26:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>YES / NO&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture with someone else? yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Painted a car? no&lt;br /&gt;4. Driven a car? yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror..? yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Been sad? yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Have a friend? yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? no&lt;br /&gt;11. Been happy? yes&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn'thave them back? yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? no&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? n0&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house without telling yourparents? yes&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? yes&lt;br /&gt;18. Skipped school to do something more fun? yes!&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of thesame sex? yes&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? no&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? yes&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed sumone (not a parentor "friend")? yes(cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3pm? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone rightnow? yes&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? no&lt;br /&gt;27. Made sumone happy? yes&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? yes&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a party? yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? no&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? yes&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran as fast as u can? yes&lt;br /&gt;36. Been heartbroken? no&lt;br /&gt;37.Been in a car accident? no&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated your parents? yes&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? no&lt;br /&gt;40. sweet danced? yes&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? yes&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? yes&lt;br /&gt;43. Been lonely? yes&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? yes&lt;br /&gt;46. Sang karaoke? yes&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself youwouldn't? yes&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yes&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? no&lt;br /&gt;50. kissed in the rain? no&lt;br /&gt;51. Sang in the shower? yes&lt;br /&gt;52. Played football? no&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you marriedsomeone? no&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? no&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? no&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a leader? yes&lt;br /&gt;58. Sat on a roof top? no&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? no&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? yes&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all yourclothes on? no&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? no&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? yes&lt;br /&gt;67. smiled at someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? yes.(who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? yes&lt;br /&gt;70. Slept naked? no&lt;br /&gt;71. Been in a pool? yes&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a classroom? yes&lt;br /&gt;74. Played badminton? yes&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? yes&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? NO!&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? yes(shame)&lt;br /&gt;78. Love sumone? yes&lt;br /&gt;79. Played an instrument for more than10 hours? no&lt;br /&gt;80. Loved someone so much you'd doanything to get them back? no&lt;br /&gt;81. Easily fall for sumone? not really.&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? no&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Felt like running away? yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Ran away? no&lt;br /&gt;86. Did drugs? no.&lt;br /&gt;87. Been in a party? yes&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Smoke more than 10 times in oneday? no.&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? no&lt;br /&gt;93. Had/Have a dog? yes&lt;br /&gt;95. Own an instrument? yes&lt;br /&gt;96. Are you in a band? no&lt;br /&gt;97. Drank 25 sodas in a day? no&lt;br /&gt;98. Broken a CD? no&lt;br /&gt;99. Been in a beach? yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Had feelings for sumone? yes. HAD. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114528396164482482?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114528396164482482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114528396164482482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114528396164482482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114528396164482482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/meme_17.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114525775309101380</id><published>2006-04-17T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:09:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored yet again...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently eating pancit canton which was prepared by manang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously getting bored here. There's nothing to watch, there's nothing to do, and it's so darn HOT! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been getting emails from my friends which leads me to wondering if my mails were sent. I checked at the sent messages and they were. So I guess they're just really busy. Completely the opposite of moi. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; find something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tagged on my board. &lt;em&gt;Kevin. &lt;/em&gt;He wants to exchange links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being me, I checked out his blog first. See who he is and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I browsed through his blog, only to come upon a picture of their Glee Club in - get this - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NAMCYA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rare that I find random people who get to be in NAMCYA, so yeah, I was the slightest bit intersted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what place they got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my NAMCYA days, which lasted for about a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny... I kind of miss those days... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I got to the grandfinals. Haha. I wasn't expecting it and it felt great. I felt like I was something, you know what I mean? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that wasn't the last time I'll be singing on stage in front of everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored ulit. hayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here at my bro's room. He's playing ps2. Nagpapalevel-up cya eh... and it gets boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... at least I've got Gakuen Alice and Emma to look forward to later. :p I love mondays. Hahaha. That's saying something because ever since I went to Kisay, I hated mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I needed to be at school at 6:45! That's so darn early. Wouldn't you be grouchy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro asked me if I didn't know how to touch type. Well, I do since that's exactly what I'm doing now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fact that I started using the computer when I was onga 7 helps a lot, I guess. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan told us that batch 06 ng Pisay aren't allowed to go out of the country without special permission from one of their faculty. Ms. Yazon(sp?) I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why they have to hold the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; batch. I mean, don't they have the 10 suspects already? They can always ask for the name of student who's going out of the country so if anything should happen they can still keep track of the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang na lang they let the whole world know fo the incident eh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe naman cya... He's done a lot more than get "revenge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hay...balikulit sa dati. Bored. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment naman kayo o! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114525775309101380?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114525775309101380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114525775309101380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114525775309101380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114525775309101380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/bored-yet-again.html' title='Bored yet again...'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114520823622662481</id><published>2006-04-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:23:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everybody. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got up earlier than usual (usual for summer, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a kid's birthday party at KFC. Nothing much to say except the food was good. xD The serving size was a lot more than expected. Needless to say, I was full and content all the way home (even 'till dinner!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I was flippin' through the channels when I caught one of Mtv's shows - &lt;strong&gt;Made&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I watched that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the episode was about this really big guy who wanted to be "&lt;strong&gt;Made&lt;/strong&gt;" because, as he said, he was always thought of as the big guy, everyone's friend, funny, but nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to get the "chicks" and loose weight at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the him, he has tried a lot, if not everything, but none worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, of course, the show ended up with him loosing 30 pounds in a month, he got his girl (well... technically not yet) but yeah, it was a pretty good ending. To sum it up, he indeed, got &lt;strong&gt;Made&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Why did I talk about it? Ah well... it made me wonder if I'd ever get to a point where I'd be so desperate and hopeless that I still have to have a show like that change me. Well... I hope not. So yeah... I'm serious about it this time (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;On another note, can anyone tell me how I can have a playlist insteead of just one song looping over and over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll appreciate it a lot thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan ako ulit sa pre-enlistment ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 99.9% sure na hindi ako papayagan sa outing this coming April 20. Hay... Fleming, have fun ah! :D Labyu all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently chatting with Leslie. La lang. naeexcite na naman ako sa college. But I'm thinking na baka pag masyado ako naexcite, ma-disappoint lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... I promised myself I'll focus on my studies, yet I'm afraid that I might give in na lang palagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos... natatakot din ako siguro dahil feel ko maraming times na I'll feel alone. Although, I'm not against that. I mean, gusto ko rin naman yung magisa ako... pero sana not all the time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, marami naman tao around. :)  Even if UP's a big place, I'm sure I'll see lots of people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Ate Kit, di ko rin daw matatagalan yung libraries dun eh... pero... ewan, siguro nga oo, bubt then again kasi there're lots of things I want to read up on. :) And now that I have access to different libraries and a lot of books, who knows? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stopped talking to Leslie - it's currently 1:20 a.m. :) I let her off to get her beautysleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm supposed to do in a little while din. xD haha. don't worry leslie, I will. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... I mean, Good morning! or... Guten morgen!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen! ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114520823622662481?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114520823622662481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114520823622662481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114520823622662481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114520823622662481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114499938740602161</id><published>2006-04-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:23:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Hah. Laging nagkakaron ng time pag summer na I get bored. As in sobrang bored. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy. Today is April 14, 2006, Good Friday, Mj's 16th birthday, and the day when I get to stay at home, in my room, and stare at this stupid screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else can I do but rant and ramble here? There's nothing better to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was in bed and ... wala lang. nagmumuni-muni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all this mushiness that got me wondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two guys, A and B. and then there's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B both like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A asks you out. You went and had fun. He asked you out again. You went and had fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then B asks you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if it's okay to go out with him after you've gone out with A twice (or even pag once lang). I mean, it's not like A and you are an item already... right? You were just dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, naisip ko... wouldn't it be rude or something? Pero kasi... yun nga. It's not like you two are steady already. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can someone clear me up on this please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's obvious that I don't know much about these things. Wala lang. Just one of my daily musings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday, nagpunta kame ni rejoice sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Palma Hall (or AS, as it's commonly known), di na namin alam kung san kame pupunta. We went to the front (yung may mahaba and wide na stairs). Pagsilip namin dun, there was nothing but a bunch of guys sitting on the stairs. It seemed the place was deserted save for a few students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, rej and I turned back. Hahaha. For some reason, natakot kame bigla dun sa bunch of guys na nakaupo dun. Kasi they noticed us tapos feel ko napatigil ang kanilang usapan nung nagturn up kame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not that I mean to say na they took interest on us, it's just that I guess they were surprised to see two girls, who're obviously lost, loiter around. Needless to say, they scared us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked some people who appeared approachable only to be taken aback by their lack of hospitality towards us. They seemed to give us a look which said "What, are you stupid? It's just over their idiots." T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked ahead finally arriving at the CAL. We asked the guards there and even &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; couldn't seem to find the patience with us. T_T Parang ang sasama ng mga tao dun. huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't wait till tuesday para makuha na namin yung course outline namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sayang. The one and only class na pwede namin i-take ni ate kit, is yung class kung san ayaw niya yung prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong with Prof. Roldan...? Sabi niya ayaw daw niya masingko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinakabahan tuloy ako. I totally suck at writing formal essays. Oh well. Please Lord, paki-guide po ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice and I have 3 classes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was worried I might feel ... rather &lt;em&gt;strangled&lt;/em&gt; about it. Pero hindi naman. :) Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually worried kasi the other day, I couldn't find anyone who has any class the same as mine. I felt so alone yet thrilled. haha. Pero ayan na si Rejoice. :DThanks joicee!! mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy birthday to Jean and a happy 16th birthday to Mj today!! :) Love you guys! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my phone's inbox. ang daming messages ni ma'am erp. Somehow nammiss ko cya. Hahaha. I hope she's doing well sa Taiwan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know of &lt;strong&gt;The Gospel of Judas&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(more on that next time&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114499938740602161?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114499938740602161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114499938740602161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114499938740602161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114499938740602161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114474452338145047</id><published>2006-04-11T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:35:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng 10; ersatz</title><content type='html'>I'm required to take only one major this sem. And that's English 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the majors, I just had to have this one. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that English 10 is all about writing papers, papers, and more papers. It's too bad that I completely such at writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing's one of my major weaknesses. (I'm starting to wonder if I even have any strong points. ~_~) Especially writing papers for class. Sure, I can do informal essays but that's it. Nothing more can be expected from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my grammar sucks (well... not totally but I think it's not good enough), My vocablary's too small, I'm not creative enough, I fail to think outside the box, I'm ignorant. All major no-no's when you want to write stuff. Add the fact that I'm no good with words, and explaining things, plus I tend to use inappropriate terms without knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. Whatever happens, I'll make sure my grade exceeds the required 2.00 to be able to shift to other courses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ersatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have issues with people insisting that I come from a rich family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. THAT IS NOT THE CASE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what I want to talk about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Hilario has never been my favourite teacher. Though I think she's nice in her own way, she's just well... done some things which annoyed people. Sometimes, she's unreasonable. Too strict for her own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I always tried to stay away from her, and sometimes even feel that I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but be touched at what she said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng and I were chatting when she mentioned about how Ms. Hilario hated (let's change the name, shall we?) Jade's guts. How Ms. Hilario thought that Jade is nothing but a pretentious, social climber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng said that Ms. Hilario was (or is) often annoyed by Jade's attempts to make herself seem like a classy rich kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her coniotic way of speaking, Jade would brag about how she spends time every week at Starbucks, thinking that it makes her seem like a sophisticated person. Aside from that, Jade would often be seen flaunting her accessories and "branded" clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hide the fact that I, myself, am irked by what Jade does.  I never liked people who thinks they're above everyone else specially because she thinks she acts and has things that "show off" her financial status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I like Jade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I, unnecessarily flaunt my accessories, brag about where I hang out, and show off the things I have? I realize that I do speak in a somewhat coniotic way, but I swear! It's just out of habit. It's easier to talk that way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Ms. Hilario's comment comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Feng, Ma'am Hilario said, "Akala mo naman kung sinong rich girl yang si Jade. Kung gusto niyo ng totoong rich girl, si Ericka Nera yun. Hindi lang niya pinapakita at pinagmamayabang." (paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I was touched by what she said. Though I, myself, know not how came to think of that, I'm just glad when I hear of someone thinking good things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It baffles me though. If I don't show that I'm rich, if I don't look rich, then why on earth do people STILL think I come from a rich family??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy... there are some things which cannot be readily answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mean time, I hope this whole idea of my family being rich will eventually wear off. We're just practical people, after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all dream, and dream big. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and comments will be greatly appreciated. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for writing. hayy.. I really do suck. ~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114474452338145047?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114474452338145047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114474452338145047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/eng-10-ersatz.html' title='Eng 10; ersatz'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114460368116770406</id><published>2006-04-10T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:28:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprouctive day</title><content type='html'>oh yay. I've had a very unproductive day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big bro and i have been playing pusoy dos for over 3 hours now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow may himig practice ulit. san kaya? sa school? I'll be sure to wake up early for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi ako niloloko ni kuya!!!! ang baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hay. it's past 1:00 na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p nagiging mushy ako. di ko alam kung bakit. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako sa mga pinanood namin ni kuya. galing sa youtube.com la lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited ako magcollege!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang daming plano sa susunod na week! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana matuloy lahat!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114460368116770406?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114460368116770406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114460368116770406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114460368116770406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114460368116770406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/unprouctive-day_09.html' title='Unprouctive day'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114460326690395183</id><published>2006-04-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:21:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprouctive day</title><content type='html'>oh yay. I've had a very unproductive day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big bro and i have been playing pusoy dos for over 3 hours now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow may himig practice ulit. san kaya? sa school? I'll be sure to wake up early for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi ako niloloko ni kuya!!!! ang baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hay. it's past 1:00 na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p nagiging mushy ako. di ko alam kung bakit. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako sa mga pinanood namin ni kuya. galing sa youtube.com la lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited ako magcollege!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang daming plano sa susunod na week! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana matuloy lahat!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114460326690395183?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114460326690395183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114460326690395183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114460326690395183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114460326690395183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/unprouctive-day.html' title='Unprouctive day'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114451526512744766</id><published>2006-04-09T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:54:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-enlistment</title><content type='html'>I've already begun deciding which subjects I'll be taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sad lang kasi I can't take French and Italian yet. ang pwede lang ay German. Because of the stupid schedule. argh. but oh well. in demand daw sa call centers ang german-speaking dudes. :D so I guess it's not bad. :) It'll help me with my singing din. I'll be able to sing German songs! way cool! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Grabe. A lot of social mingling was done tonight. Sana they had fun. :) Sa mga pumunta... Sa mga di ko na-invite, I'm so sorry kasi limited lang ang pwede kong mainvite. Ang sad nga eh... tig10 lang naman kame ng sister ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pumunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Kit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Bry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Aron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em-em&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Thanks sa pagpunta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang si Armie... gabi na kasi nung papunta cya eh ang hirap ituro yung pagcommute papunta dito. nakakatakot. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yun. :) Yet again, nakikigamit lang ako sa kuya ko. Ginagamit kasi ni Joan ung computer ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of computers, namimiss ko na mga tao online! Wala lang... I don't go online too often na kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rejoice, paayos niyo na pc niyo ah? bakit kasi palaging nasisira! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kina Ate kit, sana nakasama ako sa overnight... pero ganun talaga... marami pa namang araw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about college. I want to meet new people... I want to become independent.  :D I want to feel grown-up. and I want an organizer/planner na hindi katulad nung nabibili sa National Bookstore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami-rami rin pala ang may gustong mag-social dancing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TANONG: sa FA28 ba, kelangan marunong ka rin magdrawing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HALA... kakasabi lang ng kuya ko... Sa social dancing daw KELANGAN NAKA-DRESS?? waaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114451526512744766?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114451526512744766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114451526512744766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114451526512744766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114451526512744766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/pre-enlistment.html' title='Pre-enlistment'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114442064282405145</id><published>2006-04-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:37:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) Para sa inyo</title><content type='html'>I made this blogspot account just for you guys. :) Sabi niyo gusto niyo kasi may chatter box... haha. Well, it's a little bare for now kasi nakakatamad na magayos. Lalagyan ko rin toh ng music. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;When I blog, I blog honestly. As in, kung ano ang nakikita niyo ngayon, yun talaga ako. The only problem is, I'm not much of a writer. No coherency, no unity. Besides that, masyadong marami ang gusto kong sabihin. Hahaha. Kaya mahirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to jump from one point to another. one topic to another. xD Kaya nawawalan ng point ang paglagay ng subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, I'm not good with words. I end up using the wrong term, therefore causing a misunderstanding. But that's not a big issue here anyway, so no matter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, for my second post, I'll just write whatever comes to my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, di pa nagssink-in ung feeling ng pagiging graduate. I dunno... I'll feel flashes of sadness and nostalgia, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I felt too much during last year's grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko nun, I felt sad and excited. I felt as if kasama ako sa mga grumaduate. Ewan ko... Siguro nga kaya parang wala lang sakin tong paggraduate kasi I felt it na last year. Weird ko noh? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings of excitement and anxiety hit me when I think of the next two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I cope in college? Will I still be able to keep in touch with my friends? Will I make new friends? College's a BIG adventure for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko I plan on dieting throughout summer. This brings me to the reasons why I don't really feel like dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine with myself. Wala naman akong image issues. A lot of people tell me, kung magpapapayat ako, I'll be one eye-catcher. Marami daw magkakagusto sakin. But what the hell do I care about that??! I don't want guys to pursue me because they think I'm pretty or because &lt;em&gt;"I caught their eyes"&lt;/em&gt;. I want them to pursue me because they they think I have a great personality and they like my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I really ought to do it for health reasons. Ayoko ma-highblood, maging diabetic and... yun. Basically that's it. Kaya I'll try my best to do it this summer. (&lt;em&gt;Lord please help me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why...? I was getting along fine. I forgot about you, then suddenly you visit my thoughts for no apparent reason. I try to forget about you again, telling myself that it's only natural to think of someone I know every once in a while. You're not worth remembering. You're not worth anything I've got. So why? Why, after all this time, I think about you? I never ever want to see, talk, nor think of you again. Pero anong magagawa? Nanjan ka na eh. It only pisses me off to find out that you've changed into something even more appaling and disgusting than you were. Yun na nga yun eh. You were a jerk then... but I still held on. Now, I thought, na let go ko na. Ewan. I don't think I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good of a person to still be blind about all this. But for a long time, I made sure I kept the blindfold on. Tinaggal ko na. and yet... I still feel the same way. I'm hating you for it. I wish I could just erase you from my memory so I could never remember how I felt back then. How we were. I was naive. Nagiging senti na lang ako. Sa lahat pa ng kasesentihan ko, ikaw pa. Aba. Masaya ka.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything I'm afraid of... it's to get hurt. I hate getting hurt. I'm sure marami ring ganito... pero, yun talaga yung pinaka-ayoko. Tapos I don't like making mistakes. I guess you can say its somewhat a lighter version of being a perfectionist (hey, I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a perfectionist)&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It's just that, I think that if I make mistakes, I'll get hurt. you know... hay... yun. That's why I'm afraid of taking chances. But the ironic thing is, I like taking chances, and I love the thrill of not knowing what will happen. I love thrills. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love a lot of things. I love God. I love my friends. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114442064282405145?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114442064282405145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114442064282405145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114442064282405145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114442064282405145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-sa-inyo.html' title=':) Para sa inyo'/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25590876.post-114440822213238045</id><published>2006-04-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:10:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. this is for y'all who's been bugging me to create a blog here at blogspot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D love you guys! ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25590876-114440822213238045?l=chanteusse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/feeds/114440822213238045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25590876&amp;postID=114440822213238045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114440822213238045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25590876/posts/default/114440822213238045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanteusse.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>chanteusse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112091239434254833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
