<?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-22937983</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:52.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^every girl has a st0ry t0 tell^</title><subtitle type='html'>every girl has a st0ry t0 tell..every girl has a side that can't be seen..every girl laughs and cries..but n0t all girls breakd0wn and cry..i am girl and here's my share..0f ups and d0wns..0f triumphs and defeats..i am girl and here's my th0ughts..f0r the w0rld that can never understand a girl like me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22937983.post-3241848893874200555</id><published>2007-02-28T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:51:12.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a l0ng p0st d0esn't mean i'm pissed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday m0rning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bl0ckmate 1:&lt;/em&gt;  bevz an0ng sabi ni d0ctri? Nam0ve ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bevz: &lt;/em&gt; di k0 alam eh..di pa nman nya k0 tinetext…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..several h0urs after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blockmate 2:&lt;/em&gt; bevz an0ng sabi ni d0ctri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bevz:&lt;/em&gt;  sabi nya di pa raw nya xur kce di pa nya naka2usap si d0c v..kung wala man taung class sa Saturday magpa2ss pa rin tau..at may naisip pa xa..bka magactivity na lang daw tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blockmate 2:&lt;/em&gt; huh?!..s0bra nman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were all disappointed.  I guess workaholics really have the tendency to pass on their enjoyment for stress.  I don’t have the faintest idea; as of now, as to how I will manage the piling projects assigned to us before this semester ends.  I hate to complain, but there’s nothing left to do.  As what Ayen have said: “pwedeng magreklamo, pero di pwedeng sumuko.”  Crap! I wish I can do both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:30 p.m-M Faculty Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doc Tri:&lt;/em&gt;  Ano ba kasing pinipilit niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kae:&lt;/em&gt; Monday na lang p0 un submissi0n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bevz:&lt;/em&gt;  0nga p0 khit 7:30 p0 ng umaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doc Tri&lt;/em&gt;: Pano un mga nagma2sters? Naku. Cge na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Haha! Good always triumph over evil!  We can always get what we want, when we know when and where to hit the right buttons.  Doc Tri is the living proof that even rigid professors can bend their schedule a bit to accommodate a little room for their students to breathe.  I always have the position of liking and disliking her at the same time, but at this very moment I can only say…PAKISS NGA DOC TRI!..waha3!=)&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;It’s funny when you get to see your life transpiring in another person’s stories.  Perhaps, that thing about soul mates is true. I’m not an advocate of paranormal or pseudo-science or whatever you call it, there’s just this thing about connection.  It’s not the romantic stuffs that you see on the movie screens.  No.  That’s not what I’m talking about.  It’s the platonic feeling of having someone to talk to, and then realizing that what happened to you had also happened to her but some things are just twisted so you won’t have the exact same experience.  Interpersonal relationship would tell you that people have a need for affiliation, so maybe that is the reason why I can easily disclose myself to her.  Although she keeps on telling me that she has no future in counseling, but I’m seeing the exact opposite.  Sorry girl for disapproving your better judgment..haha!  I can talk to her for hours without getting tired of talking and listening and laughing and crying and mumbling.  She always sees the other side and that’s good because from time to time I need to have a devil’s advocate by my side (evil grin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This goes for all the people that I encounter everyday.  I would like to apologize if I am being crappy nowadays.  It means that I am too preoccupied with a lot of stuffs; things that you may know and know nothing about, that I tend to oversee the good side of having a tedious lifestyle.  Pardon me if I say things that contradict your opinions and beliefs.  I am molded to be blunt; I was raised and known that way.  Changes don’t happen overnight.  I am exerting effort, but sometimes it’s not enough.  If you were hurt in some way or another with what I said; forget about it, that doesn’t matter to me. I just said that matter-of-factly.  I don’t take it against you or your capabilities so you shouldn’t be doing that to yourself either.  That’s illogical when you know you’re dealing with me.  Forgive me if I tend to be childish at times, that’s because I want to feel that I am being taken care of.  I do most of the nurturing and mature things in the groups that I belong to, so don’t get surprised if I want to unleash the child within me.  It’s hard to be strong and stoic always, being childish is just my own way of releasing tension and stress.  Don’t get annoyed because it doesn’t happen everyday, and you’ll miss it once it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, I’ll be doing my &lt;strong&gt;intensive counseling&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow!!! Wish me luck!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-3241848893874200555?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/3241848893874200555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/3241848893874200555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2007/02/l0ng-p0st-d0esnt-mean-im-pissed.html' title='a l0ng p0st d0esn&apos;t mean i&apos;m pissed..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-116999405815908772</id><published>2007-01-28T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:20:58.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..success!!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;..success an week na 't0..bkit??..bkit??!!..dhil s0brang daming ginawa!!..pamatay!..buti na lang at napagtant0 k0 na ganit0 talaga ang buhay estujante..dpat magpakahay0k sa pag-aaral..tsk3..gayunpaman, nagpa2salmat pa rin ak0..khit gust0 k0 ng lamunin lhat ng libr0 sa library pra may mailabas lang ak0 na related lit para sa thesis pr0p k0..khit na gs2 k0 ng humilik sa 0blic0n class k0..at khit gs2 k0 ng idiagn0se an sarili k0 ng mental retardati0n sa pers0nality assessment class k0..para makatakas sa kamandag ni d0ct0r trinidad..an sklap tlga..ngay0n k0 tul0y naiisip..bkit ba k0 nagpsych?!..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;..cge2..dhil pinangak0 k0 sa sarili k0 na hindi na k0 masyad0ng magre2klam0..(0o, may ta0ng nagwi2sh ng gnun.at ak0 un..waha3!)..e2 na lang..e2 na lang an basahin niy0..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;buti na lang at 0bjectives an test sa law..dhil khit isang article wala ak0ng naaral dhil sa duty k0 sa j0b fair..hindi ak0 nagn0sebleed sa pageexplain ng cases..haha!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sa s0brang panga2rir k0 ng chapter 1..sum0bra pa ng 5 an related lit k0..&lt;br /&gt;sinipag ak0 gmwa ng thesis..nakaapekt0 ata un gam0t ng h0t0il..ginawang masunurin an mga brain cells k0.waha3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nakapagb0nding pa kme ng bestfriend k0 khp0n..khit na pareh0 na kmeng mukhang bangkay dhil sa sch0ol requirements..(sa su2n0d f0otspa nman an gwin nten chi..=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;umeepekt0 un paghiga k0 sa sahig na nakatula2 sa ceiling..0o..mej0 weird xa..per0 nawa2la un stress k0 dhil dun..try m0..maglgay ka nga lang ng mahi2gaan..malamig na kasi..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nakuha k0 na un gs2 k0ng s0undtrack ng grey's anat0my..thanks kay suzy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nakapunta na rin ak0 sa kfc na may dessert bar..at an sarap nung sundae na nasa prang fl0wer na waffle..astig!..slamat kay em..nasatisfy an mga alaga k0..waha3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;masaya nman sa megamall..kahit na kinalaban nmen ni ej an mga sa2kyan palabas ng parking..feeling nmen k0tse din kme..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;..at bukas retreat na nmen!..yah0o!..pahinga nman at nang makapagreflect sa mga pinagga2wa k0 sa buhay k0..makapagnilay nilay na nga..at baka magbag0 pa ang isip k0..maisipan k0 pang magwidraw sa psych at maging 0ut 0f sch0ol y0uth na lang..haha!..bka maisipan k0 ding magwidraw sa masteral pr0gram k0..bka lang..per0 wag nman sana ak0ng t0pakin at magpadal0s dal0s ng desisy0n..ilang buh0k na rin ang nalagas k0 dhil sa masteral k0 na yan..tsk2..di sila mabi2gyan ng justice kapg nagwidraw ak0..haha!..an sarap matul0g na natap0s na ang chap 1..self made instruments naman p0pr0belmahin k0..per0 saka na yan..sa ngay0n..sa kama na k0 hi2ga, di na k0 nakatula2..nakapikit na..malay k0..bka nakangiti pa k0 ngay0n habang tul0g..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-116999405815908772?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116999405815908772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116999405815908772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2007/01/success.html' title='..success!!..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-116739092010124147</id><published>2006-12-29T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:40:23.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..late na i2..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/1600/702305/DSCN1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/320/715320/DSCN1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; partner-partner..hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/1600/103041/DSCN1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/320/314547/DSCN1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wack0s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;..Last December 22 was our High School reunion-slash-Christmas party. It felt good that I was able to see again some of my classmates that I haven't seen for three years. Well, they haven't changed that much. It's either they gained weight, they lost some. They've grown their hair long, they kept it short. As for the boys? They haven't changed a bit. Haha! Mindless of those minor changes, wisdom remained wisdom. Despite the diversity of school orientations that we have now, we remained wisdom at heart. We are still as noisy and as boisterous as ever!haha! Of course pusoy dos wasn't forgotten, the pusoy Olympiads still held their title... (ehem!) I was really glad that they organized such a party, because it was really refreshing for me. Really. Really. Refreshing. thanks t0 malin, dani, charm, cge na nga si ivy na rin..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Mikhail is still into singing. Despite our not-so-good comments before, he is still passionate about it. Talk about fighting spirit. Waha3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Ivy the “tambutso girl” (*evil grin*) is getting slimmer and slimmer. I think getting stressed is an effective fat burner...hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;=Jenny is an out of school youth right now. She's shifting courses, from speech therapy to commerce majoring in accountancy. Harnessing interpersonal skills can really be mind boggling. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Rachy has a boyfriend! Haha!we were teasing her that night, but chi believe me we are so happy for you. Finally.=) I admire you for working and studying at the same time, but can still look pretty. I think it comes naturally. *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Charles is still into delivering speeches. And of course, he still doesn't know the word quit. Go Charles! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Lance as usual, brought with him passé jokes. It’s different when he's the one delivering the punch lines, “mas corny” haha! But he's dearly loved because he brings smiles to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Jose is still and will always be the star of the section. Well, I guess he deserves the title with all that waving and smiling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Febbie remained the "laughing maniac." We all laugh every time she laughs, it's like an epidemic. Hihi..(see?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;= Radha still has her famous hand gesture. Still as feminine as ever. *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;..So basically everybody remained like they were way back in High School. I think no matter how old we get, we will still be the little High School girls and boys, who love spending time with each other. We will still be the little boys and girls who see life one day at a time. We may grow old and be responsible for a lot of things, but when we are in each other's company we can always be ourselves. We can always forget the hassles of life and just be merry. That's the reason why I love being with them, because I can be as childish as I can get, and they wouldn’t care at all. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-116739092010124147?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116739092010124147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116739092010124147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/12/late-na-i2.html' title='..late na i2..=)'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-116541635089869172</id><published>2006-12-06T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:09:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..0bsessi0ns..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My c0usin lend me a dvd 0f this K0rean n0vela “It started with a kiss.” I saw it a c0uple 0f times in abs-cbn..its being aired every Saturday and Sunday. The first time I watched it, Jeannie (the lead actress) reminded me s0 much 0f my girl's female lead(by which I f0rg0t her name in that series..darn! what was it again?!) and Michael (the lead act0r) reminded me s0 much 0f Julianne (0f c0urse I w0uldn't f0rget his name..haha!). I wasn't h0oked that much because I wasn't able t0 f0ll0w the st0ry, but when I watched the full length 0f it…I c0uldn't help but ran it 0ver and 0ver in my head. The pl0t is really entertaining, th0ugh its much m0re shall0w than My Girl's. But I really, really l0ve it!!! Ariel Lin (Jeannie) is really c0mical and J0e Cheng (Michael) is…I d0n't kn0w h0w t0 describe him…but I like..l0ve...him!!!!..haha!..see??and he's cute t0o. His character in the series p0ssesses a 200 i.q, which by the way is s0meh0w imp0ssible..haha!..he's the smart-seri0us-cute-arr0gant but sweet type 0f guy. I kn0w the character is ficti0nal, but I w0uld like t0 think that there's s0meone 0ut there wh0 resembles Michael's wh0le being. (wishful thinking.tsk.)...Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/1600/554178/090.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3875/2341/320/569686/090.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...h0w c0mf0rting that hug must have been..hihi..=)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i've been busy f0r the last c0uple 0f days because 0f the centennial celebrati0n. I haven't rested f0r ab0ut a week, eventh0ugh classes were suspended.F0rtunately, Reming wasn't able t0 further t0rture my existence by p0uring heavy rain and bl0wing its mighty wind. I was really frightened th0ugh, the thing that happened t0 Bic0l…it was really scary. I'm just grateful that Reming changed its mind, and did n0t went all the way t0 0ur little place, and even in Manila...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Last Sunday was the grandest 0pening 0f St. Sch0lastica's Centennial Celebrati0n. There was a mass in the m0rning at Nin0y Aquin0 Stadium which was really jam packed with students, parents and guests. Then after that, there was this “fun walk.” (I didn’t get the idea 0f it being fun 0.o) Nevertheless, we tried 0ur very best t0 walk with a smile under the blazing heat 0f the sun. At least they had the decency t0 give us ice creams after the fun walk, and it was get all y0u can…s0…yeah…maybe it was really meant t0 be fun, because 0f the ice cream thingy at the end 0f the walk…haha!...later that aftern0on I attended the Alumnae H0mecoming. I was 0ne 0f the usherettes f0r that event. It was really tiring!!!! We had t0 stand fr0m 1:00-7:00 in the evening. Luckily, I was stati0ned at gate 5, the kuya guards there were s0 kind in 0ffering me and Debbie a chair t0 sit 0n. The f0od was fantabul0us!!...Spanish t0 japanese cuisines were all spread in the buffet table, and there were 100 cakes!!! And my fav0rite mang0 crepe…yum!..well, 0bvi0usly I ate a l0t..haha!...the 0nly d0wnfall 0f that event: I wasn't able t0 see Cory Aquin0 (bummer!)…but I saw Mitch Valdez th0ugh (0.o)…wh0 the hell cares??..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-116541635089869172?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116541635089869172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116541635089869172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/12/0bsessi0ns.html' title='..0bsessi0ns..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-116193162851444285</id><published>2006-10-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:24:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..an0ther day thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Since it is sembreak and boredom is already taking its toll on me; my mind now seems to be having its own mind for thinking thoughts buried deep in my unconscious. And thoughts of what happened days, months, years ago keep on popping out canceling each other. The effect of thinking as a hobby is never good, it either leaves you dumbfounded, confused, or simply "you want to think things thru again" stage. Mental exercise is more exhausting than burning fats. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Upon chatting with vanity 2 nights ago, I came across that thing you call "personal legend." And yes, vanity I was so inspired by you and your "ehem!" that I am now thinking of what I can do for the betterment of society or the people around me. And up until now, I can't seem to think of any. Pity me; I am so apathetic that even my brain cells are clamoring for some inspiration. I guess my personal legend will pop out through the help of divine intervention, which I doubt would happen.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My mornings are fully dedicated to household chores which I am trying to escape since the age of 10, but unfortunately my mom always has the last laugh. The only thing that I enjoy doing is feeding my puppies; they seem to understand my sentiments. And my evenings are very well spent in front of the tube (TV programs nowadays are so dramatic! If you see me watching, you can count the number of times I roll my eyes because of annoyance...tsk3), and texting (the joy of having technology around..haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My skill for semantics is diminishing by a quarter everyday. I tried reading "Chronicles of a Death Foretold" and I had a hard time understanding the message the author is trying to convey. Its either he is so full of himself for thinking that the plot of his so-called novel is getting somewhere and the characters are really intertwined to inconceivable mishaps or I am just so cynical, thinking that the book is just a piece of crap. (evil..haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I found out that the scientific name for kissing is "philematology." I didn't think that someone would still have the time to invent a scientific name for such a passionate hobby.haha! and that clamdiggers are jeans. Thanks to kris aquino, my fashion i.q is starting to increase bit by bit.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have been thinking of myself for the last couple of days (so narcissistic!) and I came upon a list of what I have been and what I have been not, the list frequently changes, that even I get confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WHAT I HAVE BEEN 1-0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;A crammer (uhuh!up until now I'm still under the spell of doing things at the 11th hour)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A professional procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Someone who candidly tells other people their faults, without even realizing the effect of being so blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Apathetic. Ermm…I simply do not care.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Perky, when I am around people who can spell f-u-n in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cynical. I learned that the absence of doubt does not mean you are knowledgeable but it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can do things simultaneously. Who says we can't do that?! We simply just don’t give the same amount of attention to everything that we do, so it shows that people are capable of doing things all at the same time. (Are thinking and talking not two different tasks?)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can live 4 separate lives, without having to worry that each life might bump into each other. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can get the things that she wants without having to exert so much effort, but in the end realizing that she no longer wants 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Worries so much, to the point of becoming agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can stand emotional distress until the nth level.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can isolate herself from the crowd that she belongs to without feeling introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A photo enthusiast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WHAT I HAVE BEEN NOT 1-0-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;Sensitive (I should be though, coz I'm learning the art of human nature. And this trait should go with my job description.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Poker faced. I usually get into petty arguments because of this. Can they blame me for having such a boorish and not charming face?haha!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A sweetheart. Nope honey. That just ain't me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Open. I talk a lot, but when it comes to private matters, my mouth automatically shuts up.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A person who dwells so much about other people's sentiments. I'm becoming too numb to mind other people's whims.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Your shoulder to cry on. Nah, I think I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Your partner, your confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Careful. Mistakes are always welcome, though sometimes it's kinda irritating when you commit the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Your doormat. I am so o0o0o0ovverrrr that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I changed my mind. I am still an advocate of mental exhaustion. After all, when the sun had set and our day clothes have been shred off we all go back to our own worlds, to our own paradises. And where else could it be but in our own heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-116193162851444285?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116193162851444285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/116193162851444285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/10/an0ther-day-thinking.html' title='..an0ther day thinking..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115890585611995770</id><published>2006-09-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:21:01.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..facticity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell is other people.&lt;br /&gt;-Jean Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to believe that all things would get better. &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;. For the past few weeks different kinds of people have been bugging me to no end. And it's just friggin' annoying sometimes. No matter how hard I try to understand the circumstances with which my patience is tested, it still gets the hell out of me. And the people, to whom I placed my trust so much, are the ones hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about what happened to us for the last couple of weeks, and it appears to me, that we are just wasting both of our time. My efforts are futile for you; I appear to be useless and insignificant. You know I'm good in seeing flaws in others, but in you I let all that flaws pass. I reason with myself that you just have too many problems to attend to. And my being sensitive about things shouldn't be your concern. I should understand. I didn't demand anything from you, because as you have said; you can't balance your academics and the other spheres of your non-existent life. It escapes you that I also get &lt;strong&gt;tired. Impatient. Angry.&lt;/strong&gt; Ranting about our mistakes would lead us nowhere. Blaming you for not taking care of what we had, would just make me feel miserable. I know I had my faults too, but I take full responsibility for it. &lt;strong&gt;I don't lie just to make you feel better.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what will happen next, but I hope you will realize what I am worth. &lt;strong&gt;Not a second of your time, not a face in your collection, not just someone to make you feel good about yourself, and not just someone that you can neglect. I am WAY MORE THAN THAT. &lt;/strong&gt;But still, I am forever grateful for the time I spent with you. You taught me a lot of things, and you made me see life, beyond what I can see. What we had was incomparable. It is something that I will never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the one who took or will take my place. Thank you, for making me see that I can't forever hold on to people that I love. Thank you, for making me feel the need to let go. You may or may not exist right now, but just the same, take good care of what you two have or will have.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;To you who only get to hear one side of the story. Don't blame it all on us. Ask the other person concern, you may find it shocking that we never even had the guts to abandon your cousin. That &lt;strong&gt;we try to stick with her even if all of our patience had gone up to our heads.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, we had our faults and we are sorry for that. And since your cousin is our friend, we respect you for having such kind of an attitude. If the urge of cursing or branding us names ever come to you again, feel free to say it to us personally. And just make sure that you are part of the story, not just some chic who wants to meddle with things that does not concern her in any way. If we have an attitude problem, yours is far way worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my friend, forgive us if we gossip your faults around. &lt;strong&gt;It's not a gossip actually it is a FACT.&lt;/strong&gt; And we didn't go and tell tales to people, it just so happen that they had the same experiences with you. So, you get the picture. You know how we are. You know how I am. I am always frank to your faults. I always confront you when the need arises. It's just that, I was not the one that you had a conflict with. If you were sensitive about it, you should have said sorry, but instead you wrote something offensive, and you had your cousin to aggravate the matter. Maybe you guys should talk face-to-face. And just a piece of advice hunny: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE OPEN TO CRITICISMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;We will always encounter people who'll inflict pain on us. Who will make our lives miserable, and who will test our character. But we should always remember the good things we get out from them. We should always commend the things that they have contributed to make us a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, hell may be other people, but it is us who makes our own HEAVEN in every HELL that we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115890585611995770?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115890585611995770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115890585611995770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/09/facticity.html' title='..facticity..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115569985257653015</id><published>2006-08-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:44:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's nice to wake up in the morning when all your worries are gone; when you can just enjoy your day, without thinking about the things or events that have stressed you the most.  Pardon my sappiness, I'm just happy as of the moment…^_^ well. Yes school is still getting the hell out of me.  That's why I haven't been on line for a couple of weeks now.  I've been reading a lot, and writing a lot.  But even though that's the case, I'm still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may not come as easy as they should.  I realized that now.  Yes, it &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; painful, difficult even life wrenching to some extent.  But then, if you were able to grasp the reason why it all happened, then you will be able to move on; stronger, tougher, and wiser than before.  And being too damn scared of getting hurt is the lamest excuse that a person can give.  How did I know?  &lt;s&gt;I was there before&lt;/s&gt;. And I tell you, it's no fun.  Well, some people may raise their eyebrows at you, some may condemn you, some may smile at you and some may support you.  I know the opinion of others gravely affect us.  But that should not hinder us from doing the things that we want; especially if it entails our happiness.  I just realized it now, minding other people's opinion so much is a self inflicted pain. Hehe.  And dwelling too much about the future is not a big help either.  It will either leave you helpless or afraid. Seizing the present moment, as they have come to exist is the right way to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for writing this.  As I have said, I'm just happy...^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I should be writing about.  Hell, I was so busy for the past few days that events just keep on popping out for me to write.  But I'll tell you about them some other time.  The only thing that I could tell you is that; going to the national library again is a big no-no for me.  That would be my last resort for whatever paper that I might be writing in the future.  Damn that place!..Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115569985257653015?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115569985257653015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115569985257653015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-nice-to-wake-up-in-morning-when_15.html' title=''/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115569779409958722</id><published>2006-08-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:09:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's nice to wake up in the morning when all your worries are gone; when you can just enjoy your day, without thinking about the things or events that have stressed you the most.  Pardon my sappiness, I'm just happy as of the moment…^_^ well. Yes school is still getting the hell out of me.  That's why I haven't been on line for a couple of weeks now.  I've been reading a lot, and writing a lot.  But even though that's the case, I'm still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may not come as easy as they should.  I realized that now.  Yes, it WAS painful, difficult even life wrenching to some extent.  But then, if you were able to grasp the reason why it all happened, then you will be able to move on; stronger, tougher, and wiser than before.  And being too damn scared of getting hurt is the lamest excuse that a person can give.  How did I know?  &lt;s&gt;I was there before&lt;/s&gt;. And I tell you, it's no fun.  Well, some people may raise their eyebrows at you, some may condemn you, some may smile at you and some may support you.  I know the opinion of others gravely affect us.  But that should not hinder us from doing the things that we want; especially if it entails our happiness.  I just realized it now, minding other people's opinion so much is a self inflicted pain. Hehe.  And dwelling too much about the future is not a big help either.  It will either leave you helpless or afraid. Seizing the present moment, as they have come to exist is the right way to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for writing this.  As I have said, I'm just happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I should be writing about.  Hell, I was so busy for the past few days that events just keep on popping out for me to write.  But I'll tell you about them some other time.  The only thing that I could tell you is that; going to the national library again is a big no-no for me.  That would be my last resort for whatever paper that I might be writing in the future.  Damn that place!..Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115569779409958722?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115569779409958722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115569779409958722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-nice-to-wake-up-in-morning-when.html' title=''/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115341177212356906</id><published>2006-07-20T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:04:36.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..wtf!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't have anything interesting to say.aside from the fact that school's getting the hell out of me, i'm in a pit of emotional disturbance, and my left shoulder and lower back's aching coz of carrying books which i do not have the slightest inkling as to why i have to bother reading them.my life's normal.yeah.way too normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you...you...i don't know what to call you.is it so hard to fathom, that you are insensitive?don't blame it all on me.i know my faults i don't need you reminding me.thanks, but no thanks.you should be aware of what you are doing because i'm not the only one you're hurting.of course you don't know those people.because as i have said.you are friggin' insensitive!way to go dude!you really are one of a kind.i'm so done with you!find somebody else to play with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha!i'm not going to school tomorrow!i miss my bed, my pillows, my room.its been quite a while since i had a quality time with them.they are dying of jealousy, because i'm now deeply attached to my computer.tsk3.i need to rekindle our bonding.or they might revolt against me.i-don't-want-to-sleep-on-the-floor!LOL!four movies are piled up for tom's movie marathon.cars.superman(finally!).tokyo drift and 16 blocks.the dvd's have been looking at me at the top shelf everyday.wishing that i pay attention to them.haha!don't worry my humble servants your master is now here to heed your untiring request.lol!and nobody, i say, nobody will utter a single word about books, school,case study,statistical tool,written reports,experiment,test administration and whatever psychological terms there may be tomorrow or i'll shoot them in the head!better yet i'll sliced them off to microscopic pieces!haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my girl..oh my girl..you are my only consolation. my refuge. my strength. what am i to do without you?haha!..sicko!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rosseau is so right when he said.."man is born free, but is everywhere in chains"..need i say more? *rolls her eyes**pounds her fist*..got the point?lol.i need to sleep...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115341177212356906?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115341177212356906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115341177212356906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/07/wtf.html' title='..wtf!...'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115150848287966010</id><published>2006-06-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:28:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            I am fond of reading magazines.  Those that are substantial enough to at least give me bits of information, aside from the overly expensive line of beauty products which I do not have the slightest intention of using.  And to pass my boredom from waiting for S.C's meeting I went to the library and browsed some magazines.  I wouldn't want to read something from national geographic, neither do I want to read something from science journals; now thinking about it I should have settled with that, so I decided to read METRO.  Did I just see a rat scramming away from under my bed?!  I can't believe it, there's a rat in my room!!!!  Shoot!  Where are the ghostbusters when you need them?  Where was I?  Right.  METRO.  The cover girls are; Izza Calsado, Angel Aquino (I prevented myself from salivating by merely looking at her perfect figure), and Angel Jacob (as far as I can remember that’s her name).  After reading…errr…looking at pages and pages of smiling women dressed in what-planet-did-she-come-from? gowns, I started to loathe technology.  Or picture editor for that matter.  Those women are mocking us.  Yeah.  I know I'm being cynical.  But I think or I'd rather believe that no women alive can be as perfect as those depicted from the magazine's pages.  I know those women are gorgeous; perfect set of teeth, flawless skin, silky hair and has a body to die for.  But showcasing them makes women who are, how should I say this, not within their level feel awful about themselves.  Can we comfort ourselves by saying that at least we have brains to brag about?  That we are smart to the point that we terrify others the minute we start talking?  How about those who are not blessed with both?  Will talent suffice for that?  I don’t know the reason why I'm ranting about this.  Am I just being pathetic for those women who are not fortunate to have beauty and brains or beauty alone?  Or am I just plain envy with Angel Aquino?nya-ha-haha!  &lt;br /&gt;FYI:  I AM STILL A FAN OF MAGAZINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Aside from watching MY GIRL, my second solace is Jessica Zafra's &lt;em&gt;Twisted &lt;/em&gt;books.  Believe me, that woman is a walking dictionary!  She uses words so powerfully, that you can actually feel what she's saying.  No she's not a novelist, she's a journalist.  But in my perspective, she's a great insulter.  She seems to have a say about almost anything.  Well- rounded that she knows anything from movies, to books, to politics, to supernatural beings, to whatever.  Name it.  She can say something stupid about it.  Upon reading two of her twisted series books, I'm grappling to read a third.  Maybe because we share the same passion:  criticizing.  If there's something wrong about something, don't just stay quiet for crying out loud!  Say something.  That's her principle.  I don't like to be as smart as she is to the point that other people looks like a dimwit in her presence.  I haven't seen her in person, but I don't have the intention of doing so.  The glasses alone terrify me, thank you.  I love the way she writes, because it's done with pure honesty.  Try reading one of her movie reviews and you'll have a feeling of not going to the movie house ever. Ha3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I thought of a way as to not aggravate my poor existence.  Problems=bigger problems.  If I feel lousy about something, I'll just think of those children in Africa.  The video sister Angelica presented made me feel so blessed that I promised not to complain anymore, which is next to impossible.  But really, now I'm in a pit of unbalanced emotional hormones (if such condition do exist) and I'm thinking that there are people out there who have bigger problems than the ones I have, and it will make me feel good.  Not that I'm making myself feel better to the expense of other people, I'm just doing that to remind myself that next to them my problems are nothing but a booger.  So, let's all say "problems are nothing but boogers stuck in our noses."  Try using a tissue or a wet cottonbud, I think that will stop irritating your nose. _SMILE_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Try listening to Sitti.  She has a very, very, very, did I say very already? Calming voice.  Makes me feel elated every time I listen to her.  It’s unusual to the scream-your-lungs-out songs I've been hearing from my brother's playlist everyday.  Oh. How comforting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115150848287966010?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115150848287966010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115150848287966010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-fond-of-reading-magazines.html' title=''/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-115045141240317185</id><published>2006-06-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:56:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..first day high..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have the right to complain because my schedule is hassle free.he2. I don't have classes during Wednesdays and Fridays, but I think those days would be for project making and brain storming. Yeah. I'm right. They are for those excruciating moments.he2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first day was not so good, thanks to the following reasons (Blech!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our psychological Testing professor loves to check papers, thus she is requiring us at least 50 paperworks for this semester. Can you imagine 50 papers for 4 months?! Considering we still have to conduct tests and interviews. I can only say good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We spent our first day in the library researching for a 25 page material about psychological tests (it's for the same professor!). I have to read that, because she's giving a quiz next meeting. I don't know if the contents of that 25 page photocopy material would squeeze in my tiny brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was voted as the class president. Not that I resent the challenges, it's just that 3rd year is a very crucial year for us, so added responsibility should not be entertained. I'm just glad my blockmates are very cooperative, so I hope I wouldn't be having a hard time representing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our philosophy professor required us to read an 11 page article about reflection relating to life, but we don't have our books yet. It's a good thing we saw Fac. Beley, if not for him we would still be searching for a way to get that material, considering that the book is not available in the library. What was she thinking anyway?! Making us read something, not available in the library and the author of that book is also a professor in St. Scho so naturally it's also not available in the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our finance subject was moved to Monday. I was so glad when I got my reg. card because I thought I don't have a class during Mondays. But it turned out, I'm not that lucky. There was no other available time for my M.A subject which is finance except Monday from 7:30-9:00. Finance is my only class during Mondays, what-a-waste-of-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just as we are about to go home, the rain poured hard. I forgot to bring my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm restraining myself from complaining; really I'm trying to break free from that habit. But if these are the kind of things that will happen to me everyday, I just couldn't help myself.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is that, we were de-blocked. After all those promises that it wouldn't happen to our department; there, only 22 of us were left in 301A. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something from (insert-name-here)'s blog. Well, I'm not that airy to say that I am the one that entry is pertaining to. But it really swept me off my feet (widest possible grin.he2). That was the first time I felt good after several months. Jeez! I looked like a silly grade school girl when my friends asked me about it. He2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-really-love-my-girl!!!! As in I'm a total fan of that koreanovela. After full house and kim sam soon, that's my next addiction. I like the way the characters were portrayed by the actors, very effective. I can't help but laugh at Jasmine's stupidity, Nico's suave moves, and Julianne's seriousness. That program consoles me after a tiring day.he2. My blockmate asked me if I want to watch it at full length, and I said no. That would spoil my every night. And I think, it being dubbed in Filipino is funnier because it can really hit the right buttons.he2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-115045141240317185?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115045141240317185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/115045141240317185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high.html' title='..first day high..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114882769782303947</id><published>2006-05-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T07:48:17.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_27 Mayo 2006_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Pitong kabataan ang namataan (ang 2 nauna ng umuwi sa kadahilanang hindi maaaring banggitin at ang isa naman ay pasaway na nahuli dahil sa kadahilanan na pwede nang sabihin.  Dahil sa isang interbyu.he2.) na sumugod sa 2 givenchy st..blah..blah..blah.  sa madaling sabi: sa bahay namin.he2.  Sila ay sina Andrew, melai, tiffany, jok8, febbie, kai at gla (na hindi man lang nakapas0k sa l0ob dahil ipinagtulakan na siya palabas.ha3!).  Ang mga ito ay wala lamang magawa sa kanilang buhay at nais magpalipas ng oras at magpagod na bumyahe sa bayan ng cavite upang makasama lang ang naghihikahos bagama't napakaganda nilang kaibigan (ehem!)ha3!.  Ito seryoso na….&lt;br /&gt;            Natuwa ako dahil nagbigay ng sapat na oras ang mga taong nabanggit upang bisitahin ako, sino ba naman ako dba?  Hamak na dyosa lamang na walang magawa sa kanilang tahanan kundi mag buhay dyosa pa rin (hay.ang hirap pala ng buhay ko.ha3!).  Ang gusto sana naming lahat ay bisitahin ang bagong bukas na mall ngayon, ang MALL OF ASIA.  Kaya lang dahil sa bakasyon at mahina ang kurakot sa allowance ay ipinapaliban na lang ang panonood ng X-MEN:The Last Stand.  At ipinagpalit na lang namin 'to sa walang humpay na tawanan sa kalalaro ng 1-2-3 pass na laging nadadali ng pulbos sina Febbie at Andrew (ang hu2say kce ng actions eh!he2) at syempre di mawawala ang tsikahan na dinaig pa ni Andrew si boy abunda sa pagtatanong.  Pero maigi din naman yun, dahil nagkaroon kami ng mga bagong kaalaman tungkol sa isa't isa kahit na matagal na kaming magkakakilala.  Sa pag-uusap kagabi ay dun ko lang natanto na tumtanda na talaga kami.  Akalain mo ba namang may halo ng pulitika, at mga gustong gawin sa buhay ang naging tema ng talakayan (naks!).  At nandun pa rin ang kwentong pag-ibig na mapapasabi ka na lang ng sh**! ang tanga ko pala.  Pero gayunpaman, ay sanay na ang tropa dyan.  (eh, pano pare2ho lang ata kami.ha3!).  kagabi ko lang din nalaman na kami lang ni jokate ang nagkakasundong magbeach.  Oo.  Ayaw nila sa beach dahil mas masarap daw lumangoy sa swimming pool ika nga ni Febbie.  Kung sa bagay, pero kung ako ang tatanungin mas gusto ko pa din sa dagat.  Maalat kasi ang tubig at libre na ang pagpapatalas ng panlasa.ha3!  bukod sa panonood ng sine, pagkain, pagtsi2smisan, paborito din naming past time ang kodakan.  Nangunguna na dyan si tiffany na ginawang digi-cam ang telep0no ni Andrew, kung sa bagay may flash nga naman.he2.  kung ano2 ng itsura namin, kahit hindi ako photogenic at minsan ay nagmumukhang artista sa larawan ay sige sinakyan ko ang hilig ni kambal.  Minsan lang naman eh.  Minsan lang siya magpasama sa picture!ha3!  sa kabuuan ay nag-enjoy talaga ko at kung bibigyan ng pagkakataon ay mas pipiliin ko pa rin ang pagtambay kasama sila.  Ang kinaibahan nga lang, gusto ko may pera at hindi butas ang bulsa .ha3!&lt;br /&gt;            Marahil ay nagtataka ka na ngayon kung bakit tagalog ata ang entry ko.  Ewan ko.  Impluwensya yata ni Bob Ong. (pati yata istilo eh pinilit ko na ring gayahin).  Sinubukan ko lang naman, aba'y masaya pala!aha3!  ngayon lang ako nakatapos ng libro ni BO at yung huling libro pa niya ang binasa ko na wala namang masyadong nakatutuwang detalye bukod sa pagiging manunulat niya.  Hindi ako nagbabasa ng libro niya dati sa dahilang pakiramdam ko eh puro kababawan sa pagkokomedya lang ang laman.  Pero hindi naman pala.  May mapupulot ka ding aral at mga bagay na kikiliti sa iyong isipan.  Sayang nga at hindi ko nabisita ang website niya noon na Bobong Pinoy kung saan una siyang nakilala.  Hindi ako tagahanga, nahusayan lang ako sa istilo niya kasi hindi ako naghikab kahit minsan. (ayos!)  Parang nainspire yata ako maging manunulat.  Pero sabi nga niya kung hobby mo lang ang pagsulat at hindi ito isang pasyon para sayo eh wag mo nang balakin.  Mahirap nga naman ang paganahin lagi ang utak at magimbento ng mga bagay bagay na minsan ay hindi mo na rin alam kung saan ang tungo.  Mahirap yatang kalabanin ang katamarang mag-isip.  Pero kung ikaw yung tipo ng tao na walang ibang ginawa sa buong maghapon kundi tumunganga at kunwari'y nagiisip ng malalim.  Baka may pagasa ka.  Pag-asang maging baliw kung hindi mo yan ititigil.he2.  sa kabuuan nasiyahan naman ako sa aking binasa (hindi ba halata?!)&lt;br /&gt;            Tatapusin ko na 'to alam ko namang masakit na ang mata mo sa pagtitig sa monitor at pinagtyatyagaan m0 na lang basahin ang basurang litanya ko.  Titigilan ko na rin ang pagiging babaeng version ni Bob Ong, baka paggising ko bukas, di ko na ituloy ang kurso ko at magsulat na lang ng walang katuturan.  Pagbigyan mo na ko, di ko naman seseryosohin 'to eh, napagkatuwaan ko lang.  Bakit?  Di ka ba nag-enjoy sa pagbabasa?he2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114882769782303947?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114882769782303947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114882769782303947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/05/27-mayo-2006-pitong-kabataan-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114785124584747850</id><published>2006-05-17T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:40:46.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..mix em0..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-Summer class is over. I'm looking forward to a month of being a professional bum, of being a couch potato, and of being lazy.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I enjoyed my summer classes, maybe because the course subjects that I took were not that complex yet. Yeah, my professor in acc0unting 2 was so considerate that she gave me a B+. Thinking about it makes me feel guilty, because I don't think I deserve that grade.ha3! Honestly speaking, all I did in her class is to annoy her, to ask silly questions just so my boredom from sitting for 3 hours would pass. I was fixated when I was a child and my attention span is that of a toddler.ha3! kidding. She was so boring, that you can't stand seeing or listening to her even a mere second. But you'll get interested if she starts writing in the blackboard.ha3! [naughty, naughty me] shoot! I forgot to transfer her pics to my phone, I hope kriska hadn't erase them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that happened after my summer classes, so I'm not bored yet..he2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RELAXING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We went swimming last Wednesday, just to celebrate the end of our summer classes. It was my first time to go basking in the sun with all my companions being girls. It was fun because we were all giddy and silly. We took pictures almost everywhere, even the lifeguard became our photographer just so everyone would be included in our mini pictorial.ha3! The best part for me was the wave pool. Cool, big and splashing waves. I really enjoyed that one, I almost laugh-my-lungs-out.ha3! I even cut myself because of excessive laughter. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REWARDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;M0ther's Day was, as always special for our family. There were flowers and gifts, cards and letters, foods and drinks, laughter and tears. He2. My cousins were so persistent in exhausting their vocal chords that they sang almost all our videoke cd's. They were so noisy. My kuya Floyd can no longer talk coherently, and snored like it's his first time to sleep. He3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Last Monday, we went to dv (that's divisoria) mall to buy some fabric for my lola's curtains. I have never seen such a crowded place, considering that bagyong Caloy's tail is still in the country. He2. Name it and dv has it. Almost all items can be found there, from undies to silver wares, toys to bags. The things that you can buy at the mall, you can buy it there but cheaper. You'll get a lot out of your 1k. It's fun to look at people bargaining and some are even arguing already. The stall owners there are mostly Chinese and Koreans, seldom would you see a Filipino stall owner. Those migrants are getting rich out of our consumption, but then again it's good because they provide employment. And the not so well off Filipinos can buy cheaper but of the same quality stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Friday! I'll go out with my High School friends. We will watch The Da Vinci Code, and visit Charm afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I love the weather today, windy and cloudy but minus the rain. I hate rainy days not because you'll get stuck at home doing nothing, but because I feel like everything's dirty and wet and I hate to bring an umbrella whenever I go out. I can't wear slippers without the dirt getting into my toenails. It's very uncomfortable. Lastly, it's not sensible to go swimming during rainy days, and that's what bothers me the most.waha3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character. Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble? A group of investigators got together and analyzed the personalities of well known and modern cartoon characters. The information that was gathered was made into this test...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y0ur test results:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never wants to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's fun ny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people, and you will be stress free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114785124584747850?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114785124584747850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114785124584747850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/05/mix-em0.html' title='..mix em0..'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114645490496566996</id><published>2006-04-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:41:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;tell me ab0ut it&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     She sits by the window, her face hidden behind the sheer curtains.  She has this distant look in her eyes.  She didn't want to feel the pain, she thought she was okay.  But she thought wrong.  Different emotions are starting to surge up, no matter how hard she tried avoiding it. They are like nightmares that constantly haunt her sleep, waking her up in the middle of the night grasping for breath.  She feels like a frozen time clock left inside a time capsule that can never be found.  She touches the necklace dangled in her neck, the heart pendant that was once her source of joy.  Looking at it drifts her back in time, memories started to flood her already clouded mind.  She didn't notice it, but tears have started to flow.  Her memories have betrayed her again.  She feels lost, lost in a pool of questions that can never be answered.  What had she done wrong?  That, she couldn't think.  She sits there in tears for what it seems like eternity.  When all of a sudden she wipes her face and stood up.  She removed the necklace and went outside.  The wind cool upon her face, while the sand brought warmth to her feet.  She walks slowly clasping the necklace with both of her hands, having second thoughts of what she's about to do.  She wonders on how marvelous it is that shores never meet and yet they share the same sand.  She felt relieved with that thought. And she realized that though they don't share the same feeling anymore, at one point in her life they shared the same world.  And that's enough for her.  It's enough that she got to have the chance of being close to someone that matters to her so much.  She placed the necklace in the water, and watches it being embraced by the little blue waves.  She folded her hands and closed her eyes.  She let out a heavy sigh; not because of regret, but because finally she felt loose.  She may not be alright at the present moment. She may still mourn for a love lost tomorrow, or the day after that.  But she knows that time can heal, and eventually she'll be out of the misery she's in.  She can smile whole-heartedly again, without feeling either hurt or angst.  She may wear her heart on her sleeve again, but this time she knows when to stand up when bruised.  And when to move on, and let go.  She walks back towards her solitude, with her long black hair dancing with the breeze.  She didn't look back.  No, she didn't.  And she never will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114645490496566996?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114645490496566996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114645490496566996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me-ab0ut-it.html' title='&gt;&gt;tell me ab0ut it&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114543681105767417</id><published>2006-04-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:53:31.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;its nice t0 be back!&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;            Alas!  I was able to visit my blog again and go online.  No, I was not busy.  I just don't have my net card.he2.  It's the second week of my summer classes, and I'm already tired of analyzing trigger questions such as:  do you think, you think on your own?  Or if pleasure and success is not enough, what comes next?  Don't get me wrong, I like intellectual resuscitation, but don't you agree that thinking is rather tiring than playing a team sport, say basketball?  And another is the mind boggling accounting.  Passing accounting 1 is considered to be a big accomplishment for me, and I thought I was starting to like it.  (FYI:  I hate numbers, and I consider myself to be a forever novice in dealing with formulas and analyzing problems that involve numbers.  In short, I am no math lover.).  But here I am, sitting in Mrs. Dimapilis' class from 10:00-12:30 looking dumb and frustrated.  I just hate it, when I don't understand something. &lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, I've been meddling with my thoughts for 10 days now.  And here are some of the things that came across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL GRASPS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;^If you consider someone to be special, no matter how hard she/he tries to hurt you that person will still remain special for you.  No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^Common sense is not common at all.  Its basis is your own social group, which varies from one person t0 an0ther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Common sense is an escape to deeper thinking.  You only prescribe to what has been traditionally practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^It is not enough to say that you know; it's more proper to say you seek to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^You feel bad when you do something against your will.  Others feel bad, when you do something in accordance to what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^No two people can have the same understanding.  We just know when to give respect and when to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^There is no person in the whole wide world that can have a full understanding of your ideas, opinions or experiences even if you bleed explaining it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^You forgive, but you can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^You move on, but you don't close the doors behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^Maturity makes people think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^You can't choose your emotions; when to feel it, how to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^Love does not make you stronger; it only makes you endure longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;^No matter how hard headed you are, there's a human being out there created to make your heart weak, and yes the head will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^Complicated things do not exist, perplexed minds do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;^You don't manifest the same intensity of attitude to all people.  It depends on how they treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the realizations that I have.  I am not saying that you should accept these, because I didn't write or think about them for your acceptance.  It's for my own mental gratification and my own peace of mind.he2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114543681105767417?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114543681105767417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114543681105767417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-nice-t0-be-back.html' title='&gt;&gt;its nice t0 be back!&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114396138535709791</id><published>2006-04-01T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:03:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;am i l0vely and d0 y0u l0ve me c0z&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Will be pleased world if this is what you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;This young girl is everything that you've made.&lt;br /&gt;What would you say?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'll be nice. I'm a mature person dealing with a self-absorbed bi*tc*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do some people fret t0o much on popularity? Will it kill them if they dress with shirts that are not branded? Will they be ostracized if they haven't been to the most in- clubs and restaurants? Why become a social climber? Do friendship, acceptance, trust and loyalty not count? You wasted so much dearie. We were all there to support you, we let your faults and shortcomings pass. We tried to help you in every way that we can. We made your life easy. But you were the one who made things complicated. We do not study in a premier institution just to showcase all the things that we can buy, and all the places that we have been to. We study, because we want to succeed in life. We study, because we want to have a secure future. We study, so that eventually we'll have the things that we can't buy and go places. Well yes, we do envy girls who can afford everything. But that is not a reason for us to pretend to be like them. We are all accepted aren't we? There were no standards set. What happened? I don't know, maybe you drifted away to some place that made you the way you are now. I'm sorry but all our trust faded away. You failed us. I can't say that there's always a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! End of comfort zone. My summer class starts tomorrow. Well I am excited for the reason that I have something productive to do this summer, and my wallet will not go dry.ha3! Though my only problem lies in waking up at 5:30 every morning, when all the people here are still in the solace of their dream lands. It's funny because I'm really getting serious with my studies. Oh well, I'm not that young anymore. I have to be a responsible adult in the future, so it's good to start now.ha3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am glad because we are able to retain our block. And we survived four consecutive semesters. There were a lot of problems encountered because of our pre-major, and of course statistics. Nonetheless, we still made it. I know next sem will not be that easy anymore [as if the last one is a no-brainer. Blech!. It was friggin hard already!] I just hope we can all make it to the final cut. And another thing, I was able to retain my grades for the dean's list. So happy! Forget all the sleepless nights, the fights over senseless projects. The money stashing, and all the complaints for doing almost ¾'s of the paper. It’s all worth it. At least I was able to get my pay-off. I still have to do better next time. Aim for 3.7? ha3! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114396138535709791?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114396138535709791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114396138535709791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-l0vely-and-d0-y0u-l0ve-me-c0z_01.html' title='&gt;&gt;am i l0vely and d0 y0u l0ve me c0z&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114276485627912113</id><published>2006-03-19T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:40:56.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;spurts 0f pr0fanities&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am not a saint, and sad to say I was not born to be one.  I get mad, irritated, angry and grumpy sometimes.  And I do understand that some people were just born to be insensitive.  I don't know, but I have always been patient and understanding of others' shortcomings and faults.  I don't get mad easily and as much as possible I remain calm under stressful circumstances.  But now I believe that every thing has its own limitations, even patience.  No matter how hard I try to let it pass and to bury the hatchet, I just can't.  I can't accept the fact that I am being tortured by someone who does not have; in any way, the right to bring me agony.  I am being sappy here, but that is what I'm feeling right now.  A big big loser.  Why are we created to inflict pain to other people?  Is it for us to understand the fleeting feeling of happiness and experience lifetime anguish?  Nah.  I have to think positively about this.  After all there are other outlets that need my utmost attention.  Laugh. Smile. Drop. Forget.  Right.  Time will tell, and eventually heal.  Fate can't do everything f0r me.  I can work this out by living at the present moment.  Not sticking to past memories might be a great help.  Our past should be relished, not something to be pouted at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As f0r vanity's debut.  I really had fun; eating at jabee's wearin' a f0rmal dress, chatting until wee hours of the morning.  Not sleeping at all.ha3!.And of course the dancing m0ment [ehem!]. ha3!  That was a wonderful experience for me. And I did wish that we don't have to part ways.  I don't understand why time flies so fast when you're having fun..right eh?..i h0pe I'll be able to spend time again with th0se weird0s..ha3!..Beautiful, w0nderful and funny pe0ple.  Definitely 0ne 0f a kind..hi3!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114276485627912113?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114276485627912113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114276485627912113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/03/spurts-0f-pr0fanities_114276485627912113.html' title='&gt;&gt;spurts 0f pr0fanities&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114192246713583792</id><published>2006-03-09T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:43:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;felt like screaming!&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j0i:bsta bevz text m0 lng ak0 kng nasend m0 na,pnta n q cybert [4:45 p.m]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bevz: j0i sarad0 ung c0mputer sh0p dit0 smen..waah!!! [5:00 p.m]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are times that things just d0n't g0 0ur way. yes, i have c0me t0 realize that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday was scheduled f0r the submissi0n of 0ur data analysis. we did that. i spent several h0urs in fr0nt 0f the c0mp. trying t0 figure 0ut what meth0d t0 use. regressi0n 0r c0rrelati0n. i tried using b0th. there, n0 significant result. but i explained it anyway. s0 in sh0rt i was c0nfident ab0ut what i did. assuming things can really kill pe0ple. he2. came statistics and i handed my neatly printed data analysis, when Dr. Marian0 said, "iha, mali it0 dapat nag paired t-test ka." huwat?!..after th0se h0urs 0f mind b0ggling c0nfusi0n, y0u're telling me that it's n0t c0rrect. ok fine. i can adapt t0 that. but then he said y0u have t0 submit y0ur data bef0re 4. 0r y0u'll get 50 as the highest sc0re if y0u submit it t0m. he's t0o c0nsiderate right? i just l0ve t0 kick his--whatever. my gr0upm8s and i went all the way t0 cavite because 0ur data was st0red in my p.c and it's hard t0 find a c0mp sh0p in manila that has spss v.o 11.5. at 3 they were ready t0 g0 and pass 0ur data. but jaran! the diskette wasn't w0rking!.and its already 4.i have n0 net card s0 i can't send the file thru e-mail. i tried g0ing t0 the c0mp sh0p, they're cl0se fixing their server.i tried g0ing t0 my bestfriend's h0use t0 use their c0mp, my diskette wasn't opening. g0od thing her c0usin th0ught 0f lending me her netcard. s0 at 5:20 i was able t0 send the file. and an0ther blessing is that, j0y is such a g0od s0ul that it w0uld be a sin n0t t0 believe her.he2.s0 eventually after minutes 0f j0y's using her inn0cent l0oks in persuading Dr. Mariano he finally gave in and accepted 0ur data analysis!.whew!.if that didn't turn 0ut well, i d0n't kn0w if i can still talk..ha3!..glad that was 0ver.p0lishing 0ur final paper is 0ur next task.i d0 h0pe fate w0n't play its tricks 0n us again c0s its n0t funny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm excited f0r saturday.i have s0mething t0 wear aside fr0m rags 0r sacks which malin gave as an 0pti0n.he2.but i haven't th0ught ab0ut the gift just yet.i have n0 idea what t0 buy. suggesti0n any0ne?but i'm excited!i'll be seeing th0se wack0s again.can't wait!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114192246713583792?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114192246713583792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114192246713583792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/03/felt-like-screaming.html' title='&gt;&gt;felt like screaming!&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114160421809573507</id><published>2006-03-06T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:24:23.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;anxieties&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 more weeks to go, and school's over. Thank God!. I have never been this busy for the last 19 years, and I'm quite loving it. He2!. Well of course I complain from time to time, I think that's normal. Human beings are susceptible to sufferings, and the only way we can minimize them is through complaining.I like the challenge, it keeps me going. But I also need some rest, so I'll need a time off from these dreadful requirements. he2. 2 weeks of vacation and I'm back to school again. Why did I enroll for my masters this early??[See I’m complaining again.ha3!.told you it's normal]. I thought I can pass accounting 1 with ease, since it's not that complex yet. But our professor has other things in mind. She always gives us tons of assignments and tests to work on. She's kind and witty alright, but I don’t like the piles of garbage she's throwing in at us!.ha3! And then again, there's statistics. I want to kiss Dr. Mariano last friday, when he told us that our thesis defense will not push through. But I instantly changed my mind, when he told us that we need to pass our final paper this coming Friday [talk about cramming!]. He's good in bringing the good news first, so that we can't complain when he announces the bad one. Jeez!..i’m still having a hard time figuring out how to use SPSS v.o 11.5. And if our study has any significance at all!. It always turns out that there is none. I'm starting to worry for my final grade, because it might not have a significance for my dean's lister requirements also.ha3!. I wanted t0 just get l0st and hibernate s0mewhere where w0rk is n0t included in their v0cabulary yet. But then again I realize that we really have to bear the agony of studying. Ha! Just imagine the emotion that will surge up once your diploma is within your grasp already. Exhilarating.hi3! [dreaming..].ok. back to reality. I still have to study for my long test in accounting. After making us drool from doing 5 financial statements, she's still not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ivy's debut is on Saturday already. She really loves to surprise us.he2. if I haven't read my mail, I wouldn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;What to wear?..what to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114160421809573507?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/feeds/114160421809573507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22937983&amp;postID=114160421809573507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114160421809573507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114160421809573507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/03/anxieties.html' title='&gt;&gt;anxieties&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114096573002179775</id><published>2006-02-26T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:01:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;crappy th0ughts&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guys walang class tom..postponed ang classes sa metr0 manila f0r all levels..pls pass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, n0 classes again. I know I should be jumping for joy right now. But I’m not. Because this means we have to schedule another make up class and that is just what we need to further damage our already near-to-being-crushed brain. I hate my Monday schedule, because its 3 hours of literature and 3 hours of accounting who on earth would want to take classes of that sort during a Saturday? D0es anyone want that??!!..huh!?..i hate t0 admit it, but I was never a fan of Shakespeare or a digger for balance sheets. No thank you. I just wish my prof’s would be sensible enough to schedule our make up classes during weekdays. I really hate going to school on a Saturday. [Did I say that already?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I d0n’t know what’s happening right now or what will happen. Call me apathetic or whatever you like, but I’m quite tired of watching the news. It only disappoints me. I know I should be aware of the things that are happening right now, so that I’ll have a better view of these issues. But personally, I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’ve lost my trust to a lot of people, including our government. I shouldn’t be writing about this, because for starters I am not politically educated neither am I politically motivated. But I, along with other Filipinos want a stable government and of course a peaceful country. But I think that’s quite impossible right now. N0t after all these rallies and clashing of opinions. Let’s all hope for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114096573002179775?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/feeds/114096573002179775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22937983&amp;postID=114096573002179775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114096573002179775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114096573002179775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/02/crappy-th0ughts.html' title='&gt;&gt;crappy th0ughts&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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-22937983.post-114096092197982943</id><published>2006-02-26T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T05:35:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;i did it!..yey!&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..my..i spent alm0st 4 h0urse just t0 make this bl0g..and jara2n..its finished!..yey!..s0 happy..i'm s0 happy!&gt;.hi3!..i'll p0st a sensible 0ne s0me 0ther time..i just want t0 see the 0utc0me 0f my p0st..tata!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&gt;&gt;y0u can never kn0w the depth that enc0mpasses us all by merely reading letters&lt;&lt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22937983-114096092197982943?l=bevz0311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/feeds/114096092197982943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22937983&amp;postID=114096092197982943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114096092197982943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22937983/posts/default/114096092197982943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bevz0311.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-did-ityey.html' title='&gt;&gt;i did it!..yey!&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>bEvZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273717532061846084</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>
