<?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-24107112</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:21.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaynetics. The study of thought processes. Jayne's thought processes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5125546929944911042</id><published>2009-04-06T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:44:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh, happy april 6th?</title><content type='html'>Just got home from a day out with the family. Haha, you see, that rarely happens but today is my sister's 7th birthday so yeah, I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went to Manila Ocean Park first. It was... okay, I guess. I got dizzy when we went through the tunnel though. SO MANY FISH, LIKE SERIOUSLY. Haha! And I saw this spider crab. It was so big. When I saw it, I immediately though, "WHOAH, FOOD!" HAHAHA! Will upload the pictures tomorrow, since I'm too lazy to hook up my camera to the pc now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad wanted to eat at Ozeano afterwards but since Jochebed was being a pain the neck again, we went to MOA instead. FINALLY ATE AT TOKYO CAFE! &lt;3 ZOMG, everything was fantastic, I swear. Will write a proper review on it tomorrow, since... well, you already know. Haha, I'm so lazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got dizzy again because there were TONS of people at MOA earlier. Hahaha, because there was a mall-wide sale. AS IN, SERIOUSLY, A SALE IN MOA? 700+ STORES, BABY! &lt;3 Ahhhhhh, bliss. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad told my sister and I that we could window-shop while he fetched my mom and my other sisters, then if we saw anything that we liked, we'd buy it together when he returned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...An hour later, exhausted and seriously dizzy from walking around, he texted us and gave instructions to meet them near Maldita. When we met up, he directed us to the escalator, then we went to the parking lot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa may parking lot, approximately half an hour later:&lt;br&gt;Dad: Ay, wala ka bang nagustuhan?&lt;br&gt;Me: :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maya-maya ulit, while waiting for the elevator:&lt;br&gt;Dad: Wala kang nagustuhan, kahit sa Giordano?&lt;br&gt;Me: (Bakit, pag sinabi ko bang meron babalik tayo? NASA PARKING LOT NA KAYA TAYO. Nagtanong ka pa!) ...Meron po.&lt;br&gt;Dad: Ah.&lt;br&gt;Me: *waits for him to say more* (...Bakit kaya siya nagtanong.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SERIOUSLY DAD, YOU COULD HAVE JUST TOLD US THAT YOU DIDN'T REALLY INTEND TO BUY US ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE, RIGHT? *kicks* This is why I really hate you sometimes... Males are all the same. :| MGA PAASA KAYO, PAASA!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry, that was the dizziness talking. Pero haha, seriously, yan din yung reason kaya ayaw ko sumama sa kanila minsan. AND SI MOM GUSTO KO KASAMA MAG-SHOPPING. PFFFFT, DAD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guuuh, but I guess in the end, I can only blame myself because I left my bag in the car. If only I had my friggin' wallet! NAMAN E, 70% OFF SA GIORDANO KANINA. :((((((((((&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun, and dad also told me earlier that they might not go to Bicol for the holy week anymore. Tinamad na ata since lola is in Thailand, Cambodia, or... I don't know, she's touring Southeast Asia lol. :)) The point is, she's not in Bicol. So thar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAAY, SO THAT MEANS GOODBYE, SLEEPOVERS! D: D: D: Guuuuuh! Hahaha, iiwan pa naman dapat nila ako ng money kapag natuloy sila. Hay, please, sana matuloy nalang kayo. Amp naman, mga tamad! KIDDING. HAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GAH. KELAN BA AKO MAGSISIMULANG MAG-TRABAHO SA MONOLOGUE KO. :((&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5125546929944911042?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5125546929944911042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5125546929944911042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5125546929944911042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5125546929944911042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/uhh-happy-april-6th.html' title='Uhh, happy april 6th?'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2198329635155261740</id><published>2009-04-05T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:36:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me out!</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha last week of vacation ko na this week e. Family's going to Bicol for the holy week pero iiwan nila ako dito with Jochebed, my sister. Sigh, they're going to leave me behind because I need to work on stuff for ISC. Guuh. Oh, and yeah, like I said, I need to study too. Meh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaron and I are preparing for a shoot on Tuesday but I don't know, it might be re-scheduled (again) because 1) it's so short notice, 2) everyone's broke, 3) and Ephraim might not go. Haha, ganun sya ka-important e diba.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Uy pass daw muna si Raim ah. D:&lt;br&gt;Aaron: E kasi nalaman nya na taga-dala lang sya. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Sabi ko kasi sa'yo gawin na nating model e. D:&lt;br&gt;Aaron: Okay fine, model na sya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha, may future naman si Ephraim ah! Grabe kayo, hindi naman ganun kapangit yung tao. D: Saka bagay sya sa poolside shoot namin kasi, you know, he's tanned. Haha. Peace, Raim. Ang epic mo. Nga pala, he's officially an Atenean. *fangirls* XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay nako, start na review classes NEXT MONDAY! Dad and I went to the parents' orientation yesterday. Sabi ba naman dun, once the review classes start daw, no household chores, gimmicks, outings, or whatever. WHAT THE HELL? Haha, wala naman akong pake dun sa household chores part kasi wala naman akong ganun pero... BAWAL LUMABAS? OMG. HAHA. Ang tagal ko pa naman nang gustong bumalik kina Ruth. MISS KO NA SI RUTH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos iniisip ko eepal na ako kay Nicole pag naglalaro siya ng Persona 4. Siguro yayayain ko rin si Sam kasi i-cocosplay naming lahat yun e. Tapos may balak pa kami manood ni John and Ephraim ng The Proposal. Gusto ko rin panoorin yung Dragonball movie. Nagbabalak din sina Aris ng summer gimmick naming mga *cough* incoming seniors...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE POINT IS, ANG DAMING PLANO. OMG. Baka hindi na ako makasama sa lahat. Napaka-strict ng parents e. Pero okay, fine, importante din naman sakin yung CETs ko, lalo na yung ACET! Naman. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napag-usapan nga din namin yun ni daddy after the orientation, while we were having merienda at Yellow Cab. Sabi ko I think I'm beginning to consider the idea of going to La Salle, after all, sabi kasi dun sa orientation, ang forte daw ng La Salle is business, accountancy, and computer science. The very courses that I am considering at the moment. Ang forte daw kasi ng Ateneo math, science, philosophy, and letters. Yes, pre-med yung first choice ko pero scary sa Ateneo kasi honors program yung mga pre-med nila. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eh, pero sabi ni daddy go lang daw. Hahaha, it's nice to know that someone believes in me. Yup, I should think positively! Nabasa ko rin dati na parang psychological din yun e. You know, yung pag inisip mo na hindi mo kaya, hindi mo talaga kakayanin. Pero pag inisip mo na kaya mo, magugulat ka nalang kasi kaya mo pala talaga. Ganun. So yeah, takot naman akong i-set yung mind ko to fail, right? HEALTH SCIENCES AKO SA ADMU, YEEES! (Mayabang na kung mayabang, libre naman mangarap e. :)))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero iniisip ko na kung hindi ako papasa sa ADMU, kahit papano may back-up plan ako. Gusto ko talaga La Salle nalang e, lolz. No offense to people from UP. Ayoko lang talaga dun kasi super diverse ng tao. E super mahina pa naman ako sa people stuff. Ewan ko, pag ayaw ko, ayaw ko e. Hindi ko talaga mapipilit na magustuhan ang isang tao. (Kaya pag nagalit na ako sa'yo ng tuluyan, mahirap na. /death threat) I think justified naman yung kaartehan ko na yun kasi hindi naman ako aayaw ng walang mabigat na dahilan e. (e.g. mayabang ka, ang sama ng ugali mo, ang sama ng amoy- oops)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha, ang random na ng blog entry na 'to ah. Kung saan saan na tayo napunta. :)) O sige, on to even more randomness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Allergic ka ba sa grass? Or you have really sensitive skin? Please help me out. Sam and I went to Sunken Garden kasi last Wednesday and humiga ako sa grass. Nagpa-ikot ikot pa. When I got home, super itchy nung arms ko. Tapos nagkaroon ng mga gross circular red marks. SUPER KATI TALAGA, MAKAKAPATAY AKO NG TAO.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun, Sunday na ngayon pero wala namang nagbabago. I put some weird chinese ointment on it pero temporary relief lang e. Haha, bago umuwi ang parents ko for Bicol kukulitin ko muna silang idaan ako sa dermatologist ko for a check-up kapag hindi parin ito umayos. AS IN SERYOSO E, HINDI AKO MAKATULOG SA KATI. Nagigising ako ng 3am para lang kamutin ang arms ko! (The weirdest thing though is... scratch as I might, HINDI AKO NAGKAKASUGAT. HAHA. As in, I want to rip my skin off.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, time to end this fail entry. Fail kasi I tried writing in Tagalog for once, but I still ended up using a couple, okay, A LOT of English words. Sorry naman, fail Tagalog is fail. Good... night, morning, afternoon, whatever.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2198329635155261740?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2198329635155261740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2198329635155261740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2198329635155261740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2198329635155261740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/ask-me-out.html' title='Ask me out!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-703625789601300958</id><published>2009-04-05T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:46:50.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dundundun so bored with life</title><content type='html'>  This week has been hell, like seriously. I mean, waking up early and going out everyday took its toll on my system. At least in school I just sit down in my office and do pace work, napping occasionally. I've been bothered by deadlines and errands for the past week. Hahaha, stress!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh, but no matter how much I do, I still end up disappointing someone. Haha, I hate this feeling. Even if I try to shrug it off by thinking, ""Like, who cares about what they think? I don't care. It's not like I planned to fail them in the first place anyway." I still end up getting depressed over it. I don't care, seriously, but why do I feel like crap...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway, something good came out of all my hard work, thankfully. Sam and I finally finished our website! Hahaha, we really pushed the deadline though. Hopefully, it will place in the ISC. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll have to work on my dramatic monologue this week though. And I have to review a little because review classes will start next week! Sigh, I feel so tired just thinking of all the things I have to do. XD Must... stay... positive... I feel so lethargic! What awesome timing!&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-703625789601300958?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/703625789601300958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=703625789601300958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/703625789601300958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/703625789601300958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/dundundun-so-bored-with-life.html' title='dundundun so bored with life'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1920747897673346333</id><published>2009-04-02T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:26:19.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth part of... this is getting tiring</title><content type='html'>  "Hey, you're pretty. Won't you give me your number?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People are afraid of the unknown. And why not? It's like trying to solve a puzzle without the reference image. It's utterly annoying, and you're never guaranteed that all your effort will pay in the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unfortunately, that goes for me as well. I don't want to entertain these feelings. I'm afraid that I'll mess up and then I'll have to do the equation all over again. So, maybe love is like math in a way, and that sort of makes me feel better, but... no, math and love are light years apart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A 4 will forever be a 4. A year, a decade, a century from now, a 4 will still be a 4. Humans are different. Humans change. Like seriously, a century from now, that guy will be rot- Okay, they think, feel, and eventually, grow. (I think the term 'evolve' is more appropriate, really, but then I don't want to be mistaken for some weird ape-wannabee.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Are you ignoring me?!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In math, there are formulas. b^2 - 4ac will always yield the discriminant of a quadratic equation-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"ARE YOU DEAF??"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, right. Why am I musing about love while walking on the street? Eh, how irresponsible of me. Now I have this random street thug walking towards me. He seems angry for some reason, but more importantly, he smells pretty bad. Oh well, I have been wanting to use my fists for quite some tim-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Back off, she's with me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's ironic how I keep thinking of him during the past hours, drowning myself so much in thought that I keep forgetting that he's right beside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Like I give a damn!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woot, I think they're going to have a fistfight!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Like I'll let you go near my girlfriend. I'd like to see you try."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Psh..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slowly, the thug moved away, mumbling curses under his breath.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"W-What just happened?" I finally stammered out after a few minutes of awkward silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You were afraid of the thug?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Eh, I thought a couple of punches would fly between you two."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey, it's not a complete lie, right? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Oh, for a second there, I thought... Hey, you're red all over again!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"W-What? It... It must be the heat, you know."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Are you sure you're not sick?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You checked my temperature earlier, right? You should know that I'm not!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Wait, let me check it again..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He reached out for my neck again but I quickly evaded him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You're acting like my father or something!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Well, you're acting like a girl!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That made me stop. Yeah, I should have known that it was too naive of me to assume that he wouldn't notice that I was acting weird today. Sigh, I would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So, should I start calling you Lillian now instead of just Lee?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...when he suddenly made that dumb joke. I instantly burst out laughing, because I know just what to tell him in return. Hah, one more point for me! (Seriously, that's the reason... I-I'm not bipolar...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Sure, if you want me to start calling you Dimwitty instead of Dimitri."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looked pained. Haha, totally I understand him. I mean, I think I'd look pretty down too whenever I got reminded that I have a really unique name... and well, it's just not a really beautiful name, in my opinion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Okay, enough with the name jokes Lee, let's just go inside." he replied, holding the door out for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the first time again. Usually, we didn't care about manners, remember?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What, you're not going inside?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You're holding the door out for me... that's a first. Haha, sorry Dimitri, but I won't treat you to a latte today."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Isn't it just proper for a boyfriend to hold the door open for his girlfriend?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh crap. I can feel myself coloring again. Gah! This is why I hate having silky white skin sometimes! I... What do I do, what can I say to that? Uhh, err, think, must think...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Lee, don't punch me, okay? I was just joking. Haha. I know it's not a funny joke, but hey, it made that thug back off earlier, right?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh... thanks for saving me, even though it was totally unintentional.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went inside, ignoring him completely again. Now that I think about it, I think I do feel a little sick...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt; I need to name this fic. Haha. Why is it taking so long to get to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1920747897673346333?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1920747897673346333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1920747897673346333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1920747897673346333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1920747897673346333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/fourth-part-of-this-is-getting-tiring.html' title='fourth part of... this is getting tiring'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-616139779888705102</id><published>2009-04-01T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:06:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the majority of JFA students:</title><content type='html'>THIS JUST IN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The most awaited eligible transferee has just enrolled yesterday, so he's not just an eligible transferee now BUT A FREAKING FULL-PLEDGED STUDENT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WENT TO SCHOOL YESTERDAY TO GET MY CARD! WHY DIDN'T I SEE HIM? WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE SAMANTHA INSTEAD! *kicks* Haha, na-blame e noh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Witness: Ruth Gupana&lt;br&gt;Source: Cyrille Zhane Monterola&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, I know, he's not that smart and... and... okay, so he's just not that smart. BUT HE MAKES UP FOR IT WITH HIS AWESOME LOOKS. M-My fragile, girly heart cannot help but FANGIRL HIM!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, maybe I'll delete this embarrassing entry later... ESPECIALLY WHEN I ADD UP HIS MULTIPLY ACCOUNT. FUFUFUFU!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-616139779888705102?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/616139779888705102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=616139779888705102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/616139779888705102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/616139779888705102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-majority-of-jfa-students.html' title='To the majority of JFA students:'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3364446959633663213</id><published>2009-04-01T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:46:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third part of you know what this is</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I got a detention slip for unfinished goals and sleeping in class today. Really, sleeping in class... I'm not surprised anymore but unfinished goals? Okay, now I have concrete proof that something is wrong with me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I smoothly blended with the dozens of people all raring to go home, idly thinking how I'd be able to get my parents to sign my detention slip without much hassle, when someone suddenly snatched my bag.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I'll carry this for you. So, SM Marikina or Gateway?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I facepalmed. Okay, not really, but I wanted to. I mean, HOW COULD I FORGET THAT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO OUT FOR COFFEE THIS AFTERNOON?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More importantly, why did I suddenly freak out again? Okay self, calm down! Seriously, I think I'm losing it. Hmm, note to self: remind self that freaking out is NOT normal, and is even considered rude or obnoxious. Self does not want to be considered as such, hence, self will stop err, itself, or is myself more appropriate... hell, screw grammar since I'm just talking to myself and I know I won't mind (okay, maybe I'll cringe a little)... wait, where was I? Oh yeah... from freaking out. Okay? Okay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That crucial thing determined, I took a deep breath and faced him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Oh yeah, I'm sorry I forgot."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Eh? You know, you've been acting weird since lunch time."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eep. He noticed? Does he know? He's on to me, I just know it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"W-Weird? What, I... I can't be moody for a change?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gah, definitely not a good save.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hmm, even when you're going through your monthly curse you can still keep your cool. And I know for a fact that you're not going through your montly curse right now so your current behavior is even weirder."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, I facepalmed. So this is the downside to growing up with a male human being... I never really noticed until now but yes, now I understand that some things are better left unsaid. Screw me and my insane urge to always have to know every freaking thing. This is karma!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What the hell? That was creepy!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What is? Didn't you say before that it's nothing to be ashamed of because it is common logic that women undergo the menstruation cycle because-"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I know what the freaking menstruation cycle is so you don't have to give me the nitty gritty on it, thank you very much."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Then why did you tell me that what I said earlier was creepy? We even talked about the male-"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"YES, OKAY, I GET YOUR POINT! I'M SORRY! NOW, LET'S GO OR ELSE WE'LL BE STUCK HERE ARGUING TILL GOD KNOWS WHEN. End of conversation!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He only laughed in reply. No matter how much I stared at him, he wouldn't stop so I decided to ignore him completely. Oh... but I think I shouldn't have stared at him. His six foot tall, athletic, and slightly-tanned body has been burned into my mind. I couldn't focus on the road, and if I closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to ignore it, I'd still see it. Ah, and I'd probably trip too. Probably why I didn't try it in the first place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've seen him in more, well, compromising situations but gah, why do I feel like my insides are melting right now! He's wearing a blue, long-sleeved polo and black pants, our school's gala uniform. I've seen him without a shirt, in swimming trunks, in his undershirt... I dare not list the others but the point is, why do I feel like I have only seen him now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh, I think I am mutating into a common female.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Err, uhh, I'm sorry if that sounded sort of... what? Sexist? Racist? Sigh, why must change be a double-edged sword! I've been longing for something to break the monotonous cycle of my mundane existence, but I didn't want to feel giddy, or... or... fall in love. With my bestfriend, of all the six billion carbon-12 life forms on this oblate spheroid. I think I'm cursed or something, even if sorcery and witchcraft are not accepted sciences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But hey, neither is love, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, so the setting is in Jesus' Flock Academy ONLY BECAUSE I'm too lazy to think up of a whole new dimension or some really 1337 private school for this fic. Working with limitations is nice too (you know, not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; having a swimming pool, dance class, and what have you?) because I think it makes the fic a little more realistic. And I've written a lot of crap set in the most luxurious places I could have ever imagined, not to suggest that I do possess an imagination, so this is a welcome change for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops, I think I said too much thar. *poofs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh wait, so I fail a little on introductions but thankfully, all is not lost because I can still make it pass for some weird plot twist. Yes, in case you didn't get that, unnamed characters are still unnamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Ate Benessa for suggesting names but I forgot that I knew people named Natasha and Giovanni, and they, by some twisted reason, know each other, so I feel that if I use the names here, it's like pairing my friends up up. (which I don't really want to do because Gio is already taken... by pedobear! FUFUFU!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, and thanks for proofreading guys. I'm off to work again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3364446959633663213?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3364446959633663213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3364446959633663213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3364446959633663213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3364446959633663213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/third-part-of-you-know-what-this-is.html' title='third part of you know what this is'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4641491596852281030</id><published>2009-03-31T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:17:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second part of the weird fic that is still untitled</title><content type='html'>I slept in, I skipped breakfast, Dad drove me to school, I slept in class... you know, the usual things. You should know by now that life hardly changed for me. Someone died, someone moved away, things happened, and life went on. In the end, nothing really changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or so I thought. Weird things started happening when I ate lunch with him, just as I usually did and have been doing for the past decade. (I'm only 16, mind you.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hey, did you take your pace test earlier?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was talking with his mouth full again but I didn't really care. Whenever we were together, we could forget who we were for a couple of hours and just be who we wanted to be. Yeah, forget everything. Even our table manners.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hey?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, his mouth was empty now. It seemed like he just finished his omelet. His lips looked like they were in dire need of water but still, they were pretty, pinkish... WAIT, WHAT?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WAS STARING AT HIS MOUTH! HIS LIPS, EVEN! Why... do I feel so embarrassed. I...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hey, you're red all over! Are you really okay? Do you have a fever or something?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He hurriedly scooted closer to check my temperature. By resting his hand on my neck, of all things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I... I..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanted to tell him to stop. Yes, I was panicking. I didn't know what to do. I... I never panicked. This was my first time. I quickly gathered my thoughts, thinking of all the possible options to resolve this conflict.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, so I could 1) tell him I wasn't really sick, 2) kick him somewhere so he would stop, or 3) go along and tell him he needed to accompany me to the nurse's office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm, the third option sounded good. I mean, I'd get to sleep inside and... okay, fine, so I did have other plans. But I never dreamed that his hands would be this smooth... and soft... and his eyes were such pretty onyx spheres...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I... I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood to eat lunch. I guess I'll just... go up."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stood up, gathered my things, and was ready to go, extremely careful not to let my eyes wander towards him again, when he suddenly grabbed my arm. My whole being immediately tensed up. I think my heart skipped a beat, too. Yeah, I know that that cannot be scientifically true, but it feels like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Are you sure you're okay?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I expected myself to hyperventilate again, but no, I didn't. I can't honestly say that I'm happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yeah. I'm just not in the mood. I... ate a pretty heavy breakfast earlier. Haha."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You're lying. You never eat breakfast, right?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"But there were cheese puffs earlier! I couldn't help it!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He stopped, looked me twice over, then let go. I could tell he still wasn't satisfied with my answer, but he had no choice but to believe me, right? After all, getting the truth out of someone who purposely twists it is pretty hard, if not foolish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"See you later then."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Okay."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, this weird encounter was over. But before I could heave out a pretty big sigh of relief...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I will always be here for you, okay? You know you can trust me with anything. How about we drop by a coffee shop later?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No, tell him no! Refuse him! You know that he's the root of your troubles!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, I know... Okay. See you later."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My perfect life is getting disturbed, my perfect little cycle is getting screwed up and I... secretly like it. I wonder how long this will last though. Maybe I'm just high because of the shojo manga I read last night...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, did this in half an hour. I think I screwed up on the tenses again but I really have to go so I'll leave the proofreading to you. Thanks guys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and suggestions for the characters' names, please?&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4641491596852281030?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4641491596852281030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4641491596852281030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4641491596852281030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4641491596852281030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/second-part-of-weird-fic-that-is-still.html' title='second part of the weird fic that is still untitled'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3210868019591593128</id><published>2009-03-30T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:03:13.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first part of some weird fic I don't know if I'll continue writing</title><content type='html'>So I was inspired for some reason... shoot me. Really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt; The following is completely fictional. Srsly. *kicks you and your hyperactive imagination*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was just another day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The alarm clock went off and I went back to sleep after- Okay, screw these cliche introductions. I'm lazy so I'll get straight to the point. I live what might be the "perfect, ideal life" for most people, so hence, people are pretty envious of me and I have lots of enemies. (No, this is not my ego speaking. It is in Seychelles for summer vacation.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For all the praise I get and the awards I receive though, I still feel pretty crappy. Everything just isn't... enough, I guess. I'm blindly looking for something in the dark. Something that will make me feel human, because, honestly, I don't think I am. Hey, the possibility exists!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, enough about me and the quest for that-which-I-don't-really-know-but-I-must-find. Thankfully, I'm also carefree and easy-going so I'll just enjoy what I have while it lasts. Like my bestfriend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's pretty much my opposite when it comes to, well, pretty much everything that matters. First and foremost, I'm female and he is male. I'm optimistic and he's really pessimistic. I laugh at problems and he runs away from them. In my opinion, my family pays too much attention to me, while his practically ignores him. But I guess that's why we get along. He's there to remind me that there's a really thin line between my hopes and reality, and I'm there to stop him from finally committing suicide.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like me though, he's perfect. Or... I think he's perfect. Well, he's perfect for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have always been surrounded by boys. Don't get me wrong, it's just that I like video games, wrestling, and gore. Well, let's face it, girls aren't usually into those kinds of things. So there, I was stuck with the boys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Growing up, well, things change... and I'm not just talking about physical changes here. Alongside that, we started to be more aware of the opposite sex. The jerks who used to tease me about my plump cheeks in kindergarten were giving me flowers and asking me out for movies now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I, of course, wasn't interested in such things so I rejected everyone. Apparently, most people don't take rejection well, unlike me, so I started losing all of my precious friends. A few years of this and eventually, he was the only one left behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's why he is perfect for me. Because I know that he will never ask me out, that he will never tell me sweet nothings, that he will never like me more than I like him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now, I don't really know if that's what I really want.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3210868019591593128?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3210868019591593128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3210868019591593128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3210868019591593128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3210868019591593128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-part-of-some-weird-fic-i-don-know.html' title='first part of some weird fic I don&amp;#39;t know if I&amp;#39;ll continue writing'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-980275117798725436</id><published>2009-03-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:38:23.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you disable self-defense systems?</title><content type='html'>  I'm going through lots of crap at the moment. I had to let go of my powerpoint presentation event in the ISC because my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt; (ugh) partner for website design is too busy to help me with our project. It's not like I had a lot of free time too. I even had to go to school on the 10th week just to take my english 1129 pace test. Even with all this effort, I went down a place in the honor roll. Haha. It sucks when I remember that I gave considerably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; effort this year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Common sense is faltering, my grip on sanity is loosening, and so, my self-defense system kicks in. (Yeah, I feel like a robot sometimes, everything being calculated and all.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate it when my SDS is on because I become more cynical, pessimistic, and unforgiving than usual, viewing everything and everyone as harmful, and putting my guard up at all times, which takes a LOT of effort. (Must be the reason why I feel so sleepy and stressed these days?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meh. I just want to apologize to everyone. I keep screwing up lately. Eh, I don't know. I bet you're tired of me and my apologies. To be completely blunt, I'm tired of apologizing everytime I disappoint somebody as well. Why can't I just disappear. Hahaha! I feel so disappointed, dissatisfied with everything. XD&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-980275117798725436?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/980275117798725436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=980275117798725436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/980275117798725436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/980275117798725436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-disable-self-defense-systems.html' title='How do you disable self-defense systems?'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6994256141283607701</id><published>2009-03-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:13:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>details</title><content type='html'>http://byethost.com&lt;br&gt;username: littlevoices1&lt;br&gt;pass: meowmeow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;email: littlevoices@ymail.com&lt;br&gt;pass: meowmeow&lt;br&gt;secret question: who is your favorite teacher?&lt;br&gt;answer: sir ruben&lt;br&gt;birthday: may 27 1992&lt;br&gt;name: Little Voices&lt;br&gt;zip code: 1900&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6994256141283607701?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6994256141283607701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6994256141283607701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6994256141283607701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6994256141283607701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/details.html' title='details'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4379898253041916693</id><published>2009-03-25T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:59:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS A RANT ENTRY. GO AWAY.</title><content type='html'>This day, so far, has been pretty depressing. Okay, I know, maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself or overreacting or both, but the mere thought of my schedule makes my head ache. So much for summer vacation and free time, I guess. Sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What, you're still here?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So we had our fourth quarter honor roll and annual certificates awarding earlier. As usual, I didn't get any special awards. (Seriously, best office, least number of demerits, best in scripture memory... HAHAHA, AS IF I'LL GET THOSE! :))) Albeit I was a little... okay, I was REALLY frustrated when I found out that I only lost to Timothy by 2 points for the most number of 100's award. He got 31 100's and I only got 29. I instantly remembered all the 99.5's I got on my tests and my blood boiled. Boo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was also really disappointed when I got my fourth year honor roll certificate. My average was 95.78. When I calculated my grades last week, I expected my average to be at least 96.5. What the heck? I know, 95 is already a really, really, really high grade and I'm not boasting or belittling anyone's achievements or anything BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND. I am comparing my grades to my... enemies' grades. HAHA, WTF. Okay, my brain is so sabaw right now from the heat and that was the first word that came to mind when I thought of Tim. Yes, I'm evil. So... I know one self-righteous person or two, haha. Stop being a female dog and just let me rant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've already accepted the fact that Kristine will nag the top spot again this year BUT I CANNOT, AND WILL NOT, LOSE TO TIM! Gaaah. My position is very much threatened right now. I cannot believe I let myself become this vulnerable. TO HIM, OF ALL PEOPLE! I SHOULD BE LIGHT YEARS AHEAD OF HIM. He's a transferee! I know, I was a new student myself last year, BUT I HAD GAP PACES. I toiled for a whole quarter on my GAP PACES. HE DIDN'T HAVE GAP PACES BECAUSE HE CAME FROM AN ACE SCHOOL. Life is just not fair...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder if they'll include ISC participation in the extra-curricular grades? Tim is 3 PACEs ahead of me in English, but I'm a PACE ahead of him in Science. Still, overall, he's still 2 PACEs ahead of me. His general average pwnd mine and ripped it into tiny bits. But my extra-curricular activities beat his to a gooey pulp. Overall, the grading system in an ACE school is not that different from a traditional school's. Academics account for 70% and extra-curriculars account for 30%. Put 1 and 1 together and you get... you get...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know the answer. But still, I'm praying really hard that by some really awesome miracle, I'll be able to keep my position on Saturday. I know... I've been a really horrible person lately. God would obviously choose Tim over me, because, well, he's a nicer person. I mean, I know God is not like that. But... I'm praying! Tim's praying! I really don't know. I wonder what He'll do. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So did Tim really pwn me? Anyway, why am I really bothered? I have absolutely no qualms with Kristine's epicness beating mine into a bloody mess of flesh and... well, you don't really want to know what else is there... but, why am I feeling like this towards Tim? Like I said, he's a nice guy and I really have no reason to be angry with him. Seriously. Hmm... maybe it's my manhaet... Or I tend to be overly competitive with guys? Eh, but John pwns me with his photography and... well, lots of guys pwn me but I don't hate them. And I'm not lesbian, okay? Just a reminder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still aching from everything that had happened, I had a meeting with Pastor Erich and the other ISC delegates. He told us that he wanted to have all the pre-submitted events shipped to the US by TOMORROW. TOMORROW! I thought our deadline was on Friday! But no, he said that the most he can give us was until TOMORROW AFTERNOON. I really felt like dying. Seriously, I STILL HAVE TONS OF WORK TO DO. And yes, I mean TONS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yes, let's put that Tim thing aside for now. I am distracting myself with work. Yes. Hate and anger, please go away soon, yes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HELLO SCHEDULE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;March 25, 2009&lt;br&gt;2pm-6pm - recharge (gyahaha, i need energy for the next 3 days LOL)&lt;br&gt;6pm-12mn - work on powerpoint presentation and website&lt;br&gt;March 26, 2009&lt;br&gt;12mn-7am - work on powerpoint presentation and website&lt;br&gt;8am-9am - submit everything (forms, CDs, whatever) to pastor erich and have a meeting with the other delegates regarding our schedule for april&lt;br&gt;9am-2pm - revise everything that needs to revised, fix everything that needs to be fixed&lt;br&gt;3pm-maybe 9pm - promised to go out with a friend&lt;br&gt;9pm-onwards - go home to Ruth's XD we has sleepover lol&lt;br&gt;March 27, 2009&lt;br&gt;promised to run errands for mom in the afternoon&lt;br&gt;March 28, 2009&lt;br&gt;commencement exercise in the morning, will get dragged around by parents in the afternoon&lt;br&gt;March 29, 2009 - April 1, 2009&lt;br&gt;do last minute coding and stuff for the website&lt;br&gt;April 2, 2009 - April 13, 2009&lt;br&gt;write and practice dramatic monologue (must have a decent performance ready by the time pastor erich arrives from london and dubai)&lt;br&gt;April 6, 2009&lt;br&gt;summer classes start&lt;br&gt;most probably cooperate with samantha on dramatic monologue&lt;br&gt;April 13, 2009&lt;br&gt;review classes start so I have to work twice as hard in the afternoon to make up for the time I spent in the review center in the morning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahaha, okay, looking at my schedule makes me laugh now. Yay for suicide, Jayne. XD Well, it's not really that bad, but it will hurt. A lot, I guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And yes, before I end, this is another one of those "kill me, kill me now" moments.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4379898253041916693?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4379898253041916693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4379898253041916693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4379898253041916693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4379898253041916693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-rant-entry-go-away.html' title='THIS IS A RANT ENTRY. GO AWAY.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-501657639833861079</id><published>2009-03-22T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:21:02.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! A meme for ACE students!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TAG:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone who has studied in an ACE school! Spread the love, people!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. what is the name of your school? - Jesus' Flock Academy - Marikina&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;2. what is your favorite PACE? - all the science paces, world history paces, noli me tangere paces, geometry paces, all the algebra paces, health paces, english (literature) paces, bible new testament survey&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3. what is your least favorite PACE? - filipino (non-literature) paces, english (non-literature) paces, bible old testament survey (ONLY because it requires too much work), music paces&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. have you ever attended the JSC? - nope, because i transferred to JFA in my second year of high school&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5. NSC? - yes&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6. how many times? - twice (Iloilo and Palawan) and i'll join again next sy (Bicol)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 7. are you currently working on PACEs? - lol yes, english 1129, even though the deadline for the requirements of those vying for the honor roll was last week. excess pace naman sya so okay lang though&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 8. since when have you been working on PACEs? - two years ago&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9. what grade are you in? - uhh, i'm an incoming high school SENIOR (amp, FINALLYYYY)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. do/did you enjoy working on your PACEs? - it's okay... i guess, although i'd rather do other things&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 11. did you ever receive a detention slip? - well... hindi pa naman ako nakakasampu, at least =))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 12. were you ever paddled? - lol no&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 13. were you ever suspended? - nope&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 14. do you remember math 1075? (the killer PACE of elementary math) - LOL! no, my gap paces started at 1095-1100 e :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 15. did you pass? - n/a&lt;br&gt;what was your score? - n/a &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 16. how about math 1106? (the killer PACE of Algebra 1) - HAHAHAHAHA! ako yung epic na transferee na first time in the history of JFA na nagskip ng algebra 1106 e ;)) OO, PINAGMAMAYABANG KO ITO =))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 17. did you pass? - yes, kaya ako nagskip kasi pinasa ko daw yung pace test dun sa diagnostic test nung nag-iinquire palang kami :))&lt;br&gt;what was your score? - i never knew... basta pumasa daw e :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 18. did you enjoy Chemistry? - yes &lt;3 1125, 1130-1132 were made of win! &lt;3 /nerd&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 19. were your grades in Algebra 2 higher than Algebra 1? - hmm, i think they were the same :)) laging mababa score ko kapag ung "fractions" pace =)) i have fraction-phobia. nawawala lahat ng common sense ko pag nakakakita ako ng fractions. :)) kaya ginagawa ko silang decimal muna bago ko i-solve. :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;20. name one teacher you will never forget - ma'am soc&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 21. do you show school spirit? - YES! naman, kung flocker ka, mahirap hindi magka-school spirit :&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 22. did you ever break the rules? - hmm, yeah :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 23. did you ever fail a PACE test? - nope, check up palang, once :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 24. are you done with etymology? - i didn't do etymology, bible na ako agad e&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 25. did you cry over a PACE? - nope&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 26. were you ever in the honor roll? - always :)) otherwise, i'd be dead now&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 27. did you graduate HS already? - next year pa&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 28. if you are, did you regret going to an ACE school? - actually, i regret not going here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 29. if you aren't, do you plan on graduating in an ACE school? - yes &lt;3&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 30. did you have a closer relationship with God when you went to this school? - yup, but, generally, not because of the school, i guess&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 31. name one memory you will never forget in school - ang dami e :)) everyday is awesome :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 32. what was your first impression of your school? - ang liit, kulang sa facilities :)) pero ang daming magaganda't gwapo ftw! *u*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 33. do you have plenty of friends from your school? - yes. small school naman kasi so magkaka-close lahat&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 34. did actors/actresses graduate from your school? - lol yes =)) pati mga aspiring e hahaha! *kicks hilton, cyrus, ate randy, etc.*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 35. do you have friends from other ACE schools? - onti lang. they were mostly ephraim's friends. :)) haha, this was the effect of hanging around with ephraim a lot during the nsc XD&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 36. is your batch known for being a good batch? - actually, kinakabahan ang mga tao sa batch namin :)) pero lahat kaming girls sa batch mababait X3&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 37. do you like someone from an ACE school? - SI KYLE! &lt;3 YUNG KOREAN!... at yun lang ang alam ko sakanya :)) in fairness, two NSCs ko na sya kasama =)) twice rin ako nagpapicture na kasama sya nung last rally night! HAHA, STALKER AKO! at pinagtyagaan ko syang itext kahit yes and no lang alam nya na english HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 38. are you with your original batchmates? - yup&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 39. who is your favorite character? - LOL, si ace!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 40. do you know Rev. Hooge? - yes :)) sya yung nag-reprimand kay john when he muttered "what the hell" during the track and field events =)) HAHAAHA, BENTA YUN! kasama ko rin sina aaron and ina tapos lumayo kaming lahat kay john! kunwari hindi namin sya kilala! nakakahiya sya! =)))))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 41. did your teacher ever get mad at you and called your attention? - lol yes =)) ako pa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 42. for what reason? - talking, disturbing other people, standing without permission, sleeping&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 43. who's the smart kid in your class? - me =)) *gets shot* I KID, I KID, I KID, I KID! achi, definitely&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 44. who's the kindest? - AY, AKO NA 'TO &lt;3 HAHAHAHA JOKE, ANG ASA KO TALAGA! =)) si ano... si... sino ba... wala naman yata e! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 45. are you happy with your batchmates? - haha, okay lang&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 46. what's the most memorable thing that happened so far in this school year? - ang dami e! ano ba! =)) siguro yung nanalo yung PACE bowl ng first place :)) amp, pinalabas pa sa BUONG NSC CONGREGATION yung video nung nasagot namin yung winning question! tumatalon ako sa upuan ko sa saya! LIKE WTF JAYNE, WALA KANG POISE =))))) (who cares about that anyway :\)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 47. name at least ten people who know you very well in your school - ma'am kai, nicole, sarah, ruth, zhane, madel, jemmy, ephraim, kristine, sir ruben&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 48. was there ever a time that you felt like you wanted to tear your PACE? - yes!!! pag end of the quater na kasi lagi nalang yung mga bible paces ko ni-ccram ko, ayaw na ayaw ko kasi silang gawin kaya sila natitira lagi =))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 49. did you ever hate your teacher? - nope&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 50. are you shy about your school? - LOL NO! ANIMO JFA!!! &lt;3 magpapagawa nga ako ng school jacket next year e :)) inggit ako dun sa mga may jacket e&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 51. will you lift your head up high and say "i'm proud to be a student of _____(the name of your school)"- YES! I'M PROUD TO BE A FLOCKER! &lt;3 one of the best ACE schools in the philippines! &lt;333 tapos 3 teachers pa namin nominees bilang best teachers in marikina, and 2 of them won :)) WOOT!   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-501657639833861079?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/501657639833861079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=501657639833861079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/501657639833861079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/501657639833861079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-meme-for-ace-students.html' title='FINALLY! A meme for ACE students!!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2788910641689284728</id><published>2009-03-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:22:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATURE CONTENT! REQUIRES AN OPEN MIND PLOX!</title><content type='html'>(Sorry for the weird title. But somehow, I JUST KNOW that some people *coughteacherscough* will raise an eyebrow while reading this blog entry... Ugh, but anyway, just to make myself clear, I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT I AM A PERFECTLY NORMAL 16 YEAR OLD GIRL. Maybe a bit too opinionated, a bit too loud, or whatever, but I just think that this needs to go out... on my Multiply, locked for contacts only. Yeah. Please don't get any weird ideas about me by reading this blog. THANK YOU.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, on this day I realized one of the most important things in life! I... was dumbfounded, really. Speechless. I mean, wth right? I've been with boys every single friggin' day in all of the 16 looooong years I've spent on this Earth and what? What??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I've just realized... &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT TOUCH BOYS. &lt;/span&gt;EVER. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T LET THEM TOUCH YOU&lt;/span&gt; EITHER. NEVER. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm perfectly sane people. Seriously, DO NOT DO IT. Imagine my shock when I've realized that I've been so defiled every single friggin' day in all- yes, I know, you get it. I should shut up now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But wait, so why? Why, you ask? Okay, pardon me but I must be blunt and straight-to-the-point.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People, how do guys urinate? Seriously?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, so maybe this doesn't apply to everyone. But while I was with John and Jerry in SM Marikina earlier, they both went to the men's CR after the movie we watched. Afterward, John wiped his hands dry on my shirt. THAT'S WHEN IT HIT ME.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: G-Gross... *stops*&lt;br&gt;John: Ha? What's your problem?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: John, I've just realized something very important...&lt;br&gt;Jerry: Jayne?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Did you wash your hands? Did you rub them with soap? Or maybe you just ran them under the faucet and then you wiped them all over me! The germs! And you urinated! It means you last...&lt;br&gt;John: Whoah, Jayne, whoah. Manyak ka talaga.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: HINDI, ANO BA. HINDI KO INIISIP YUN. ANG CONCERN KO IS... YUNG... IT'S SO GROSS... WHYYY?!!? WHYYYYYYYYY???&lt;br&gt;John: Okay, nababaliw na sya Jerry. Let's go.&lt;br&gt;Jerry: Hoy Jayne tama na yan, malinis naman kami noh. *reaches out for my arm*&lt;br&gt;Jayne: N-N-No! Don't touch me! DX Mag-alcohol ka muna! DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mind went into hyperdrive and then the next thing that hit me was, "WE DON'T HAVE SOAPS IN ALL THE COMFORT ROOMS IN SCHOOL!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then I thought about the times when we had our major office-cleaning days, about how many people were going around asking for alcohol... and I think it's safe to say that maybe 2 or 3 people out of more or less 35 students had their own alcohol in our learning center.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do the math. It means our boys have been walking around with dirty, dirty, dirty hands.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Jayne, ano ba. ANO BA. Hindi ako ganun na lalaki, okay? MALINIS AKO.&lt;br&gt;Jerry: Mahiya ka Jayne, malinis din ako ah. Kadiri ka.&lt;br&gt;John: Yung second year boys lang naman yung medyo hindi ako sigurado e...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, I am OC. Deal with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, but seriously though, before guys everywhere throw a hissy fit because of my exaggeration... (or is it an exaggeration, really? Okay, I WILL SHUT UP NOW.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In light of this realization, I just want 2 things done. PLEASE? IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK, REALLY?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I hope and PRAY that the newly-elected student council will PLEASE head the plan for the installment of soaps, tissues, and whatnot for the school comfort rooms.&lt;br&gt;2. BOYS! PLEASE, I BEG YOU! PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF YOURSELVES. Always wash your hands after going to the comfort room, okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that, I shall now retreat into the comfort of my soft, fluffy sheets... trying desperately to shun the thoughts of me playing with guys a decade ago... kids who probably had yayas or whatever to help them when they had to go... but still, maybe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel so defiled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2788910641689284728?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2788910641689284728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2788910641689284728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2788910641689284728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2788910641689284728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/mature-content-requires-open-mind-plox.html' title='MATURE CONTENT! REQUIRES AN OPEN MIND PLOX!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1155224775859829913</id><published>2009-03-12T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:38:33.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random lulz, again. Yuz!</title><content type='html'>Pansin ko lang mas descriptive na ako mag-blog ngayon. XD Si Madel kasi e, haha miss na miss na kita hoy! Sana natatawa ka naman sa mga kalokohan namin diba. XD Yehey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala... masaya ang araw na 'to kasi:&lt;br&gt;1. MAY COMPUTER CLASS KAMI. WOOHOO! HELLO SIR MARKUS! *u*&lt;br&gt;2. May ISC meeting kanina edi minus PACE work time!&lt;br&gt;3. Nakatapos ako ng isang Advanced Algebra PACE (1130) in the span of more or less 2 hours! *rolls around in glee* All thanks to my wonderful, awesome, pretty, epic, etc. scientific calculator~ *glomps*&lt;br&gt;4. Nag-heart-to-heart to talk kami ni 1 at ni 2. Oops, secret e. Pero first time kasi namin mag-usap ng seryoso kaya naaliw naman ako diba. Awwwwwwwwwww~ I haz new friends! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;5. FRIDAY NA BUKAS. 'NUFF SAID YO.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Medyo sablay nga lang kasi:&lt;br&gt;1. Pag gising ko nung umaga hilong hilo ako for some reason. Hindi naman makaabsent kasi kailangan ko na talaga i-test yung AA 1129 ko ngayon. :\&lt;br&gt;2. NAKATULOG AKO NUNG COMPUTER CLASS. Wth Jayne?! WHYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br&gt;3. Pero bago pa pala yun, napahiya ako kay Sir Markus. Niloloko ko kasi si Tim, nilock ko yung pinto nung computer lab. E sabi ni Samuel buksan ko daw, tapos ayokong makita ako ni Tim kaya inunlock ko lang, hindi ko binuksan. YUN PALA, si Sir Markus nasa labas tapos may dalang easel and whiteboard kaya hindi nya mabuksan yung pinto! TAPOS NAKITA NYA AKO NA HINDI KO SYA PINAGBUKSAN NG PINTO OMG OMG OMG&lt;br&gt;4. Got my visa today. Hanggang June 5 lang. Boo. :\ Pwede ba i-request na i-extend 'to? Planado na na hanggang June 20 ako dun e. Naman!!! DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yun lang naman. Sabaw time~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uy happy birthday! Bukas na!&lt;br&gt;Steven: What? :\&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Eh? Diba birthday mo...?&lt;br&gt;Steven: Next week pa Jayne. :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Eh... pero sabi ni Jem... eh? @_@&lt;br&gt;Steven: Hahaha next week pa nga. XD&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Okay, edi babawiin ko yung greeting ko. XD&lt;br&gt;Steven: Ganun e noh. XDDD&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ang sabaw naman! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Achi, wag mo ako iwan! D:&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Sorry, may meeting ang SC. ;__;&lt;br&gt;John: Okay, mag-isa na si Jayne! Batuhin natin ng sapatos!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: ...What? @_@&lt;br&gt;Samuel: Yehey, tara!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: S-Seriously? *backs away slowly*&lt;br&gt;They were laughing, then John suddenly ran after me so I, well, ran, duh. I didn't want to get caught lol. XD When John got distracted for a second, I hit him with my shoe. XD&lt;br&gt;John: Ow! Okay haha, kukunin ko na 'to. :)) *picks up my shoe*&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Hoy! Ano ba! Akin na yan!&lt;br&gt;Long story short, after I finally got my shoe back...&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uhm John, hindi nyo naman talaga balak magbato ng shoes diba... Nang-uuto lang kayo diba?&lt;br&gt;John: Ay, haha, nagets mo. :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Oo nalang, natawa rin naman ako e. :))&lt;br&gt;John: Yan ang gusto ko sa'yo e. Uto- I mean good sport ka. XD&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Okay, don't push it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was helping Hilton in Geometry when suddenly, someone farted. XD&lt;br&gt;Jayne: WAAAAA *covers face with hanky*&lt;br&gt;Hilton: WAAAAA (okay, his version was funnier, really XD)&lt;br&gt;Hilton: HOY CYRUS! WAG DITO!&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: Yehey, finally!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: ...&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Cyrus!!! Hindi na ako tuturuan ni Jayne sa geom!!!! DX&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: Hahaha gumaganti lang! Akala mo ah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Later...&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Jayne, you will still teach me geom, right?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: It depends.&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Whaaaaaaaat?! D:&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Farts... the smell... T__T&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Jayne, you have to understand! Farting is... is an essential! It, it is a very important aspect of life!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uhh, don't get me wrong. Of course I fart, but, uhh, don't be so... rude...&lt;br&gt;Hilton: This... this is a sport! You have to try it!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Okay Hilton, I'll teach you geom, just let this fart thing go, okay? XD&lt;br&gt;And then we talked about boys and the weird things they do when they're together for the next hour or so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANYWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ bye for now. XD I need to finish my persuasive essay. XD&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1155224775859829913?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1155224775859829913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1155224775859829913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1155224775859829913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1155224775859829913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-lulz-again-yuz.html' title='Random lulz, again. Yuz!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-9035217349988674914</id><published>2009-03-11T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:49:09.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ideal school day!</title><content type='html'>Guess what happened today?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YES! WE DIDN'T DO ANY PACEWORK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We started discipleship class at around 8am, then we had our first break. Nothing weird there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lunch was the best! We had around 2 hours of lunch break! Pastor Erich even let us use the second floor fellowship area for what John calls "power naps." (More like power sleep to me, really.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we wrapped up our discussion at around 3pm but when we got upstairs, it turned out that our class had free time so we went back down to the canteen to eat. OM NOM NOM NOM and then we were dismissed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THIS IS SO MY IDEAL SCHOOL DAY! (Tagline: Of course, no one graduates either, because duh, no one does PACE work LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm dreading tomorrow though, because I have to cram my Algebra and take my PACE test in Physics. Darn subject forces me to draw! DRAW! I am not capable of such an action!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pardon me. My brain has been melting since I got home because of the persuasive essay that I have to write. But I guess this is easy, since bashing is easy. Ranting is easy. Yes! Persuasive essays are easy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random lulz that made my night: (WARNING!!! IS TL;DR YO)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Jayne, what do you think of white long sleeves, a black necktie, and a striped coat?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: AWESOME! Obviously lacks creativity though.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Well, it's not like I have a choice.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: But still... maybe you can accessorize or something.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I can't accessorize! I'm a guy!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: A nice dress watch should be, uhh, nice. My brain is melting, sorry. XD&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: But where will I find a dress watch. T__T&lt;br&gt;Jayne: I think my dad has a spare. Yup, a silver one. A gold watch looks, uhm, old. HAHA.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I LOVE IT!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: This is for your grad?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: No.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: I mean the pictorial?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Then you should look handsome! Okay! Remember when you looked so awesome last NSC? The time when you looked so Korean?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Yeah? XD&lt;br&gt;Jayne: YOU NEED A CONCEALER!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: NOOO! BUT I DON'T HAVE A CONCEALER!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: I'd lend you mine but we're not compatible in terms of skin tone. XD Uhh.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Sam's look okay on me...&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Then borrow her concealer!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I can't. I already borrowed so much stuff from her. XD I'M SHY LOL&lt;br&gt;Jayne: WTH, YOU, SHY?! SERIOUSLY EPHRAIM GO BORROW IT FROM HER NOW&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: No, I'm shy! You do it!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: I WILL SERIOUSLY KICK YOU NOW GO BORROW IT SO YOU WILL LOOK HUMAN TOMORROW&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Wait, nagpapakipot na ako. ;))&lt;br&gt;Jayne: OKAY ANG LANDI MO HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Wait lang... so ibig sabihin wala kayo whole day bukas, right?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Yup!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: OMG YEHEY YEHEY YEHEY WALANG FOURTH YEAR WOOHOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: What!! Ang sama mo! You don't want me??&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Kidding Raim, kidding.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Hindi halatang galit ka. :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ano ba, joke nga e! :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole's status message: Mark Jacob Poscablo: yung isa kong kasama sa lunch na kumain na babae tinanong ako.. "Want to go to the movies sometime this spring break?"&lt;br&gt; 7:26:22 PM    truenname: LOL WTH YAN&lt;br&gt; 7:26:28 PM    truenname: ASJKKDNJDFNG&lt;br&gt; 7:26:32 PM    truenname: I FEEL SO HAPPEH FOR MJ&lt;br&gt; 7:26:34 PM    truenname: HE HAS LOVE LIFE&lt;br&gt; 7:26:35 PM    truenname: FINALLEH&lt;br&gt; 7:26:35 PM    so_numb23: hahaha&lt;br&gt; 7:26:36 PM    so_numb23: :))&lt;br&gt; 7:26:38 PM    so_numb23: oo nga e&lt;br&gt; 7:26:41 PM    so_numb23: intsik daw. :)) weee&lt;br&gt; 7:26:46 PM    truenname: !!!!!&lt;br&gt; 7:26:47 PM    truenname: YES NAMAN&lt;br&gt; 7:26:50 PM    truenname: MAY POWARZ&lt;br&gt; 7:26:52 PM    truenname: =))&lt;br&gt; 7:26:55 PM    truenname: &lt;&lt; brainmelt&lt;br&gt; 7:27:07 PM    so_numb23: &lt;&lt; brainfreeze hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to bash cartoons now! GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-9035217349988674914?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9035217349988674914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=9035217349988674914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9035217349988674914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9035217349988674914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ideal-school-day.html' title='My ideal school day!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-9026716766590551098</id><published>2009-03-08T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:55:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushroom...</title><content type='html'>"I love you. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you."&lt;br&gt;"Like the starlight in the sky, a dream that belongs only to us."&lt;br&gt;"Do you see it, do you see my heart?"&lt;br&gt;"I'll do anything, everything for you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These things sound so corny, right? But it probably took a lot of courage for a guy to disregard his pride and say those things to his loved one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then, said loved one could only tell him, "Eww, that's so gross. What are you? That sounds so gay!"in return.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, I realized this while watching a random kdrama. I must be a really sick person. I think people really should hate me.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-9026716766590551098?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9026716766590551098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=9026716766590551098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9026716766590551098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9026716766590551098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/mushroom.html' title='Mushroom...'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5175035140780672315</id><published>2009-03-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:59:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days of craziness and no sleep!</title><content type='html'>  Yup, a chronicling! So expect it to be tl;dr, as usual, people. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Friday, March 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was the day of my interview at the U.S. embassy! Okay, I'm not trying to be an annoying wise ass but to tell you the truth, I wasn't really nervous. Or wait, so I was nervous, but only because I was worried I'd run out of things to say, or I'd stammer and look stupid or something. :)) Other than that, I was more than a hundred percent sure I'd be approved a visa. XD;;; Don't ask me why. All I can say is that there are times when it's easier to be confused and/or ignorant. Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3:20am - Got up, after hitting the snooze button twice. Parents were getting annoyed with the incessant ringing of the alarm clock. (Without a doubt, everyone's least favorite sound.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:15am - Just got out of the bathroom, partly because I took a bath half-asleep. Seriously. I almost used toothpaste to shampoo my hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:50am - Finally left the house. Dad was really cranky, pissed that we were 20 minutes behind schedule. Pft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5:10am - Dad was giving me a sermon just because I didn't bring my phone with me. I mean, why should I? It was not like I was going to need or use it or whatever. In the end, he confiscated my phone, saying that if I wasn't going to use it, then I might as well live without it. Sure dad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5:31am - Dad was pissed because we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friggin'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt; minute late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5:45am - Finally arrived at the meeting place, the Starbucks across the street from the Embassy. Grabbed frappes and turkey sandwiches with mom while dad talked with the SOT officials. Pastor Erich wasn't here yet. (So much for dad's rant earlier.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6am - Barely touched my frappe. Saw Ina and the other delegates who were going to apply for a visa with me that day, and we sort of got busy talking. Uhm, I fail with names but I met this awesome girl from Palawan who placed first in lawn tennis at the nationals! Awesome!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6:10am - Went to the US Embassy. Dad kept telling me to read the flyers instead of the book I brought with me. (I'd Tell You I Love But Then I'd Have To Kill You by Ally Carter &lt;333)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8:45am - Went back to Starbucks to meet up with Pastor Erich. I was approved a visa! Yay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10am - Ate a proper breakfast with my parents at Mang Inasal's in Makati.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10:30am - Dropped by dad's office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11:40am - Parents dropped me off at school. Talked for a bit with pastor, then went up to my learning center, just in time for lunch break.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12:10pm - Nicole was emitting a fairly scary aura so I decided to stay away from them during lunch. Ended up with John and his kidney-stone-inducing lunch. TOO SALTY! D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12:20pm - Sir Jan, Jerry, Aneleigh, and Eliona joined us just as we were talking about panties, napkins, and briefs. (Uhm yeah, I don't know why we talked about those things as well.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12:45pm - Went upstairs with John and fangirled over Kuya Josh playing basketball. (I love this day! &lt;3)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12:48pm - Aneleigh and Eliona arrived and sat down with us. Aneleigh offered us pastillas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12:49pm - Then SHE OFFERED KUYA JOSH PASTILLAS! And Kuya Josh sat beside us! *melts*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1:02pm - Kuya Josh went off to play basketball again, and I took the chance to talk John into taking pictures of him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1:05pm - Went inside the learning center with Ruth, John, and Sir Jan. Gave Isolde to John and continued reading the book that I brought with me earlier.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2:30pm - John complained, "Ano ba yan Jayne, tama na nga yan!" *referring to me reading* "Parang kanina lang wala ka pa sa kalahati ah!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2:40pm - Finished the book. The ending was... okay. Wished there was more fluff though, I mean, it is chick lit after all. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3:15pm - Took pictures of Ephraim sexaaay waist. Seriously, his body is more feminine than mine. T____________________________T WHY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3:40pm - Went down to the office with John. Ma'am Kai, Aneleigh, and Kristine had already started eating ice cream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3:50pm - Peachy, Broe, and Ephraim came in. Yay for ice cream parties! XD Ah, and Isolde ran out of battery but good work John! Yay for lots of pretty pictures! X3 (More importantly, yay for pictures of Kuya Josh and Sir Markus! Haha!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:15pm - FINALLY headed to SM Marikina with Sir Jan, Ruth, Nicole, John, Troy, Hazel, Aneleigh, Cyrus, Paula, Aris, and Randy. Yeah, dami namin. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:18pm - John asked me to carry his bag while Troy and Aris stripped him of his shirt. (Seriously, and HE thinks I'M perverted. :\)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:25pm - John said, "Jayne, may bibilhin ako. Pero promise mo muna sakin na kakainin mo yun." SO SURE that it was some bad joke, I said no. But he bought the weird candy anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:29pm - Got convinced by John to try out the candy. Was supposed to get the black one which was, according to him, the tastiest among all the colors. Got an orange one instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:30pm - FELT LIKE VOMITING. WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!????!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:31pm - Ran towards the nearest stall and bought mineral water. Downed it in 3 seconds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:35pm - John told us that it was some sort of prank candy. There are two kinds of each color: a good-tasting one and a down-to-earth horrible one. EWW, GROSS. Disgusting flavors include: earwax, pencil shavings, booger, poo, among other things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:36pm - Realized I ate the one that tasted like earwax. FELT LIKE VOMITING AGAIN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:40pm - John and I went to Potato Corner to buy fries. John treated me so I forgave him. XD But... I still have that strange (read: bad, disgusting, gross) sensation in my mouth, like the earwax candy was stuck in my throat or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:42pm - Someone from JFA saw us and gave us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; looks. Uhm yeah, John and I, alone in front of the movies. Looks pretty bad. (I wish they could have seen Aneleigh and Troy instead. D:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4:58pm - Met up with the others inside the theatre. The movie was already starting. (Uhm, and because John says I shouldn't be proud of the fact, I won't tell you what movie we watched. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During the movie - Okay, note to self: Just so he LOOKS clean and fresh, it DOES NOT MEAN that he IS clean and fresh. I won't tell you who was sitting beside me during the movie (definitely not John though, he was with Sir Jan), BUT EWW, MORE THAN AN HOUR WITH THOSE SMELLY FEET! My nose, it died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Near the ending - Cyrus and I caught Aris staring pensively at the screen, with what looked like teary eyes! WOOO! Would have taken a picture but Isolde's dead. DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the movie - Went home with Nicole. Bought something for Samantha. (Peace offering ftw!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3am - Slept, finally, because I remembered that I had to meet up with John tomorrow WITHOUT A CELLPHONE. Okay, so maybe I do need one...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saturday, March 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5:30am - Woke up before my alarm buzzed so I went back to sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6:20am - Alarm was supposed to go off at exactly 6 but my mom turned it off because she thought I was already awake earlier. (which is true but she didn't know that I went back to sleep)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:22am - Finished dressing up. Begged my mom for my phone since I have a gut feeling that without it, I'll probably be an hour late for the session.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:30am - Arrived at the Mini-Stop in VILLAGE EAST. Panicked because John wasn't there yet. Sort of knew that this would happen though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:31am - Grew more anxious by the second. For some reason, I really didn't want to be late. Maybe because I think I've gotten terrified of Pastor Erich ever since he "shot" (our term for "said something that sort of hurt") me during the elections.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:32am - Knew I didn't have load but tried to text John anyway. I SUCCESSFULLY SENT HIM A MESSAGE! Wth, I had free text! ...Wow. The timing was so... perfect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:35am - Text log so far:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: john nandito na ako sa mini-stop. san ka na? D:&lt;br&gt;John: ha? sa loob?&lt;br&gt;Me: oo. nasan ka ba? D:&lt;br&gt;John: wala ka naman dito sa loob e!&lt;br&gt;Me: ano ba, nakaupo ako dito sa may bintana!&lt;br&gt;John: nakaupo kami dito nina aneleigh sa bintana. uhm jayne, sa robinsons metro east na mini-stop ha?&lt;br&gt;Me: what?! sabi mo kahapon dun sa dati! edi akala ko yung dito sa village east! JOHN!!!!!!! ajksdhjhfsdg&lt;br&gt;John: bilisan mo or else iiwan ka namin.&lt;br&gt;Me: wait, wag! ito na! papunta na ako dyan! DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OKAY, THAT WAS FAIL. *facefloor*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:41am - Ran to Mini-Stop after I got off the jeep. Received message from John, "jayne bye na."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:43am - Ran inside Mini-Stop and got greeted by Paul, Carlo, Lemuel, John, Aris, and Aneleigh. (Okay, that split-second with Paul was sort of awkward. Sorry na nga e. ;__;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7:49am - While in the taxi with John, Aneleigh, and Aris:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Akala ko late ka lang e. Balak ko sana hintayin ka lang dun sa Mini-Stop. T__T&lt;br&gt;John: Sino kaya dyan ang late! Before 7:20am nandun na ako!&lt;br&gt;Me: Eh, pano...?&lt;br&gt;John: Binaba ako dun nina pa.&lt;br&gt;Me: Eh? Bakit hindi ka na sumabay sakanila papunta sa life center? May maghahatid naman pala sa'yo.&lt;br&gt;John: Kawawa naman kayo e, tapos sabi ko na sa'yo na sabay tayo.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Grabe ka John! Ako nga lang dito yung nakakaalam kung paano pumunta sa life center e!&lt;br&gt;Aris: Diba dun ka nag-cchurch John? Bakit hindi mo alam?&lt;br&gt;John: Hindi ko napapansin e.&lt;br&gt;Me: Buti nalang talaga may free text ako. Wala akong load e. :))&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Hahaha, bakit ba kasi dun ka pumunta Jayne?&lt;br&gt;John: Oo nga, lumayo ka pa lalo. :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Hoy ikaw! Sabi ko sa'yo kahapon, saang Mini-Stop? Dun sa dati? Tapos sabi mo oo kaya!&lt;br&gt;John: Ay, yun pala yun. Akala ko tinanong mo lang kung Mini-Stop. :))&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ang dami-dami kayang Mini-Stop dito! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*on the radio: Sponge Cola - 'Di Na Mababawi*&lt;br&gt;John: ...&lt;br&gt;Me: ...&lt;br&gt;John and I: Wow.&lt;br&gt;John: Ang linis ng boses nya!&lt;br&gt;Me: Ang gwapo nung boses nya!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol hindi pa namin alam kung sino kumanta nyan nun. XD Hahaha, kinakanta ni John! Bagay pala sakanya. =))))))))) Ay sabagay, medyo tunog emo. XD Medyo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well... Nazarite (Nazirite?) training was okay. I really regret not being able to enjoy it to the hilt because of lack of sleep. We talked about self-rejection in the first half, and I didn't know how to take it. I mean, I know that that was what I've been doing all this time, but meh. I wasn't assuming the personality of someone else, just the perfect Jayne I thought I should be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We talked about perfectionism and self-criticism too. Turns out, my trust issues were a part of the whole disorder. Everything sort of made sense. I still don't know how to take it, until now, but one thing I know is that I really do want to rid myself of perfectionism. I just now I'm going to die early if I don't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After lunch, a doctor on HIV/AIDS gave us a lecture on HIV/AIDS awareness. The most shocking part though, was when one of her patients came in to give us his testimony. He was once a homosexual too, which made things a lot more interesting. (And no, I'm not just being a fujoshi here.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also learned about a new law in the Philippine Constitution: It is forbidden by the law for anyone to tell anyone of someone who has HIV/AIDS. Said person should tell other people himself. So I'm sorry I'm being vague, but yeah, if I won't watch my words I might end up in jail, or worse. (like ending up with an empty wallet)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we talked about parents, authority, and relationships. Really, I still haven't gotten over how perfect the timing was. I'm going through family dramu at the moment and this really helped A LOT. Thanks for my awesome groupmates btw: Nicole, Kristine, Sarah, Erika, and Ate... I forgot her name. T____T askjkgjkgh sorry! I fail! I fail with names! T____T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The ride home was awesome. :)) Nicole had to go to church so I didn't have anyone to go home with. And it's not like I knew how to get home from life center in the first place. I would have asked Samantha but the seniors were all going to Gateway to celebrate the anniversary of their barkada. (Congrats party people! XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uhh, Ephraim looked a little off so I asked him to go with me. Instead, he said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Kayo nalang ni Troy. Iniisip ko pa kung sasama ako sa kanila e.&lt;br&gt;Me: T-T-Troy? Eh?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ayun sya o, tatawagin ko.&lt;br&gt;Me: Wait, WAG! EPHRAIM! WAAAAAAIT! *pulls*&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Bakit?&lt;br&gt;Me: *whispers* Hindi kami close!!! DX&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: So? Sabay lang naman kayo uuwi e.&lt;br&gt;Me: Weird yun! Weird! Saka wala naman akong masasabi sakanya e!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: *turns around* Troy! Okay lang daw ba na sabay kayo ni Jayne umuwi?&lt;br&gt;Troy: *sees me peeking behind Ephraim* *smiles* Okay Jayne. :D&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: *turns to me* O diba, sabi ko sa'yo okay naman e.&lt;br&gt;Me: *melts* (What, Troy fangirl ako dati. Hahaha, nawala lang kasi... ewan ko rin e. Pero nung moment na yun naalala ko bigla. WTH. Haha.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Troy: Jayne tara. Sasabay tayo kay Tito Erich.&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, uhh, si Kristine?&lt;br&gt;Troy: Sinundo na yata siya e.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah, edi sino tayo?&lt;br&gt;Troy: Tayong dalawa lang yata. Umalis na yata si John e.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah... okay po. (Inner Jayne: ANG AWKWARD ANO BA YAN AKDSJKFNSGK I FAIL WITH PEOPLE) *just stood there like an idiot*&lt;br&gt;Troy: Uy samahan mo naman ako.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ha? Saan?&lt;br&gt;Troy: Tito Erich sasabay daw po si Jayne satin.&lt;br&gt;Pastor Erich: Ah, okay. Hi Jayne. :D&lt;br&gt;Me: P-P-Pastor. :D (Natatakot na talaga ako sakanya ngayon, hahaha. T__T)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the end, Troy went with the other seniors to Gateway. Needless to say, I was relieved. XD Yay, no more awkwardness! XD Hung out with Paul, Aris, Randy, Erika, and Hazel downstairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aris: Hay nako Paul, yang kabilang half ng utak mo. UTAK MO.&lt;br&gt;Erika: *fails to stifle her laughter*&lt;br&gt;Me: Eh, what other half?&lt;br&gt;Aris: Nagets ni Erika. :&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paul: ...&lt;br&gt;Me: Hindi ko gets! Ano nga!&lt;br&gt;Aris: Tanong mo kay Erika.&lt;br&gt;Me: Erika? ;__;&lt;br&gt;Erika: *whispers* Uhm, the green side. You know, boys...&lt;br&gt;Me: O_______O; PAUL, MAY GANUN KA NA SIDE? OMG!&lt;br&gt;Aris: Hay nako Jayne, hindi mo lang alam.&lt;br&gt;Me: E mukha syang inosente at... wait, pwede syang child rapist! Alam mo yun, yung tatayo dyan sa tabi na parang mabait na kuya tapos magbibigay ng gift sa bata tapos biglang... poof! Wala na yung bata!&lt;br&gt;Aris: Jayne utak mo... O_O&lt;br&gt;Paul: *stands over in a corner looking extra "nice"* Parang ganito Jayne?&lt;br&gt;Me: KYAAAAA! OO! GANYAN! Nako Paul oo nga noh, manyak ka! Pedophile!!! X3&lt;br&gt;Aris: Bakit parang kinikilig pa sya...&lt;br&gt;Me: Paul try mo kung may lalapit sa'yo!!! X3 Parang shota yaoi!! X3&lt;br&gt;Erika: Tara Aris iwan na natin sila...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After half an hour, Erika, Aris, Paul, and Randy left Hazel and I. Boo, ang tagal nina Pastor Erich bumaba. XD Buti nalang makwento si Hazel, haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After 10 years, I mean, nung lumabas na sina pastor sa staff room:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Whoah, akala ko umalis ka na. O_O;&lt;br&gt;John: Duh, sino kaya hinihintay nila. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah... e akala ko parang post-session meeting yun e. :))&lt;br&gt;John: Hindi, may ginagawa kasi kami dun sa kwarto na yun. *points to small room with no windows*&lt;br&gt;Me: Ha, ano? o_O;&lt;br&gt;John: Jayne, hindi yaoi. :|&lt;br&gt;Me: I... I wasn't thinking of that. ^___^;;;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then the three of us listened to Jason Mraz songs on the way to Hazel's place:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: *plays Jason Mraz - Butterfly* Jayne, pakinggan mo 'to. Pakinggan mo yung lyrics ha.&lt;br&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;br&gt;John: Ayun o, narinig mo?&lt;br&gt;Me: Ha?&lt;br&gt;John: Bastos kasi yung lyrics nito. Haha.&lt;br&gt;Me: Eh? @_@&lt;br&gt;John: "I'll be your pole and you're wearning nothing but shoes"... O diba!&lt;br&gt;Me: *whispers* Wth!! Tapos tinutugtog mo e nandyan parents mo sa harap?! Alam ba ni pastor??&lt;br&gt;John: Oo, haha.&lt;br&gt;Me: JOHN!!!&lt;br&gt;John: Okay lang yan, maganda naman kasi yung tono e. Diba? Wag mo nalang pansinin yung lyrics.&lt;br&gt;Me: Pano ko hindi mapapansin e napoint out mo na. T__T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, just before Hazel got off, we sang Lucky together. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: E pano yan John, ang dami mong bestfriends. :))&lt;br&gt;John: Isa lang bestfriend ko ah.&lt;br&gt;Hazel: E, sino?&lt;br&gt;John: Si Randy!&lt;br&gt;Me: E pano si Aneleigh? Si Samantha?&lt;br&gt;John: Super close friends ko sila.&lt;br&gt;Hazel: Anong pinagkaiba nun sa bestfriend?&lt;br&gt;John: Parang, super onti lang yung difference nila. Parang one step, ganun.&lt;br&gt;Me: So sino mas matimbang?&lt;br&gt;John: Syempre yung bestfriend!&lt;br&gt;Hazel: Yeee, nakakarelate si John sa Lucky!&lt;br&gt;Me: Favorite song ah! :&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Hoy, mga sira, hindi!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Alam mo ba, mag-wwork kami ni Sharraine dun sa restaurant ni...&lt;br&gt;Me: Eh? ZOMG! Sa-&lt;br&gt;John: Tinanong na din ako ni Jerry. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Pft. Eh... try mo? D:&lt;br&gt;John: Haha, kumain nalang kayo dun!&lt;br&gt;Me: Sige, sama ako kung kasama si Jerry. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Ang pinakagusto ko dun yung naka-apron ako e. XD&lt;br&gt;Me: Omg, ang uke mo!!! Dapat naka-dress shirt ka and vest! Parang butler! Seme yun, seme!&lt;br&gt;John: Uhm, kaya ko gusto na naka-apron ako kasi parang feeling ko ang galing ko magluto e.&lt;br&gt;Me: You're no fun. DX You can't be uke! I can't imagine Ephraim being seme!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Wow grabe, may Push parin sa cinemas! Nung valentine's pa yan ah!&lt;br&gt;Pastor Erich: Ano yang Push, John?&lt;br&gt;Me: *whispers* Hoy, tinatanong ka ni pastor!&lt;br&gt;John: *whispers* E, e duh, edi movie!&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, uhh, Camilla Belle?&lt;br&gt;Pastor Erich: Ha?&lt;br&gt;John: Ay oo pa, Camilla Belle!&lt;br&gt;Me: Ang ganda nya po e.&lt;br&gt;John: Oo, pag may nagtanong satin kung ano ang Push yun nalang sagot natin.&lt;br&gt;Me: Hindi naman tayo addict diba? :))&lt;br&gt;John: Hindi naman... pero ikaw lesbian.&lt;br&gt;Me: Y-You're gay. DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: On mo Bluetooth mo, may i-ssend ako sa'yo.&lt;br&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;br&gt;John: Bakit Melene yung name mo dito?&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, it's my phone's name.&lt;br&gt;John: What? Your phone has a name?&lt;br&gt;Me: Why not! DX&lt;br&gt;John: Tingnan mo name nung akin. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: What the hell? Free porn? =))&lt;br&gt;John: Hahaha, panalo diba!&lt;br&gt;Me: Pano pag sa mall diba, pag minsan naka-on din yung Bluetooth nung ibang tao.&lt;br&gt;John: Haha, sinesendan ko sila ng random crap.&lt;br&gt;Me: Wow, inaaccept nila? Siguro dahil sa name mo, wth. :))&lt;br&gt;John: Hahaha, maybe, and then they go, "Wow! Free porn! It's my lucky day!!" and then "Awwww, I thought this was supposed to be porn..."&lt;br&gt;Me: WHAT! =)))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bababa na nga lang ako sa bahay ang dami paring kwento ni John. Hindi ko na nga naintindihan yung tungkol sa BBQ because I was too busy telling Pastor Erich where to go. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaaaah, happy days. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5175035140780672315?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5175035140780672315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5175035140780672315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5175035140780672315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5175035140780672315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-days-of-craziness-and-no-sleep.html' title='Two days of craziness and no sleep!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-752888396609151168</id><published>2009-03-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:10:06.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards Better Days</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to the newly-elected officers of the 2009-2010 Student Council!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;President:&lt;/span&gt; Hilton John Villanueva &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Tonton, isa lang wish ko, yung school paper ha? ;__; CONGRATS! I love your speech! X3 /fangirl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice-President:&lt;/span&gt; Ruth Aurelle Gupana &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(WAIFU, ILU! CONGRATS! YOU DO YOUR BEST, OKAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secretary: &lt;/span&gt;Nicole Ann Escobar&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasurer:&lt;/span&gt; Geneca Odtohan&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Year Representative:&lt;/span&gt; Jerry Emmanuel Domingo &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Yihee, magkasama sila ni Nicole! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Year Representative:&lt;/span&gt; Josiah Darren Saynes&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Year Representative: &lt;/span&gt;Jared Joseph Matias&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Year Representative:&lt;/span&gt; John Christopher Tria&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, on to random quotes and pictures!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Roughly 5 months ago, John kidnapped my Domo-kun and refused to hand him back to me. But last Valentine's, when Nanie and I went into his room, I was able to retrieve my precious, most beloved Domo. &lt;3 Uhm, I threatened John that I'd search through his laundry, yeah. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random webcam pictures of Domo-kun: &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/stressed-sleepless-5-tips-to-beat-insomnia-397616/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: Tell me, what's the first that comes to your mind when you hear the word "balut."&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uhh...&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: Tell me!!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: A chick?&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: A chick? A chick?! A balut is not a chick!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: What, did I say that it was one? You asked me what was the first thing that came to mind and I just answered you.&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: This is why you have to buy me my balut!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: I don't even know where the hel-&lt;br&gt;Cyrus: You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uhm, I'm sorry. I'm not a fan of balut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Last week of March alis mo for London, right?&lt;br&gt;John: Yeah. Gusto mo sumama?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Yes. T__T&lt;br&gt;John: Edi sumama ka. Pupunta din kami sa Dubai.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ano bang gagawin mo dun?&lt;br&gt;John: Take pictures of Stonehenge. Take pictures of the sand. Actually, I'm just going to take pictures. Yeah.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: INGGIT AKO! TAKE ME WITH YOU! I... I'll fit inside your bag? XD;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Wait, Dubai? OMG JOHN, SUPER MURA NG ELECTRONICS DUN! Shop for camera stuff! Lenses!&lt;br&gt;John: Ha, e wala akong pera dun e. Nasa Hongkong pera ko.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: What...?&lt;br&gt;John: Oo, may trabaho kasi ako dun e.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Anong trabaho?&lt;br&gt;John: I... *sways hips*&lt;br&gt;Jayne: WHAT? *awkward silence for about 10 seconds*&lt;br&gt;John: ANONG INISIP MO HA! :&gt; IKAW TALAGA ANG DUMI NG UTAK MO!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: W-W-W-What... But... You...&lt;br&gt;John: ANONG INISIP MO!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: ...ya... ya... ya... ;____;&lt;br&gt;John: ...Sabi na e, yaoi nanaman.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hilton: I'm watching you.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: What?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: I'm watching you, you lesbian.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ha? Nag-usap kayo ni Hilton?&lt;br&gt;John: Hilton?...&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Creepy people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/swd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A picture of Ephraim with long, auburn hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random pictures of me harassing kids: &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/aaa-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/sdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/thytd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;(They're my cousins.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John seems to be better these days. He was such an emotionless fa- I mean, he was being emo last week. &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/dwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;proof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, end of random journal. See you guys tomorrow? XD&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-752888396609151168?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/752888396609151168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=752888396609151168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/752888396609151168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/752888396609151168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/towards-better-days.html' title='Towards Better Days'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6269499863810973616</id><published>2009-03-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:06:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;, after a week of self-doubt, emo, etc. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WE HAD OUR SCHOOL ELECTIONS EARLIER!&lt;/span&gt; Haha, I have been trying to write a speech since Friday last week, but I have only been able to write and complete my speech earlier this morning. PREP FAIL LOL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So anyway, since I only finished it during first break, I didn't have a lot of time to practice. Actually, I think the only polished part there was the introduction, because that was the only part that I was able to write beforehand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's my speech:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Good afternoon, fellow schoolmates. Let me begin by thanking everyone for taking the time to listen to me. It truly is an honor to be able to stand here in front of you and talk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am Jayne Orlina, third year high school, and I am running for the position of president of the student council.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How would you describe your ideal president? Someone smart, diligent, kind, and responsible? Someone with years of experience?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is truth? Isn't it a piece of information backed by facts?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If someone told you that the earth is round, you would believe him because countless men have already circumnavigated the world, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I told you that I was your ideal president, that I was smart, kind, diligent, responsible, and I have years of experience, and I had proof to support my claims, wouldn't you believe me? Would you vote for me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not perfect. I will not lie to myself and to every single one of you here today, by giving you a polished, flawless image of myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps the reason why our nation is in turmoil today is because we see our leaders in the wrong light. Our leaders are very much human too, just like you and me. Everyone commits mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am telling you this because I ran for this position with a vision.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are but a small school, but I believe that we are more blessed than bigger institutions in a significant way. Why? I have studied in a bigger school, a place where more than a hundred students graduate together every year without really knowing each other. We are blessed with the opportunity to develop close bonds with each other, to form deep friendships that can possibly last a lifetime. So this is my most earnest wish, for our school to be united.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am well aware that a leader, a president, can only do so much. Everyone has their own roles to play in life. Everyone in this school has a voice, a purpose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please, allow me to serve you, and let us walk hand in hand towards better days. Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then all the candidates of the four major positions were called onstage for the, uhh, question and answer portion. :)) Parang beauty pageant, WTH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here are some funny quotes:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Question: In what way are you better than your opponents? What makes you different?&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Well... I am better. Yeah... that's it.&lt;br&gt;Me: I ran for this position knowing that out of all my batchmates, I am the best.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Question: We have had quite a number of outstanding presidents in the past. What do you think makes you better than all of them?&lt;br&gt;Me: We were all created by God, each person with a unique purpose. We were given different abilities, different traits... in short, everyone is different. Which is why I think we shouldn't be compared to one another.&lt;br&gt;Hilton: Actually, Jayne said what I wanted to answer. Yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then Pastor Erich really butchered all the candidates who weren't able to attend family day. I was one of them but nevermind that, I think this was the most EPIC WIN answer:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Geneca: Sir, I love my family. If you will ask me to choose between the academy and my family, I'm sorry sir, but I will choose my family. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*APPLAUSE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quotable quotes from the candidates' speeches:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hilton: I want people, especially the kids, to look at me and say, "Si Hilton... addict yan. Si Hilton... puro pranks, ang gulo. Pero si Hilton, leader yan." &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(NA-INSPIRE AKO! HILTON, KUNG HINDI KITA KALABAN BINOTO KITA! ;______;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jeremy (my sister): ...because I don't know defeat.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (WTH, ANG TARAY! I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUUUU! *tackleglomps*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THEY WILL ANNOUNCE THE WINNERS FIRST THING TOMORROW! weihfwwejgkrbg ahhhh, whatever! A lot of people congratulated me earlier for doing well. Some even told me that I inspired them, and that whatever happens, they will always believe in me. They will look up to me. For them, I am their president. And that, I think, is what matters the most. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6269499863810973616?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6269499863810973616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6269499863810973616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6269499863810973616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6269499863810973616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3580868355963441336</id><published>2009-03-02T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:33:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying day aftermath!</title><content type='html'>*coughs* Appreciation day pala, sorry, sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's my paper! &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/front_by_ErikaFrancisValdez.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/back_by_ErikaFrancisValdez.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hirap basahin noh? Sorry naman, ang gaganda ng sulat namin. :)) Partida pare, parang 10 seconds lang kami nagsusulat bago ipapasa yung paper. Excited si Ma'am Kai. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, ito yung mga nakasulat. (Alam ko naman kasi na hindi kayo mag-eeffort basahin yan e ang liit nyan diba. :)))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really appreciate your palalambing! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Kai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(SEE, TOLD YOU SO! PAKIPOT KA PA MA'AM E! :3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I appreciate your always greeting me with a smile. - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Jan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Sir naaalala ko po kasi sa inyo si Ruth! Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sobrang matalino at chaka astig... haha!! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Hoy babae, nanglalait ka ba? Joke! Haha parang sya hindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sobrang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; matalino!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang talino to the highest level of degree, mapagbigay ng oreo - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Walang ILU? ;__;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matalino at masipag mag-aral - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(MASIPAG? PFFFFFFFFT-------HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;takot ako sa kanya pag galit pero mabait na kaibigan, diba? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Oo na Joboy. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masipag, magaling sa writing, masaya kasama, magaling din sa photography - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Isa pa 'to. Masipag? Seryoso ka John? :)) Ay kung sabagay, from your POV siguro, oo. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;KAMBAL! Super talino, saka mabait XD - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(KAMBAL! DAPAT SINABI MO MAGANDA! HAHAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok lng - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maganda!! - Gab &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Wow Gab... takot na ako sa'yo ngayon. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;ang ganda mo, matalino, mabait - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Uyyy may crush kay Sarah! Fufufufu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;smart at pretty... - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Uyyy pretty daw ako. Hahaha! /uto uto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matalino't masipag - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Yung mga nagsasabi na masipag ako baliw. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matalino - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matalino, &lt;strike&gt;pogi&lt;/strike&gt;, cool, and I appreciate your help! -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Darren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(KYAAAAAAAA FAVORITE KO YUNG SA'YO! POGI DAW AKO YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;sobrang matalino, and mabait! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mayabang! joke lang haha!! ganda ng hair! matalino at kulet!! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Bading ka, pinagnanasahan mo hair ko! Inggit ka, magpahaba ka rin! HAHAHAHA PEACE, JERRY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;matalino, mabait, at makulit - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Nagulat ako at nababaitan si Israel sakin. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;matalino at mabait, masiga mag pacework, galing sa english - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;matalino, masipag, mabait! Wahahaha! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(HOY HALATANG NAKIGAYA KA LANG HAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;DONG. Haha. Mabait ka ba? Joke. Matulungin ito, madalas hyper at highblood. Pero appreciated ng marami ang lahat ng ginagawa mo para sakin! Wee. =) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Pakipot ka nanaman, as always. Diba gusto mo ako i-shower ng TLC? ...Diba? NICOLE! DX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;matalino at mabait - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tobee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakakatuwa sya. At mahal na mahal ko "daw" sabi nya! haha. - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marynelli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(I love you too. :3 Uyyy kilig sya hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;nakakatakot nyahaha, galing mag-cosplay nyahaha, Asuka Kazama naman, masayang kasama - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(WTH MICHAEL?! I KEEL YOU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;walking dictionary, galing sa kahit na anong techonology, mabait, maniac (joke!) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geneca &lt;/span&gt;(aka bogart) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Hoy anong manyak ka dyan, anong ginawa ko sa'yo?!! DX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;JIMMY NEUTRON! hehe. Super talino! Ewan ko kung bakit ka ganyan! hehe. Laging tulog! Pero basta! Matalino ka! - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Oo na Samuel, oo nalang. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;mabait, magaling magturo - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;maganda matalino ok grabe galing sa writing mabait kulet kasama - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aris&lt;/span&gt; (aka aris_09) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(WALA AKONG PERA, ARIS! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Smart - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt; (aka Jots)&lt;br&gt;* PUSA!! ang mahal na mahal kong pusa =) Batchmate! Yow! Labsyu dude! (ERR mabaet... cool YE MAN!) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Err ka dyan, parang nag-isip sandali. D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matalinong Ate at masipag mag-aral - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(ATE TALAGA O! Fufufufu brother. &gt;:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne!! ang lupet mo ikaw ay matalino may pagka-nerd pero solid parin - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3580868355963441336?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3580868355963441336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3580868355963441336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3580868355963441336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3580868355963441336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/lying-day-aftermath.html' title='Lying day aftermath!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8996114596529292874</id><published>2009-03-01T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:54:13.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP!</title><content type='html'>    &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://qpidity.multiply.com"&gt;Thanks Jof!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can bring six friends, including yourself who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole, myself, Zhane, Ruth, Sarah, and Madel -- need I explain why? :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you guys headed for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random road trip, kung saan may gwapo. Joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--- you rent a van, where is everyone sitting and who is driving? ---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si Zhane nalang driver kasi 18 na sya. Fufufufu~ Kaso hindi pa siya marunong magdrive... fail. Bahala na! :)) Tapos andun ako sa tabi nya, kasi gusto ko sa harap tapos katabi ko yung window. Sa likod namin si Nicole, soundtrip lang, tapos dun din sya sa tabi ng bintana, dun sa likod ni Zhane. Tapos yung tatlong natira nasa likod, kung ano anong kalokohan ginagawa. :)) Knowing Sarah, siguro nagpapaka-vain sa camera. =)))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;IN THE MORNING&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who showed up late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole and I kasi sabay naman kami pumupunta lagi, Zhane kasi nag-iinternet pa sya bago umalis, and si Sarah for some reason. Siguro internet din. Hahaha, mga addict kami. :)) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who brought the most luggage?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SI RUTH! HAHAHA!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who came with no luggage at all?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siguro si Madel and Nicole.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who got car sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me--- I mean, no, kaya nga ako nasa harap at katabi yung window e! DX *sleeps*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who makes the Driver pull over so they can go pee in the woods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEELING KO SI ZHANE! Tapos yayayain nya si Madel! Tapos sasabihin ni Nicole kadiri kaso naiihi na talaga siya kaya sasama narin sya. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LUNCHTIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you stop for lunch, where at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A park! Parang lunchtime lang sa school, may sari-sariling baon. I brought weird sandwiches and eggs (because I always bring eggs, I can't live without eggs, I have to eat eggs... I'm going to die of hypertension), Ruth brought her epic cupcakes, and... I don't know about everyone else. :)) Basta I want Ruth's cupcakes! DX Ay si Madel masarap yung baon nun, sigurado. =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who spills their pop in the van?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah, malikot kasi. Tapos niloloko-loko pa ni Madel. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who forgets their food under the seat and causes an ant problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm, siguro si Sarah. Pansin ko lagi na siyang may natitirang baon ngayon e. UYYYYYY :&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;AT THE MOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You rent 2 rooms, one with two double beds and one with one double bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dun kaming lahat sa iisang room! Or siguro man-ttrip kami tapos ikukulong namin yung isa dun sa mas maliit na room... siguro ako yung pagttripan kasi ako yung uto-uto... &gt;_&lt;;;;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;IN THE MORNING YOU GO TO AMUSEMENT PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who throws up on someone else's lap? whose lap was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me, Ruth's. Feeling ko nakadikit ako sakanya. Or maybe not, kasi inaagaw sya sakin ni Zhane. SHIIZ MAYN, JOO HUBU! DX &lt;&lt; alien language :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who sits on the merry-go-round the whole time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me, I think. Habang nasa Space Shuttle sila. =)))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who goes straight to the snack bar and gets a large popcorn, some cotton candy, and order or fries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;NICOLE! Diet kaming mga iba. HAHAHAHA WTF DIE-YET. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BACK AT THE MOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who goes right to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;AKO. HAHAHAHA. =)) Ako yung epal pag sleepovers na magsasabi ng, "Hoy, walang matutulog ah!" tapos siya yung unang matutulog e. =))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who's making out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uhh, Zhane and some random- *gets stabbed*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who's building a fort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole. To keep out all the crazy people (probably me, Sarah, or Zhane). :)) Tagline: "Hindi ko kayo kilala!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who's crying because they want to go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol wala. Grabe naman, bata lang gumagawa nun e. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THE NEXT MORNING/GOING HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wont shut up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zhane and Sarah, definitely. Sila kasi yung nag-kkwento e. Kami tatawa lang, o mangbabasag, or mag-ccomment. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who cries because they didn't want to go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala naman sigurong iiyak, pero hindi ibig sabihin nun gusto namin umuwi. DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="6"&gt;&lt;br&gt;MADEL, I MISS YOU! DX&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8996114596529292874?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8996114596529292874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8996114596529292874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8996114596529292874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8996114596529292874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-9217526238987458128</id><published>2009-02-21T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:13:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care what you think as long as it's about me, baby.</title><content type='html'>  New LSS: I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy *pokes title*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SAMANTHA, ZHANE, AND NICOLE FOR EVERYTHING. &lt;3 IMU Sammie. :)) Thanks for reminding me why I loved you so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling ko nakakatakot kami pag nagsasama kaming apat. (Wala pa sina Ruth and Sarah sa lagay na yan, edi mas nakakatakot noh?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, mamaya na yung sleepover aftermath. Random quotes nalang muna.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Epic quotes:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Lol, there's nothing really wrong with me being carried by another guy, or me carrying someone on my back, right? I mean, hey, it's just John.&lt;br&gt;Sam: Well, carrying a guy on your back is pretty weird because...&lt;br&gt;Me: @_____@;;; Wow, that's scary.&lt;br&gt;Sam: Eh, but it's John anyway. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Lol yeah. As if naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samuel (to John): Alam mo pag nagpakasal kayo ni Jayne, tatalino ka.&lt;br&gt;John (to me): Pakasal tayo.&lt;br&gt;Me (to Samuel): What the hell? Anong klaseng twisted logic yan?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: Pero seryoso, tara.&lt;br&gt;Me: @_@;;; But John, genetics...&lt;br&gt;John: ...&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, tatamad ka lalo. Tamad ako e. XD;&lt;br&gt;John: Ah oo nga noh. :)) Okay lang, tatalino parin naman ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim (passing by my office): Hi Jayne.&lt;br&gt;Me (reading something): ...&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Jayne...?&lt;br&gt;Me: Oh, I thought you were Samuel! HAHAHA! What the hell!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I... I'm offended... T___T&lt;br&gt;Me: S-Sorry bangag ako. ;__;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Dude, okay ka lang?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Jayne? @_@&lt;br&gt;Me: What?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Okay ka lang?&lt;br&gt;Me: You know, that's not very polite. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: You called me dude!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Bakit pag nag-ppm ako sa'yo sa YM lagi kang nag-ooffline? T___T&lt;br&gt;Me: Sira, naddc ako. Virus ka noh?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Jayne!&lt;br&gt;Me: O hai Raim.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Maddc na yan. ;))&lt;br&gt;Me: ... *gets DCd*&lt;br&gt;Me: *relogs* I HATE YOU! DX&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: HAHAHAHAHAHA! =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam: Ano ba yan, halata naman e.&lt;br&gt;Me: Hayaan mo na, give him the benefit of doubt.&lt;br&gt;Zhane: E para ka naman kasing tanga kung magkukunwari ka na naniniwala ka sa conflicting stories nya e. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Like DUH. Pero pake ba natin. Wala naman tayong magagawa kung ayaw nyang umamin e. =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Thanks Jayne. :)&lt;br&gt;Me: Don't take me. I'm your friend, so I'm supposed to do this anyway. ANO BA. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: That's why I can't call some people "friends"...&lt;br&gt;Me: So? Stop frowning. You don't need people like them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: You're quite complex, actually.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: So I'm a species now? :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Feeling ko kapag may sinasabi ka sakin, hindi mo sinasabi lahat. Parang ang dami mong tinatago. Kinakabahan din ako pag tahimik ka, feeling ko kasi kung ano-ano na iniisip mo e.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Wow, you got me there. :)) Psychiatrist ka ba or something?&lt;br&gt;Me: E malamang pag tahimik, nag-iisip. :)) Common sense lang naman un e.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Diba nga common sense is not so common.&lt;br&gt;Me: So you mean to say that I'm amazing? Thank you. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Okay. Yup, you are.&lt;br&gt;Me: ...&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Okay ka lang?&lt;br&gt;Me: Sorry napatigil ako dun e. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ha? Bakit naman? :))&lt;br&gt;Me: FIRST TIME MO KAYA AKO NI-COMPLIMENT!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Eh? Hindi naman... yata?&lt;br&gt;Me: Akala ko babanat ka ng something like eww no, asa ka pa. Parang ganun.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Wow, mali ka. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Parang hindi ko tuloy alam kung dapat matuwa ako o hindi. :))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: It's good you have me, ne? :3&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Oo nga e, buti nalang talaga nandyan ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: You're taking people for granted.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Eh? No, I don't think so...&lt;br&gt;Me: Yes you are. You remind me of myself, of the time when I took you for granted. Of course, I regret that now though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I hate him more each day.&lt;br&gt;Me: To tell you the truth, I feel the same way about you. But I don't know, I still want to be your friend.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Is this supposed to be good? :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Maybe. Love-hate relationships are fun, aren't they? :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: I don't like it when people call me gay...&lt;br&gt;Me: @____@ TINAMAAN AKO. OHSHI- EPHRAIM, I'M SORRY! DX Kung na-ooffend ka why didn't you tell me?! Everytime pa naman na nakikita kita yun yung bati ko sa'yo...&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ha, ewan, hindi ako na-ooffend pag ikaw. :)) HAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah, okay. I'm relieved. :3 So I can still call you gay? :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha sorry kung na-flood kayo ng Ephraim. :)) Nag "heart-to-heart" kami nung isang araw e. =)) Naaaliw ako. X3&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-9217526238987458128?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9217526238987458128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=9217526238987458128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9217526238987458128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9217526238987458128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-don-care-what-you-think-as-long-as-it.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t care what you think as long as it&amp;#39;s about me, baby.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6651321864783121449</id><published>2009-02-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:39:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are all familiar with this story about the old moth (not necessarily a mother or father) that warned a young moth not to fly too close to a lighted candle lest it die. But the young moth was so attracted to the candle's light and warmth, and it disregarded the older moth's practical advice. Round and round the flame it flew. Finally it hovered so near the flame that its wings got burned. It fell and died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~from Ambeth Ocampo&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I almost made the same mistake, but thanks to a couple of friends, heaven-sent angels, really, I woke up to my senses moments before I got burnt. It taught me one very, very, very important lesson, and that is, obviously, to not fly too close to the flame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once a stone starts tumbling down the hill, it will go on forever till it reaches rock bottom. That's common sense. I lost mine for a couple of weeks but thankfully, I have it back now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again, to everyone who helped, I really cannot thank you enough. Everything will be back to normal, I promise. Good thing I have awful memory so that should make things easier.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6651321864783121449?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6651321864783121449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6651321864783121449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6651321864783121449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6651321864783121449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-goodbye_19.html' title='Hello, goodbye.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3335978445274273283</id><published>2009-02-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:33:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are all familiar with this story about the old moth (not necessarily a mother or father) that warned a young moth not to fly too close to a lighted candle lest it die. But the young moth was so attracted to the candle's light and warmth, and it disregarded the older moth's practical advice. Round and round the flame it flew. Finally it hovered so near the flame that its wings got burned. It fell and died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~from Ambeth Ocampo&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I almost made the same mistake, but thanks to a couple of friends, heaven-sent angels, really, I woke up to my senses moments before I got burnt. It taught me one very, very, very important lesson, and that is, obviously, to not fly too close to the flame. Nicole was right. Once a stone starts tumbling down the hill, it will go on forever till it reaches rock bottom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, everything will be back to normal. Thankfully, I have awful memory so that should make things easier.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3335978445274273283?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3335978445274273283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3335978445274273283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3335978445274273283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3335978445274273283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, goodbye.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8389616472199035427</id><published>2009-02-17T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:22:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the seven deadly sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grabbed from &lt;a href="http://lolitacookie.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Caz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. :D Thanks again!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WRATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR WEAPON OF CHOICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Excalibur and Caliburn plz. /saber_wannabe1337&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO GOT REALLY ANGRY AT YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot. :)) I think I'm the one who always gets angry at people. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR PET PEEVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Perverts, unreasonably emo people, people who "borrow" my stuff without permission, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO YOU KEEP GRUDGES, OR CAN YOU LET THEM GO EASILY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I let them go easily, not because I want to, but because I have fail memory. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT IS ONE THING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO DAILY THAT YOU HAVEN'T? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EXERCISE FOR THE WIN! Oh, and yeah, study and do my homework. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT IS THE LAST LAME EXCUSE THAT YOU MADE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sir Jan: So, why didn't you do your homework?&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, I fell asleep.&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: You had a whole weekend to do this Miss Orlina, so why didn't you? Don't tell me you were sleeping for 2 and a half days.&lt;br&gt;Me: I... don't know how to combine complex-&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Pleeease, give me a decent excuse, please.&lt;br&gt;Me: SIR, I'M SORRY I DIDN'T DO MY HOMEWORK! :(( I DON'T HAVE AN EXCUSE!&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON ON YOUR ALARM CLOCK THIS MORNING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't use an alarm clock. My maid wakes me up. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR OVERPRICED YUPPIE BEVERAGE OF CHOICE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanilla frappe from Starbucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE YOU A MEAT EATER? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup! I mean, what else is there to eat? I hate vegetables, and you don't usually have fruit and bread for your main course...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR DRINKING AND EATING HABITS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol, NO. I eat egg twice a day everyday now, and I can't seem to have breakfast without it. Yeeeah, helloooo bad, bad, bad cholesterol! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO YOU ENJOY CANDY AND SWEETS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They're okay but I prefer nuts and spicy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHICH DO YOU PREFER? SWEETS, SALTY FOODS OR SPICY FOODS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SPICY FOODS! /o/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER LOOKED AT A SMALL HOUSE PET OR CHILD AND THOUGHT, "LUNCH"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAH! Lesse... Jad, Alex, Abigail, Keanna... there are lots of yummy looking kids at school! X3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GREED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY CREDIT CARDS DO YOU OWN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;None, because I'm still a friggin' minor. Just you wait! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF YOU HAD A MILLION DOLLARS, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shop for toys, shop for clothes, shop for camera accessories, shop for jewelry, shop for prints, shop for paintings, shop for shiny things...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER BE RICH OR FAMOUS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rich and NOT famous plz. I value my privacy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOULD YOU ACCEPT A BORING JOB IF IT MEANT THAT YOU WOULD MAKE MEGABUCKS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure! I'll probably be swimming in money by the time I get really sick of it and quit anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PRIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT'S ONE THING THAT YOU'VE DONE THAT YOU'RE MOST PROUD OF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesse, I used to boast about the time I beat up 3 third-grade boys when I was in kindergarten. :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT'S ONE THING THAT YOU'VE DONE THAT YOUR PARENTS ARE MOST PROUD OF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Winning awards, medals, plaques... etc. Seriously, they want to have everything framed. Weirdos. Why can't they be normal people and hang interesting stuff like prints, posters, and paintings on their walls instead?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT THING WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCOMPLISH LATE IN YOUR LIFE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uhh, I just want to have someone to grow old with, have children who will take care of me when I finally lose my mind and rot into dust, and of course, have tons of money to do whatever I want with. (I reckon being old must be boring, so yeah.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO YOU GET ANNOYED BY COMING IN SECOND PLACE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly, I really don't care but it gets annoying when people keep telling me what a waste it was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CHEATED TO GET A BETTER SCORE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol. When I cheat, I give out the answers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SEEN NAKED TODAY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. HAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE SEEN YOU NAKED ALREADY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quite a lot? I have a lot of relatives, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CAUGHT YOURSELF STARING AT THE CHEST/CROTCH OF A PERSON OF YOUR CHOSEN SEX DURING A NORMAL CONVERSATION? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol yes. I was wondering, "How did she achieve such a flat chest? What sort of bandaging did she do?! Gaaaah! Must... know..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN PROPOSITIONED BY A PROSTITUTE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha no. Haven't met one yet, thankfully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF YOU COULD BE ANYONE WHO EXISTED IN THE WORLD, WHO WOULD YOU BE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ARTHURIA SABER PENDRAGON PLZ &lt;3 Kidding.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER WISHED YOU HAD A PHYSICAL FEATURE DIFFERENT FROM YOUR OWN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT INBORN TRAIT DO YOU SEE IN OTHERS THAT YOU WISH YOU HAD FOR YOURSELF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Oooh, I want fast metabolism plz! Like Nicole! So I won't get fat no matter how much I eat!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8389616472199035427?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8389616472199035427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8389616472199035427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8389616472199035427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8389616472199035427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Me and the seven deadly sins'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2484625547754691805</id><published>2009-02-15T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:47:16.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for taking pictures of street children?</title><content type='html'>Hi, I have to take pictures of *real* street children for my project but the problem is, I really don't know how I should go about it. I'm afraid of walking around with my dSLR, in fear of getting mugged or worse. I also don't know how I will be able to take pictures of street children up close since when I first tried it out in the streets near my school, they kept shying away from my camera.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone here who can help? By the way, I only have 18-55mm and 50mm lenses. Thanks a lot. :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2484625547754691805?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2484625547754691805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2484625547754691805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2484625547754691805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2484625547754691805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice-for-taking-pictures-of-street.html' title='Advice for taking pictures of street children?'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5409013923282020001</id><published>2009-02-15T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:29:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Street Kid</title><content type='html'>Jayne Lois Orlina&lt;br&gt;Creative Writing Class&lt;br&gt;February 12, 2009&lt;br&gt;Descriptive-Narrative Paragraph&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Linen, chiffon, and pink, frilly things. She twirled around as she giddily eyed every shiny trinket, every velvet dress, and every gorgeous piece of jewelry in the great pink wonderland. She could barely make out in her mind the images of rusty cans and empty bottles, images of poverty which seemed so out of place in such an extravagant room full of what looked like really expensive odds and ends. What was that? She thought to herself as she wearily shook her head in confusion. What a random thought.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Flocking gaily to the side of a porcelain tea set in the far right side of the room, she marveled at the intricacy of the lovely sakura blossoms embossed on each tiny cup. She carefully picked one up, eyeing it curiously as she proceeded to pour herself some darjeeling tea.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Sipping slowly, her mind wandered off and she looked around, eyeing each and every wonderful toy again. A couple of ball-jointed dolls dressed in Victorian fashion caught her eye. Leaving the empty cup on the glass table, she hastily went there to inspect them further.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    “What lovely things,” she breathed, awestruck, as she slowly caressed their clay faces. How lean, white, and beautiful! Yes, she couldn’t think of enough adjectives to describe how perfect they were. She thought that their smiles definitely suited them. Yes, if anyone was that perfect, surely he’d have such a smile on his face as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Her heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of dread overwhelmed her very being. Instinctively, she turned to her right, and there, on the floor, was a very horrible sight. Dozens upon dozens of the same perfect dolls, with the same pretty smiles, were on the floor, their smooth faces marred by dust and filth, and their wonderful bodies broken into countless pieces.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    She gasped. What happened? Just earlier, she thought that they had everything; they had nice clothes, luscious hair, and beauty, beauty far beyond what was known to man. They always smiled. But... what happened? Her mind simply couldn’t comprehend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Then, the exquisitely beautiful, yet utterly useless things vanished, one by one, into nothingness. She just stood there, staring at them, feeling neither sadness nor any other feeling at all. In their place, she saw vandalized walls, flickering lights, garbage cans, and stray cats.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    The wonderland was gone. That's when she felt the cold, hard cement on her bruised back. The all-too-familiar mix of deadly carbon monoxide and smoke teased her nostrils. She coughed. A couple of seconds passed, and she realized that she has just woken up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Her sister was beside her, still sleeping peacefully. The tattered remains of a carton box served as their blankets. Memories of the gorgeous bed and its fluffy comforters flashed in her head. She was in utter bliss a second ago, but now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    She stopped, shocked that she couldn’t finish that thought. Now, what about now? She gazed at her sister’s serene face again. She felt her heart beat, one, two. She looked at their little space on the sidewalk, alongside countless other homeless people, most of whom were their friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    She was happy. Even though she didn’t have something soft to sleep on and something delicious to eat, she had her sister. “There are things in this world that are far, far, far more valuable than money,” she quietly mumbled to herself as she woke her sister up. The rays of sunlight complimented her auburn tresses. A new day has begun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Linen, chiffon, and pink, frilly things. She twirled around as she giddily eyed every shiny trinket, every velvet dress, and every gorgeous piece of jewelry in the pink wonderland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My submission for our first project in Creative Writing class: Descriptive-Narrative paragraphs. Haha, I'm quite proud of it, since I rarely attempt descriptive writing. I'd rather write dialogues, really. :)) Sorry if it seems a bit rushed, because I did cram it the night before the deadline. :)) Now I don't know what I should add. Meh. :| Sorry for the eyesore.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5409013923282020001?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5409013923282020001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5409013923282020001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5409013923282020001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5409013923282020001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/street-kid.html' title='A Street Kid'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6645013583318488851</id><published>2009-02-12T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:10:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookbook Philippines needs more manly men.</title><content type='html'>Lol, the title is in correspondence to my waifu's plea: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jayne kadiri naman yung Lookbook PH! Puro bakla nakikita ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol, grabe ka naman! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oo nga, as in every set may bakla. Ano ba yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha may mga manly men naman ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E mas marami bakla e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, bakit ka ba naghahanap ng manly men. /jealousact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W-Wala, napansin ko lang madaming bakla...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; I humbly apologize in place of my waifu if her words offended anyone here. To each their own, ne? Kthxbai!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speaking of our wife and husband act, here's a funny (well, for me at least, and no, I'm not a masochist) story:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From now on, I'll call you waifu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you'll call me hasu! X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano, aso? Sige, aso! Aso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O___O HASU!!!! HASU NGA E! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sus, bisaya naman itech. Asu! Asu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T____T You evil person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the random update. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So anyway, in order to put a smile on my waifu's lovely face, I'm here to give out invitations to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;manly men&lt;/span&gt; who want Lookbook accounts. (Lookbook.nu is an invite-only community.) Don't flirt with my waifu or I'll kick you... where you don't want to be kicked, okay? :&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MJ Poscablo (via YM): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling ko pa nga naging status quo yung mundo. err. hahaha. feeling ko.. parang bumalik sa dati ang lahat. ewan. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe... but a part of me will always miss him. Gah, I utterly fail with goodbyes! And I have to deal with Madel's departure next week. WHYYYYYYY *headdesk*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will be back with a proper update next week, or when my brain regains function. Whichever comes first.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6645013583318488851?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6645013583318488851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6645013583318488851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6645013583318488851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6645013583318488851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/lookbook-philippines-needs-more-manly.html' title='Lookbook Philippines needs more manly men.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2107990519827443727</id><published>2009-02-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:50:11.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview me!</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://silversiren.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Marien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I added another rule.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"&lt;br&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br&gt;3. You will post the answers to the questions as a reply in this thread.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you viewed this blog entry, then you &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haha. Got 'ya. :P   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2107990519827443727?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2107990519827443727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2107990519827443727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2107990519827443727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2107990519827443727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-me.html' title='Interview me!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4402971237141525344</id><published>2009-02-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:57:26.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superstore Survey.</title><content type='html'>    I didn't publish this immediately because I had something to blog about after answering the survey but didn't have time to but now I forgot what it is so I'll publish this without it... and yay for long sentences. :)) *wonders if she made sense* :))&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Department One: Apparel And Jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you wearing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still in my uniform, the regular one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your favorite shirt look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a purple striped collared shirt from Giordano.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Err, cotton.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your favorite kind of jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Straight-cut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do the last pair of shoes you wore look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Black mary janes from Rusty Lopez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many shoes do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much jewelry do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;None. I just borrow from my mom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own any real diamonds or other expensive jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't even own jewelry. :)) I'm not really fond of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone ever gave you jewelry as a present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah. My relatives like giving me jewelry for Christmas. (And I give everything to my mom because I don't really like wearing jewelry, even on special occasions. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like diamonds or gemstones better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diamonds. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver or gold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Both please.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Two: Electronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a DVD player in your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't even have a car. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have one, what does your camera/camcorder look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol, how is this related to the first question? Anyway, Isolde is beautiful, but I want to buy a customized camera strap for her. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much did it cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Around 40k for the whole kit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of cell phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Nokia 5610D-1.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you send texts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whenever I have someone to text? Haha, but I'm not really much of a text person, only when I'm outside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have your own computer or does your family share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Melene is all mine. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many computers are in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still have a VCR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's that? :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many DVDs do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm too lazy to count, but my dad has a whole shelve of DVDs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your car have a GPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of ipod/mp3 player do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;My PSP is also my mp3 player. It got annoying that I have to carry around so many things at one time (camera, psp, mp3 player, phone, wallet) so I had my mom sell my old mp3 player. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs are on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Around 200+, I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What size is your TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't really know. :)) And I'm too lazy to measure it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many TVs are in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What video game system do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just a PSP. My parents hate consoles. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about handhelds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like I said, a PSP. I want to get a DS soon though, just so I could play more Harvest Moon! &lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many video games do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Around 10 now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Three: Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kitchen appliances do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;A toaster, a microwave, an oven, a stove... gah, I'm too lazy to name all of them, sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pantene, I think. (I DON'T KNOW LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soap or shower gel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shower gel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your comforter look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a sunny mixture of blue, green, and yellow. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it match your pillows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup. Sometimes I have my pillowcases replaced with white ones though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What size is your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you or your parents like to decorate the house with various things or is it plain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;They like to decorate the walls with our various medals, certificates, pictures... yeah, they're addicted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the furniture in your house match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope, I don't think so. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your couch look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;The couch in my room is yellow... and yeah, that's just about it. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many does your dining room/kitchen table seat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;6 people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any fancy china?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, although we never use them. My mom says it's because we still have a toddler at home. (Jowi is freaking 6 already, for chrissake!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have outside furniture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many rugs do you have in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't really know. 6, maybe? XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your curtains look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now we have purple and pink curtains. They're my favorite because the purple looks so majestic with its gold embellishments. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Four: Grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of bread do you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Banana bread, croissants, uhh, regular bread, chocolate bread.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite kind of cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm. This is a tough question. Honey and vanilla chiffon, methinks. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get a lot of sweets from the grocery store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not really. I'm not that into sweets. I'd rather have spicy stuff, or peanuts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of soda is your favorite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not really fond of sodas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink juice? What kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, we always get Milk Maid and mango juice at the grocery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite chewing gum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not really fond of gum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you usually get candy from the check-out aisle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just Doublemint.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHICKEN SOUP! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had soup when you were sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, always! I love soup!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your favorite canned vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eww, I don't eat vegetables. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you eat for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most of the time, just soup and some toasted croissants.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poptarts or toaster strudels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;POPTARTS!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What salad dressing do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thousand island sauce!... even though I don't eat salads. =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAYO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of cookie do you like best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chocolate chip and butter!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of snacks do you get at the grocery store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pocky, Champola wafer sticks, mini-Oreos, mini-Chips Ahoy, and lots of peanuts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get the meat from the deli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite frozen dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't eat frozen dinners. Homecooked meals = &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer frozen dinners to actual cooking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite kind of pasta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;LASAGNA! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you eat meat? And if not, do you eat vegetarian meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meat's what I mostly eat. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;MANGOES!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;EWW NO! DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Five: Health And Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of make up do you normally use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Concealer and foundation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear more make up on special events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, if I have enough time to prepare.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite make up brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAC.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you use any acne products?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, the ones my dermatologist prescribed to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of perfume do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sweet Pea from Body Shop. (To tell you the truth, perfume makes me head ache and/or makes me sneeze so I hate it. But Sweet Pea doesn't, and it really, really, really smells good!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been on a diet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What products do you use in your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shampoo every other day, conditioner everyday, hot oil treatment once a week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you brush your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everytime I see tangles. I get so annoyed that I JUST HAVE TO BRUSH IT even if I'm doing PACE work or whatever. (Damn perfectionism...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you take when you have an upset stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;That weird medicine... whose name eludes me at the moment. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you take any prescription medicine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Six: Movies, Music, And Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite movie of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm... Metropolis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What genre of movie do like best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slice of life, comedy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beverly Hills Chihuahua.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you purchased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's The Man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your all time favorite band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;LINKIN PARK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still buy CDs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup. NO TO PIRACY! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last CD you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;P!ATD's Pretty. Odd.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maria Holic's ED1.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Rainmaker by John Grisham and The Little Prince.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm. None.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you even like reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, very much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyday, actually. (mostly manga though)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Seven: Sports And Fitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own a bike/skooter/skateboard/etc.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old were you when you learned to ride a bike without training wheels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;16... T__T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you work out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't have a definite schedule. It just depends if I have time to spare. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in good shape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not really. I've lost weight but I feel more lethargic than ever. It's depressing, really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go to a gym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been fishing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been on a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you play golf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever rode on a golf cart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever go hunting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm... yeah. (I had second thoughts because I was thinking of the poor animals. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taekwondo, soccer, badminton, lawn tennis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever played on a sports team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup. I was in the taekwondo, soccer, and badminton varsity teams all at the same time once. It was crazy. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of balls do you have in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;A soccer ball, a basketball err, ball, golf balls, and tennis balls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Department Eight: Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lego pieces.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still play with toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Figures are toys, right? Then yes. I miss my Lego!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you collect any toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup. Figures are addicting!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever have building blocks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;YEAH! (That's another term for Lego, right? XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you play with dolls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tch, yeah. I cut all of my Barbies' heads off. &gt;:3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbies or Bratz? Which were better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bratz. They had bigger heads for me to decapitate!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;MONOPOLY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like to do arts and crafts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not really. I suck with scissors. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think that kids now have it better than you did when you were young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm, not really. At least we got to enjoy more physical games like marco polo freeze when we were younger. XD&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4402971237141525344?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4402971237141525344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4402971237141525344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4402971237141525344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4402971237141525344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/superstore-survey.html' title='The Superstore Survey.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1409133550822943016</id><published>2009-02-04T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:54:53.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCS Battle of the Bands</title><content type='html'>I bought two tickets from Bethel months ago because I didn't know Marla will be treating me. :)) I didn't know that she'll be treating almost everyone who I know as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I have two tickets and I'm not going to use them. Anyone who wants them? :)) Let me know asap, because the event will be this friday already, 4pm at Teatro Marikina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On to a random survey~ Thanks &lt;a href="http://niqueislove.multiply.com/journal/item/234/I_was_tagged._Or_so_I_thought_"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Nique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have scars at the moment. Yay. 8D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. WHAT'S ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures, embarrassing pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uhm, it's black and rectangular LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4 WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was around 9am, I think. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ability to resist sleeping in class. I will seriously get in trouble if I bring home another freaking detention slip. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. WHO DO YOU MISS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm. My PC, Isolde, and him, of course. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah. &gt;_&lt;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That emo-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Pea from Body Shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahit ano, di naman ako maarte. Brunettes + emerald eyes = WIN though. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On top of Mt. Everest. O diba, that's what I call "effort." BOHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Energy drink. *remembers soccer days* XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUSAGES! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm. I'm not really hungry. :)) Maybe a ham and cheese croissant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole, I think, judging from the way she acted earlier. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't really remember but I think my parents gave me everything I wanted when I was little? XD;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;No. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm. Topshop, Analog Soul, Team Manila, Kamiseta, Bayo, Adidas, H&amp;M... Yeah, those are all of my favorite stores, I think. I hope I didn't forget anything. I mostly shop online though. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Porsche!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope. But I want a German Shepherd! Or a Doberman! Yay for cute dogs! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sweatdrops*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. I JUST DID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tell them? Haha, I suck with words and my friends tell me that I'm touchy but... meh, I'd hug him? XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Threescore and seven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brunettes! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0915... 397. I think? My phone's battery is dead so I can't check if that's his number LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uhh, I'd rather not talk about it. *hides from stalkers* 8D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What? XD Hmm, my parents made me do the chores before when I got grounded... they immediately took it back after a day though. HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah. Lots of times. :)) Kaso epal e, nauso na caller IDs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eww no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had nothing to blog about. Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My smile, for some really sick and twisted reason. Or maybe my brains... OH WAIT, I KNOW! My hair and my hands! Yeah, they used to tell me that I would have been better off being just hair and hands nalang. WEIRD DIBA. Labo! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME LEGAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd be beating up drunk bastards on the street. They're annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of love! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twins! A boy and a girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up late and hurried to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yakisoba. I got addicted to it again. *headdesk*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;No. Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;51.WHAT COUNTRY DO YOU LIVE IN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Philippines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I tend to bite my lip. I also tend to punch people or kick them or whatever when I run out of things to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Marmalade, I think? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe? I think I give good advice. I have terrible mood swings though, and I'm a prick, and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For greater justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if I'm shopping. HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I break things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Bicol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;59. EVER BEEN DRUNK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I didn't know punch had alcohol in it and I drunk too much. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lego. I had tons of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't check, because it's dead right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH, NO I DON'T! ...Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty. Honesty tops everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too many to mention.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookies and cream, and ube!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black, gray, white, violet, green, blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;74.WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jofer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way they carry themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;80. Favorite Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything by Linkin Park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idiots, hypocrites, and unjust leaders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;82. FAVORITE ALCHOHOLIC DRINK(S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini? XD And he's an aquarius, I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taekwondo, soccer, badminton, lawn tennis, karting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark brown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;87. HEIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;5'2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;88. FAVORITE ANIMAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolphins and dogs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May and December!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate raw food and the seaweed thing they use to wrap sushi whose name eludes me at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Holic Ep 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday, his birthday, Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Relationships, definitely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm, some stranger on my contacts list. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None at the moment. Too busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;100. DO YOU LOVE ANYBODY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1409133550822943016?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1409133550822943016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1409133550822943016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1409133550822943016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1409133550822943016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/fcs-battle-of-bands.html' title='FCS Battle of the Bands'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5261984285904992111</id><published>2009-02-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:37:48.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, I see...</title><content type='html'>Stolen from the very epic &lt;a href="http://nostatic.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Runer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THE RULES: &lt;/span&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What is one thing that you will never do?&lt;br&gt;- I'll never, ever, ever compromise my standards and my principles, especially when it comes to my faith. I'm not a formalist who rejects change though. You just have to convince me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. At what age do/did you wish to marry?&lt;br&gt;- I did want to get married at age 27... but right now I'm not so sure anymore. :)) Meh, whatever goes, as long as I'm already out of school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What's your all time favorite song?&lt;br&gt;- Anything by Linkin Park. (I mean anything as in anything, okay? It's not the title. Haha!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. What's your most recent regret?&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; but I haven't thought it through yet... so I'm not really sure. I'm sure I regret not buying more at Photoworld Asia last Sunday though. :))&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What are you doing right now?&lt;br&gt;- Dilly-dallying. Honestly, I'm not in the mood to do anything right now. Gah. *rolls around*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Is there someone you're thinking of right now? Who?&lt;br&gt;- Yeah. Meh, things suddenly got awkward when I told him about that... and my gut feeling tells me that it's not okay even though he says it is. Frankly, I'm disappointed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. When you encounter a sad moment, what do you do?&lt;br&gt;- I think it through and act accordingly. Most of the time, I just want to be a kid and cry though... but meh. The sad truth is that I'm not a kid anymore and I have to grow up. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what's the first thing that you'd do?&lt;br&gt;- Spend it. Duh. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br&gt;- Falling, looking like an idiot, and being forgotten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. If you can tell someone all your secrets, who would it be?&lt;br&gt;- God, then Nicole Escobar. Haha. But I'm already doing that so meh. Someday, I want to be able to talk to my mom unabashedly as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What draws you to the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;- What? :)) Hmm. I'm someone who has a distorted view of genders in that I see boys and girls in the same light. So I'll have to say that whatever draws me to females, is what will draw me to males as well which is probably the reason why I have a lot of gay/feminine/metrosexual friends. :)) Hygiene is A REALLY BIG PLUS though, moreso because they're men and they stink even when they try not to. HAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Is there someone you love who have hurt you in any way? Who?&lt;br&gt;- The saying "you hurt the ones you love" isn't popular for nothing. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br&gt;- I don't really know at the moment. It makes me feel bad, because I feel like I don't have a direction in life. I know the Lord is guiding me but... gah, too many choices... or maybe I just really have a problem, or something...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. If you have one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;br&gt;- I have everything that I could possibly want. Or, maybe I'd wish for a dream, something to attain, to labor hard for, but I don't want something tangible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Given a chance to make someone love you, who would it be?&lt;br&gt;- My dad, maybe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Do you believe that dreams do come true? Why?&lt;br&gt;- Yeah. I've seen a couple of dreams come true before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. What would you do if your answer in #15 read this?&lt;br&gt;- LOL. Knowing him, he'd probably think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a problem. Perfectionists tend to think that they're never wrong, you know?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. What do you look forward to in 2009?&lt;br&gt;- My senior year, my last NSC, and hopefully, fulfilling my projects as the student council president. :))&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;19. What song would you like to be played at your wedding?&lt;br&gt;- Whatever our "theme songs" are. You know, haha, incredibly meaningful songs for both of you? :)) Or maybe just classical pieces like Bach and Beethoven. Yeah, an orchestra at the reception seems nice... XD *gets carried away*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. When you die, what is it you'd like to be remembered for?&lt;br&gt;- I'd like to be remembered as an innately good person who lived a consistent life to God's standards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Why is life so important for you?&lt;br&gt;- Because God gave me a purpose to fulfill in this borrowed time, and I have to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TAG: First eight people to view this, yeah. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had our discipleship class today. As expected, I could relate to a lot of things that we discussed, but I didn't expect it to be this painful. Meh, somehow, I find myself agreeing to everything that we talked about earlier. I haven't really sat down and thought about anything yet. I think I still have time before I make a couple of decisions, but the point is, I'll have to make them someday... and I think that it will still be painful, if I really want to glorify Him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah. But hey, who knows? His ways are infinitely higher than mine, so if He wills for hope then there will be hope for us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh... Right now, I'm just finding solace in the fact that if we're really meant for each other, then we'll eventually end up with each other, no matter what. It's much like that old song that my mom likes so much, "I'll set you free, hoping that you will someday come back to me... if not, then I'll just go my way, happy for both you and me..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We'll have our next session on Thursday and we'll have separate groups, one for the ladies and one for the gentlemen. I don't really feel sure about spilling my guts to Ma'am Miriam though. Boo. I'd rather talk to Pastor Erich about it- meh, but I'm a girl. Grrr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pray for me. I think I'm at a crossroad in life. HAHAHA... I wish I was exagerrating.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5261984285904992111?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5261984285904992111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5261984285904992111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5261984285904992111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5261984285904992111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/suddenly-i-see.html' title='Suddenly, I see...'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7269909292206291868</id><published>2009-02-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:43:28.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga + random updates</title><content type='html'>Ah, thanks to &lt;a href="http://beaaraneta.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ate Bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again for recommending a lot of new shoujo titles yesterday. I'm an avid manga enthusiast, even though I really don't look like it. I-It's just... too... many distractions! D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I'm a firm believer that most, if not all, manga are WAY BETTER than their anime counterparts. (I don't know about games and their manga counterparts though. Kingdom Hearts sort of let me down, even though the art was still pretty awesome. LEON!! &lt;3)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do visit my &lt;a href="http://myanimelist.net/mangalist/Momoryuji"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;manga list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://myanimelist.net/animelist/Momoryuji"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;anime list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;So... I think fourth quarter's getting pretty stressful as each day passes. We have two new classes, discipleship and creative writing, and we meet up for about half a day, two times a week. (And I think I just told you about them for the NTH TIME. Hahaha, sorry. I love my mini-classes too much. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We also had PE again last week, after 2 quarters of preparing for the NSC and catching up on PACE work. Well... it was just patintero and agawan base. =)) What? Ang random nung PE e. Parang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random people: Ma'am, mag-PE naman po tayo, PLEASE!&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: Hmm. Okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos yun. 8D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, we juniors beat the sophomores in both games, 2-0. We had some help from Steven, Cyrus, Michael, and David though because we were lacking in number. XD;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm. And at the moment, I already have 5 stars and Privilege status because of my really random report last... Wednesday? Was it Wednesday? Hahaha, I forgot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, it's fun to have Privilege status again. I grew accustomed to it already. XD; As in, when I briefly lost my status when we changed offices... 1 week or 2 weeks ago, I think, I kept standing up and scoring without raising my flag because I kept forgetting that I didn't have privilege status anymore. XDDD; (I got a lot of demerits for that though. Grrr. I hate it when I get demerits for carelessness. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have stars in Science, Social Studies, and English. Yay? Boo, I don't have stars in Math, Bible, and Filipino though. HAHAHA. I think I haven't touched my Math and Bible PACEs for... 3 weeks already. LOL. And Noli is such a pain! Don't get me wrong, it's fun, it's interesting, but I keep falling asleep whenever I try reading the book. And most of the tagalog words I don't get are not given in the vocabulary [in the PACE] so I end up trying to understand their meanings through context. XD;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm already on hold in Science though. I'll finish my last Social Studies PACE this week too. Then I'll be able to concentrate on Math, Bible, and Filipino. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Hannah's Noli book is A BIG HELP. The answers are &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;UNDERLINED&lt;/span&gt; LIEK LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lessee... and... instead of writing an essay everyday for the rest of the year, I started a cross-stitch mini-project. I figured I'll procrastinate on the essay project anyway, and I don't think I really have the time. Plus the pressure will kill me. I thought I'll just write when I feel like it. XD; I think I'll be able to express myself better that way too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And... and... my mom immensely approves of the cross-stitch project. She loves framing stuff for some reason. *mumbles*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still out of moolah, as always. But at least I was FINALLY able to buy a Canon 50mm f/1.8 II lens and a tripod at Photoworld Asia 2009 yesterday. XDDD *hugs* I LOVE YOU! Now I'll be able to take pretty emo- I mean, pretty pictures of my figures. Hahaha, yay for shooting in low light! &lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH, OH, AND LAST BUT DEFINITELY NOT THE LEAST!! &lt;font size="6"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOFER SERAPIO!&lt;/font&gt; You're really fem- I mean, epic and... and I wish you'll enjoy more, more, more birthdays! YEAH! /end of generic birthday greeting (I FAIL! ; A ; I... I'M NOT GOOD WITH WORDS!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, back to my homework. Good night people. Haha, pardon my horrible english? I... blame lack of sleep? I blame Jof? HAHAHA! *gets kicked*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stiff neck is still stiff...&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-7269909292206291868?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7269909292206291868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=7269909292206291868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7269909292206291868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7269909292206291868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/02/manga-random-updates.html' title='Manga + random updates'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8284581138290382391</id><published>2009-01-29T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:50:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random meme to chase the blues away. 8D</title><content type='html'>Stolen from the very, very, very epic &lt;a href="http://dieux.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Alek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8D Thanks!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TO TAKE THIS SURVEY, SIMPLY PUT YOUR MUSIC PLAYER ON SHUFFLE -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS WITH THE TITLE OF THE SONG THAT COMES ON -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[it's better if you don't cheat and don't skip any songs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you run for your life you scream    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Build God Then We'll Talk - Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wow, this is awesome. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When  fighting for your rights you say   &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All My Loving -&lt;/span&gt; Jim Sturgess&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhm, okay? :)) Haha ganun daw ako maglambing. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your last words before you die will be  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence &lt;/span&gt;- Urbandub&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL. Did someone kill me or something? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;When the one you love kisses you for the first time you think  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be My Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; - DBSK&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOOOOOL. I'M NOT LESBIAN YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Someone calls you and starts yelling, you reply with    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Girl &lt;/span&gt;- Pitbull&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, what? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You just saw the most beautiful person in your entire life, you think &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superhuman &lt;/span&gt;- Chris Brown&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAHA OKAY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you were a kid you always cried and you  said    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Angel&lt;/span&gt; - April Sixth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You wanna invite someone with you in after a date, you say    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She Will Be Loved &lt;/span&gt;- Maroon 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's some twisted, sexual meaning to that. I just have yet to find it. x'D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; Ditto, Alek. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're on stage about to make a speech, and you stumble out the words &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lithium&lt;/span&gt; - Evanescence&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooookay... Am I going to talk about chemistry? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your crush is this close to kiss you before you so foolishly say    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himitsu&lt;/span&gt; - Tokyo Jihen&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Himitsu means "secret" in English. Okay, that was weird. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The world needs change because    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Migraine &lt;/span&gt;- Moonstar 88&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, CHANGE! YOU KEEP GIVING ME HEADACHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hows your life right now    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours &lt;/span&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, that about sums it up. Right, dearest? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You usually dream about    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Method to Chaos &lt;/span&gt;- Urbandub&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M A WAR FREAK. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now you're thinking about  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I've Done &lt;/span&gt;- Linkin Park&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what I'm going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now you lust after    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved &lt;/span&gt;- The Script&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhm... yeah... so he better get his ass moving if he doesn't want me to like, come after him and rape him or something. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Marmalade &lt;/span&gt;- Christina Aguilera&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EWWW NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dream of    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She Had The World - &lt;/span&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOOH, MELIKEY. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will revenge    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With You - &lt;/span&gt;Chris Brown&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yez yo, you will revenge with me too. HAHAHAHA ANG SAKIT SA MATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cry about    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autumn's Monologue &lt;/span&gt;- From Autumn to Ashes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww. Read the lyrics. It's really sad if you think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love it when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One and Only&lt;/span&gt; - Timbaland ft. Fall Out Boy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death to all two-timers! Hahaha! I mean, wait, what? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate it when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easy Ka Lang &lt;/span&gt;- Eraserheads&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UYY PWEDE! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My life feels whole when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Remember You &lt;/span&gt;- YUI&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, YOU. YES NAMAN, YOUUU. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I lose control when  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No More Sorrow &lt;/span&gt;- Linkin Park&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PWEDE RIN 'TO. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I sell my soul when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hide&lt;/span&gt; - Red&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? XD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;He/she hates it when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight, Goodnight - &lt;/span&gt;Maroon 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So true. ;___;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He/she wants me when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am Missing You&lt;/span&gt; - DBSK&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH YES. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to cuddle when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say It Again &lt;/span&gt;- Marie Digby&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAH. MUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to kiss him/her when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget About Me &lt;/span&gt;- Little Bit&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is like, what? I'll make him remember? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I could take over the world if    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M ALIVE! &lt;/span&gt;- BECCA&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES!!! I can still do it! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I just want to break down when you  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reach Out to The Truth &lt;/span&gt;- from Persona 4 OST&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, just like what's happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;He/she is breathtaking when    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far Away&lt;/span&gt; - Nickelback&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy wag ka namang ganyan! D: Gusto ko malapit lang sya, malapit. Para pwede ko sipain anytime. 8D Hirap makipag-asaran ng malayo e. Pag napikon ka, wala na. XD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every time you  kiss me, I go    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pare Ko&lt;/span&gt; - Eraserheads&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, that made me ROFL LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just want to scream to the world that    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Hearts &lt;/span&gt;- Eyes Set To Kill&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Jayne, what about them? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I'm half asleep I whisper  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luxurious&lt;/span&gt; - Gwen Stefani&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oookay... I'm not that kind of girl. DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Right now I'd rather be    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Of Summer&lt;/span&gt; - Urbandub&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, SO I'LL BE FREE FROM SCHOOL AND THE EVIL CLUTCHES OF- *gets kicked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before I go to bed I usually    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleed It Out&lt;/span&gt; - Linkin Park&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAY BLOOD! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I dance I feel    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen&lt;/span&gt; - Evanescence&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, that was creepy. HAHAHA. Pero sabagay, I imagine that me + dancing = that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stressing usually makes me    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Guardian Angel &lt;/span&gt;- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, what? Haha LABO KO HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I feel like    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samson &lt;/span&gt;- Regina Spektor&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always kaya. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I wake up in the morning I think    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fight Is Over &lt;/span&gt;- Urbandub&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooooh interesting. How I wish it was true though. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I look at myself in the mirror I see  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Ready &lt;/span&gt;- Jack's Mannequin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;O HAI JAYNE- I MEAN, SPONGEBOB. 8D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Music makes me feel &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're Not Alone&lt;/span&gt; - Saosin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YESSS BECAUSE THERE ARE VOICES. 8D THEY COMFORT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;My last ex was &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherry &lt;/span&gt;- YUI&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO WAY! I'M NOT LESBIAN! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br&gt;I want    &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harana &lt;/span&gt;- Eraserheads&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooh, sing for me. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't stop thinking about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everytime We Touch &lt;/span&gt;- Cascada&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, that sounded oh so wrong. =)) GAH, MENTAL IMAGES!!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8284581138290382391?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8284581138290382391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8284581138290382391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8284581138290382391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8284581138290382391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-meme-to-chase-blues-away-8d.html' title='Random meme to chase the blues away. 8D'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1978782778218315111</id><published>2008-12-27T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:28:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.com/momoryuji"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://momoryuji.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://momoryuji.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://youtube.com/momoryuji"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/Jayne"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="item/190/Cosplay..._plans_resume_etc."&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cosplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/photos/album/50/Wishlist"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;... Because I'll be celebrating the new year in Bicol (oh wow, what a surprise) with my family. And well, yeah, I'm excited. Haha! *plans plans plans*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cosplay Plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/journal/item/190/Cosplay..._plans_resume_etc."&gt;*pokes this entry*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Photoshoot Plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I only have two confirmed plans for next year, but I know Zhane and the others want to do more shoots so I'll leave the planning to them. Gah, I already have my hands full. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A Beautiful Existence / Your Slow Decay"&lt;/span&gt; (something like &lt;a href="http://zemotion.deviantart.com/art/Forgotten-Fairytales-58397032"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://zemotion.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Angel-69859594"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://zemotion.deviantart.com/art/Forgotten-Fairytales-II-65350404"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br&gt;This is a dark-themed photoshoot mostly focusing on Zhane's BJDs, Brendon and Kat. I hope this will push through before Zhane graduates in March.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentative date and location:&lt;/span&gt; January 2009 / Erika's place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our version of David Archuleta's Crush MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pokes title* Haha, we were inspired by similar videos on YouTube... and, well, I think they want to do it to poke fun at the pairings. *coughcoughNicole and Jerry, Ephraim and I, Ruth and Paul, Sarah and... a dozen guys HAHAHAHAcoughcoughcough* *gets whacked by a bat*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentative date and location:&lt;/span&gt; February 2009 (VALENTINES! YEE!) / Ruth's place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your Slow Decay" trial run? (tentative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thaniel1.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thanks to Sir Nathaniel for this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The location is absolutely beautiful and this is just too tempting an offer to pass up. Only, it's really rushed and I'll be really busy once classes resume so I'm not really sure if I'll be able to do this. *sigh* Hopefully, I'll be able to go, especially if I can bring a model along. *u* (Volunteers?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentative date and location:&lt;/span&gt; January 10, 2009 / Bicutan, Paranaque&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Photoshoot with RB Fanfare&lt;br&gt;5. Fate/Stay Night photoshoot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Student Convention (prep time: January - May; duration: late May - early June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uhm, yay? Haha. My confirmed events include PACE Bowl and Website Design. I hope I'll be able to get more events para sulit yung P200k++! XD Boo, a lot of my friends will not be attending this so I'm a little sad though. Sa dinami-dami ng pwedeng makasama dun... :| Gah. I'll probably in Missouri for the convention first, then I'll stay with my grandmother in Atlanta afterwards. My grandmum wants to take me to New York to visit my relatives there so YAY! SHOPPING LOL! *pampalubag loob* Yung kapatid ko parang ayaw na sumama kasi gusto nya daw magbakasyon. Boo. Iiwan ako. T__T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Student Convention (prep time: August - late October; duration: late October - early November)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;My last NSC will be held in Bicol! GAH AADKJDKLWJSKFNLSNG BICOL! Meh, at least there's the possibility of us going wakeboarding but meh... beach. AGAIN. *dies* I imagine my last NSC to be CRAZY though, since I'm going to attempt the CAP Award. XD; Yay. This year nga nag-breakdown ako for 3 weeks e FIVE lang events ko, pano pag nag-try ako ng CAP Award diba? HAHAHAHA FAIL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Review classes for college entrance exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;My parents want me to take them with my cousin. Okay lang, haha. It gives me an excuse to go to Katipunan and... wala, tumambay. Mang-stalk ng isang tao dyan. *ahem*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College entrance exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATENEO OR NOTHING! &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA! SLOGAN NA 'TO! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawn tennis training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay, I'm finally back to playing sports again. T__T *curses laziness*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH SHI- Yay for a busy 2009! Haha! The conventions will keep me busy for the whole year but it's okay, since this is my senior year in JFA anyway. And then, COLLEGE! Boo! *giddy*&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1978782778218315111?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1978782778218315111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1978782778218315111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1978782778218315111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1978782778218315111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4248215751712774312</id><published>2008-12-26T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:06:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retard test. I know, it's a given, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What? When I punched the wall, my knuckles bled. I-It hurt me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It was a wooden door so give me 2 points for this. I was chasing someone and it was too late when I tried to turn so I ran straight into the door, made a loud noise, fell, and everyone saw me. Yay.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This is why I don't like riding in jeeps. Or commuting, for that matter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(My dad almost always catches me doing this and when he does, he bugs me to tell him what I was thinking of.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I was karting. There was a sharp turn and I forgot to step on the brakes so yeah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You have been called a blond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What, some people already did this, right? Right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;/span&gt; (Wow.)&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You sang them to make sure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*facepalm*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So far: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What... I was in a pyromania phase...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I... just woke up? Eww, I know I'm gross.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So far: 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and everywhere else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(The brain melted from too much mush. *pokes* Y-You know who you are.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I blame Nicole for this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So far: 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug by accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I don't want to take a bath yet. Pffft.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(No one else did, actually.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Darn glasses!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So far: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You re-post bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You break/lose a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I keep losing expensive stuff so dad rarely buys stuff for me nowadays.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You tilt you're head when you're confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I literally went LMAO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*headdesk*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[ ]You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Total: 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Multiply this by three and it is your percent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Re-posted from &lt;a href="http://qpidity.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Joffy Woffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with his permission. (LIES! You know you gave me permission, you!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uhm, happy December 26th? The 26th will be a special event from now on because... (I swear, I want to blog about this but I can't. Damn you stalkers to hell. I-I can't even say what I want on my own blog! Boo. Time to get WordPress!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4248215751712774312?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4248215751712774312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4248215751712774312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4248215751712774312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4248215751712774312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/retard-test-i-know-it-given-but.html' title='Retard test. I know, it&amp;#39;s a given, but...'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8559433067906384446</id><published>2008-12-24T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:52:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, guys. :)</title><content type='html'>This year has been a really, really, really good year... but I don't know, this year's Christmas is really lacking. But meh, now is not the time for serious self-time and whatnot so I'll save that for December 31st's blog entry. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One good thing though is that we'll spend Christmas in Manila so I can be with all the wonderful people who I love on Christmas day. &lt;3 (because, you know, you're all just a buzz away)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On to a meme~ grabbed this from &lt;a href="http://silversiren.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Miss Marien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;stayed single almost the whole year?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Did I have a choice? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; done something you've regretted?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Lots of them, actually. But I try to turn every mistake into a learning experience so I don't regret as much as I think I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; lost someone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes, lots of people. My supervisor, Ma'am Soc, last year passed away because of a brain tumor; my father's dad, my grandfather, passed away because of a heart attack; my grandmother died as well... the list goes on. This is the reason why I have a closet full of black outfits now. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; cut class?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- ... Yes. Lol. Ma'am Kai will kill me for this so I won't expound on it. *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; were involved in something you'll never forget?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yeah, lots of times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; visited a different country?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Should have gone to Hongkong with my parents last August but meh~ *blames schoolwork then kills*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; cooked a gross meal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yeah... let's just say that I turned something that wasn't supposed to be soup into soup. *facepalm* I fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; lost something important to you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- My summer savings but meh, I think I lost something far more important than that, but I can't remember what it is. (It's not necessarily something concrete though...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; got a gift you adore?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yeah, Isolde. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; dyed your hair?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nope. I wanted to, but my parents won't let me dye my hair jet black. Boo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;came close to losing your life?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Once or twice. So I'm crazy, deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; went to a party?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Of course. I went to A LOT. I found most of them boring though. Gah, I'm not really a party person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; read a great book?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yeah, more John Grisham. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; saw one of your favorite bands/artists live?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Panic! At The Disco! &lt;333 VIP seats! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; 2008: Friends and Enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; did you meet any new friends this year?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yeah. Aaron, Meryl, Ina, Ronald, and a lot of others from the NSC and a whole bunch of people from Grand Chase. Oh, and more people because of cosplay! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you dislike anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you grow apart from anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; do you have any regrets when it comes to your friendships?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I just wish I didn't trust people so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; 2008: Your BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt; did you have a cake?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A couple of cakes. Usong birthday gift e. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you have a party?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yeah, with my old guildmates waaay back in Valkyrie and a couple of new ones from Valhalla. I spent the day itself at Nicole's though and we had our own little party. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; 2008: All about YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; did you change at all this year?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - I try to improve and do away with habits every year. No exceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you change your style?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes. I... I became more girly. *facepalm* Thanks to the NSC, I bought a lot of dresses and thanks to Ephraim and Aaron, *facefloor* I got hooked on shopping. BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; were you in school?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you get good grades?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I think... but I'm not satisfied because my parents are not satisfied. /perfectionism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you drive?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- No... and I was planning on getting my student's license this year too. My mom's car is just rotting outside the garage. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you own a car?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Not yet. My dad might give me his old car for high school graduation but... gah, I'm secretly wishing he'd get me a new one. XD (What, it's okay to dream, right?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you move at all?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Err, this is a weird question. :)) It goes without asking that I, duh, moved. But if you were referring to move as in move houses, then no. 2 years pa before I move into my condo. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; did you go on any vacations?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yeah, including an impromptu one during first quarter because of my grandfather's sudden departure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would you change anything about yourself now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Of course. I will never lose the desire for improvement. Must constantly improve, improve, improve... not for myself, but for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; 2008 WRAP UP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; was 2008 a good year?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes, achievement-wise. Personal life-wise though, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; do you think 2009 will be better then 2008?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I sincerely hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; I confess that in 2008 I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) stayed single for the whole year &lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) kissed in the snow&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) celebrated Halloween&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) had your heart broken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) mooned someone&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) came out of the closet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) had an abortion&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) done something you've regretted&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; OTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) wrote a poem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ran a mile&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br&gt; ( ) posted a blog on MySpace&lt;br&gt; ( ) visited a foreign country&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) told someone you were busy when you weren't&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br&gt; ( ) lied about how old you were&lt;br&gt; (&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) prank called someone&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt; In 2008 I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] broke a promise&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] told a little white lie&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] cried over a broken heart&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] disappointed someone close&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] hid a secret&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] pretended to be happy&lt;br&gt; [ &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] slept under the stars &lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] kept your new years resolution&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;] forgot your new years resolution &lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] met someone who changed your life&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] met one of your idols&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] changed your outlook on life&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] sat home all day doing nothing&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] pretended to be sick&lt;br&gt; [ ] left the country&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] almost died&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] given up on something/someone important to you&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] lost something expensive&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] learned something new about yourself&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it &lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] made a change in your life&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] found out who your true friends were &lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] met great people&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] stayed up til sunrise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;br&gt; [ ] had a high cell phone bill&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] spent most of your money on food&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;] had a fist fight&lt;br&gt; [ &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] gotten sick&lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;] liked more than 5 people at the same time &lt;br&gt; [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;] became closer with a lot of people&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8559433067906384446?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8559433067906384446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8559433067906384446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8559433067906384446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8559433067906384446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-guys.html' title='Merry Christmas, guys. :)'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4631801498392067218</id><published>2008-12-07T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:08:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random update is random. Mostly rants inside.</title><content type='html'>  So I just realized in a fit of boredom that this is my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;public&lt;/span&gt; update in days. Sorry about that guys, too many personal (not necessarily emo, but well, still) stuff happened last week and I guess I just got used to posting... *fades away*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Roll, dice, roll. *rolls*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Art Competition and First Team Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;... Were held last Friday. 'Twas also... a fairly good day, with equal doses of both happy and sad times. So yeah... I don't know. Maybe that's why I had this blank expression on my face the whole day. :\ *blames hormones* MY MOOD SWINGGSSSS~! x_x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random conversation while we were making our wreaths and parols:&lt;br&gt;Zhane: Ano ba yang circle mo Geneca! (was referring to her wreath)&lt;br&gt;Geneca: Ano ba pwede kong gawin dito sa part na 'to?&lt;br&gt;Michael: I... uhh... have a stick? You can use it if you want to.&lt;br&gt;Zhane: *stifles laughter* Ookay, Geneca has a circle and Michael has a stick.&lt;br&gt;*silence for a couple of seconds until...*&lt;br&gt;Jayne: DAMN YOU ZHANE NAGETS KO YUN! ROFLMAO.&lt;br&gt;(Geneca and Michael had this confused look on their faces and they just laughed along. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Srsly, we upperclassmen should become better examples to the kids. Yes, kids.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More randomness:&lt;br&gt;(I was crumpling crepe paper to embellish my wreath with when suddenly, some random person shouted behind me...): Jayne! Anong ginagawa mo sa crepe paper! Kung ayaw mo, wag mo naman ganyanin! Sayang! Aking nalang!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: ._______. *stares* Uh... ito yung design ng wreath ko.&lt;br&gt;I forgot exactly who disturbed me. Zhane, Geneca? Anyway: Ay, anong theme mo? Basurahan or something? (Note: The person was being completely honest here. Later, he/she explained that he/she thought that I was going for an earth-friendly/recycled look.)&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Uhm, no. Basta, tingnan mo nalang mamaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was quite proud of the finished product though. Like, srsly, for the FIRST TIME, I made something fairly... normal with scissors! And yeah, I just realized that you do need brains to do artsy stuff, contrary to popular belief. I mean, look at me, so I'm a failure with scissors and I can't cut stuff in a straight line... so I just ripped crepe paper to shreds and crumpled them. Then I glued them onto the wreath with a glue gun. (It was my first time using a glue gun and I was paranoid that it'd burn my fingers so I wore gloves. SORRY NAMAN, DIBA.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, I finished it off with ribbons. I made an error regarding the crepe paper though. I should have bought two green bundles and a red one instead of green, red, and yellow bundles. Srsly, it looked so Mexican. .____. And thin ribbons were thin! Oh well, enough of my perfectionism. I'm still proud of it anyway... and at least next year, I already have an idea of what to do! *beams*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then... TEAM PRACTICE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol, as usual, it was pretty... chaotic. Yeah, and that was an understatement, really. Still, it was fun bonding with the kids again. I don't know why but they tend to like me pretty easily... maybe because we're on the same level, mentally speaking? =))))))) *dies laughing*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boo~ aaand as usual, meek leader was meek. Annoying assistant leader was annoying. ._.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leader: Anong gusto niyong gawin natin?&lt;br&gt;Leader: Gusto niyo ba ito?&lt;br&gt;Leader: Aaah~ kayo magdecide!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Assistant leader: Eh, ano ba yan!! Wag yan!!!&lt;br&gt;Me: Do you have a better idea in mind, then? ._.&lt;br&gt;Assistant leader: Uhm, wala.&lt;br&gt;Me: Then why are you complaining? :\&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole: Hey, how about we do this?&lt;br&gt;Assistant leader: Eh, ano ba yan!&lt;br&gt;Nicole: This, then?&lt;br&gt;Assistant leader: No!&lt;br&gt;Nicole: This?&lt;br&gt;Assistant leader: Ano ba yan!&lt;br&gt;Me: :\ *clenches fists*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May God bless us.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Goodbye, Aris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, we ended the day with a goooooooooooood dose of emo. Aris Marcelo, my batchmate, will be leaving for Japan on Sunday and he's not sure if he'll be able to come back or not. Of course, we were all emotional. I mean, we just had a great time in EK too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So everyone was giving out goodbye speeches of sorts, when the teacher asked me to tell him something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol, fail control is fail. .__. While the others were sharing, I just stood there, you know, all stoic and cool like that. But when it was my turn to speak, I couldn't help it. I burst into tears and the only coherent thing that I was able to choke out was, "B-Badtrip... kung kelan... close na... batch natin..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OKAY, THAT WAS EMBARRASSING. =))))))) Why must you people do this to me! You know how I'm terribly, terribly, terribly terrible with goodbyes. Yeah. .____.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway... I didn't really intend to say farewell to Aris. Because I know that he'll be back. *optimism*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Our batch will graduate together! /batchspirit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*hugs everyone*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tales of the Abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just started watching it... and Kris wants me to join their ToA cosplay group. Meh, I don't know. I don't really want to do a character that I don't really like just for the sake of doing it... and besides, I'm saving money for more important things. XD; (like a Saber wardrobe)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sorry Kris. ; A ;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I might change my mind if I play the game though. Will get it ASAP. :D&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4631801498392067218?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4631801498392067218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4631801498392067218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4631801498392067218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4631801498392067218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-update-is-random-mostly-rants.html' title='Random update is random. Mostly rants inside.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7786350583497170389</id><published>2008-11-13T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:08:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming.</title><content type='html'>I FAILED TO FINISH MY CHEM PACE TODAY. Argh! Even after finishing the check-up and the self test in an astonishing 30 minutes (approximately), I still wasn't able to take my PACE test. *gloom* Now it's up to Ma'am Shiela whether or not she'll pardon me and let me take it tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and still pass me into the honor roll.&lt;/span&gt; (And that was my last freaking PACE requirement for the second quarter too! D:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh. This is one of those times when I wish I wasn't such a perfectionist. The reason it took me so long in taking my check-up and self test was because I wanted to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely sure&lt;/span&gt; that I have mastered the material before surrendering the PACE so I quizzed myself again and again. Every time I forgot an answer, or simply didn't know something, I'd repeat everything again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But lo and behold, when we only had an hour before dismissal and the teachers were beginning to assign homeworks, I decided against my better judgment to just take the freaking tests, even if I won't get a 100. (It irks me when that happens... especially if I only got one mistake wrong. Argh, really, I don't know what's wrong with me! But when I'm pretty confident that I know the topic, and science &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my favorite subject, I really can't help but get pissed off when I don't ace my tests.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I took the tests and surprisingly, I got a 100 on the check-up... but a 94 on the Self Test. Darn it. I like 127 too, because it was about acids, bases, and equivalents. The math was enjoyable and I keep remembering Ma'am Sese everytime I read about acids and bases. (which reminds me, I need to visit Faith Christian School soon)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were still around 10 minutes before dismissal when I handed my PACE to Ma'am Kai for my PACE test but she wouldn't allow me to take it because they had a staff meeting and no one can stay behind to supervise me. In desperation, I begged her, telling her that I'll answer what I can in 10 minutes. (We were allowed to use calculators anyway, so I was confident that even if I can only answer the math problems, that will be enough for me to pass the test.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She still denied me my PACE test, but she comforted me with the fact that I can still take it tomorrow morning and make it to the honor roll, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provided that Ma'am Shiela will give me her consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now Ma'am Shiela's a really good person but I really hate working around the presumption of an "if." It's like jumping off a plane, when you're not sure that your parachute will open or not. If it opens, then lucky you, you'll live. But if it doesn't...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If Ma'am Shiela gives me her oh so sweet "yes" tomorrow, then I'll make it to the honor roll. But if she doesn't...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(And do refrain from reminding me that it really is my fault that I'm cramming. I know, right? I'm just ranting. And deep inside, I am a bit delighted at the fact that I was able to beat my time in answering my PACEs. Really, a self test and a check-up in 30 minutes? And that was Chem 1127 too. :D *happyhappyhappy*)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well, the NSC victory party is tomorrow. Whatever happens, happens.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-7786350583497170389?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7786350583497170389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=7786350583497170389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7786350583497170389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7786350583497170389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/11/cramming.html' title='Cramming.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-145710116231235293</id><published>2008-11-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:27:30.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date with Sir Jan.</title><content type='html'>Finally, an update!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, since the NSC's over and until, most probably, the first quarter of 2009 I'll be free enough to be on the PC at least 4 hours everyday... I will finally get around to updating my blog everyday. (Yeah, I know, I decided to do that a couple of months ago but hey, I had a valid excuse then. ;D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is more for myself than anything else though so yeah, if the updates are crappy, fu- I mean, go away, this is my blog anyway. *evil laugh* Okay, enough chit-chat now. Let's move, people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PACE Bowl's date with Sir Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a really fun "date." *dies laughing* Since I loved it so much, let me share the experience with you guys. (Expect this to get TL;DR-y though. .____.) YM-style because I'm too lazy *cough* busy to narrate this to you properly. The emoticons do the job of the adjectives, adverbs, verbals, clauses, etc., very well though. *amused*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12nn - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Achie! 12 naaa! *giddygiddygiddy*&lt;br&gt;Kristine (Achie): Oo nga e! Wait, CR muna tayo.&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Kayong dalawa, pumunta nalang kayo sa Nita's ha. (Nita's is the carinderia near the school.)&lt;br&gt;Me: What? Akala ko SM Marikina? Nita's ba talaga? D:&lt;br&gt;Achie: Dapat SM Marikina!! DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On our way to the ground floor, we bumped into Aneleigh and Ephraim -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: PACE Bowl!!! Lunch time!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Nasan si Sir Jan?&lt;br&gt;Me: Ha, kakababa nya lang.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: O? Sige, tara, baba na tayo.&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ui, sa Nita's ba?&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: *explodes* HA? AYOKO NGA! GUSTO KO SA SM MARIKINA!&lt;br&gt;Me: Akala ko sa Yellow Cab... D:&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Gusto ko rin sa SM Marikina. D: May Yellow Cab ba dun?&lt;br&gt;Me: Akala ko meron. Ewan. :)))&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: GUSTO KO SA SM MARIKINA!&lt;br&gt;Me: Gusto ko sa SM Marikina!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ui, ayun si Sir Jan o!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside the faculty room -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Sir!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Tara na?&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: O-Okay.&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Tara na sa Nita's! Hahahaha!&lt;br&gt;*we all threw uneasy looks at one another*&lt;br&gt;Me: *whispers* Akala ko ba gusto mo sa SM Marikina?&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: *whispers back* E-Eh...&lt;br&gt;Me: E-Eh... *gloom*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the parking area -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Jan: O tara na sa Nita's! Duuuuun!&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: E sir, SM Marikina yan e!&lt;br&gt;Me: Sir sa Nita's po ba talaga?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Sir sa SM Marikina nalang po please!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Sir akala ko sa SM Marikina po.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ako rin po.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ako rin!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On our way to SM Marikina (that's also in the direction of Nita's) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Nita's diba? Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Sir wag ka lumiko!!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Sir dito ang daan!&lt;br&gt;Me: Sir!!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Hahaha sige na nga.&lt;br&gt;PACE Bowl: YEHEY! XD&lt;br&gt;Me: Sir mahal kita! *u*&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Sir matakot ka na...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Near the entrance of SM Marikina -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*we were around 10 or so meters away from Sir Jan*&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ano, saan tayo kakain?&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Sa mura, like Jollibee or Mcdo?&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Eh! Dapat sa mahal! &gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Me: Hahaha bad ka Aneleigh! :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: May Yellow Cab ba dyan?&lt;br&gt;Me: Sana. D:&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ano, saan nga?? :O&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: *shouts* Oi, bakit ang layo nyo!&lt;br&gt;PACE Bowl: *shouts back* Sir wait lang! Hahahaha may pinag-uusapan kami! =)))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the entrance of SM Marikina -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Raim, tara na. :)) *pulls him towards the inspection area for the women*&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ano ka ba, ikaw kaya. *pulls me toward the inspection area for the men*&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Wait lang mag-wwithdraw pa ako. :)) *goes near the ATMs*&lt;br&gt;*we huddle together again, at a fairly safe distance from Sir Jan*&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ano na??&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ui, Teriyaki Boy! Teriyaki Boy na tayo please! :3&lt;br&gt;Me: Yay, Japanese food! Sige, Teriyaki Boy na! :D&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ah, sige. Ako rin.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: o____o Eh, gusto ko ng pasta e! D:&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Ano na, saan na tayo?&lt;br&gt;Me and Ephraim: Aneleigh, Teriyaki Boy na tayo! ;___;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Burgoo? Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ui kawawa naman si sir dyan. :)))&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: ...&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Wait, ikot ikot muna tayo! Punta tayo dun sa Information!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While walking around the mall -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me, Ephraim, and Kristine: STARBUCKS! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Starbucks... for lunch?&lt;br&gt;*we deflate*&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Figaro!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Bakit puro coffee shop?! Mamayang meryenda na yan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the information corner -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: O pumili na kayo dyan.&lt;br&gt;Me and Ephraim: Ito! *points at Teriyaki Boy*&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Pizza Hut!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ah, masarap yung rice dun...&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Pasta and pizza!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Pizza hut... o___o&lt;br&gt;Me: Aneleigh hindi ka pa ba nagsasawa dun? Lahat nalang ng nag-bbirthday sa school Pizza Hut blow-out e. D:&lt;br&gt;*Aneleigh deflates*&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Majority wins na kasi! Teriyaki Boy!!! X3&lt;br&gt;Me: Teriyaki Boy! :D&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Hay nako sir, hatiin nyo na nga yung pera. Maghiwa-hiwalay nalang tayo. :))&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: O tara na sa Teriyaki Boy. Ang tagal nyo pumili, gutom na ako e. :))&lt;br&gt;Me: Para mag-extend kami ng break! Mwehehehe~ *u*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Near Teriyaki Boy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: O, mag-order na kayo. Dadaan lang ako sa NBS saglit.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Sir baka iwan mo kami!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Hindi, ano ka-&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Oo nga. Si sir iiwan tayo o...&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Hala, wala kaming pambayad ha!&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Ano ba yan sasama na nga ako. Kayo talaga. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: *whispers to me* May pera naman ako e, kahit iwan tayo ni Sir Jan.&lt;br&gt;Me: *whispers back* Sige, ikaw in-charge sa merienda mamaya. Hahaha! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Teriyaki Boy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: O yan mag-order na kayo...&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ay sir paano order mo?&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Uh... ano ba yan, sige na nga oorder na muna ako.&lt;br&gt;PACE Bowl: Hahahaha!&lt;br&gt;(Me: Grabe, inaapi namin si Sir Jan. :)))))))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were seated in this order (from L-R): Sir Jan, Kristine, Aneleigh, me, and Ephraim. The girls were seated on the couch while the guys were seated on chairs. (It was a round table and the sofa was a half-circle.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan left us for a while to buy some stuff at NBS. And we started talking about stuff that I can't share with you guys, so I'm sorry but we'll have to skip to the next interesting part of the date. :D *hint*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While ordering -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Anong i-oorder mo, Jayne?&lt;br&gt;Me: Katsudon! X3&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Hmm, ano i-oorder nyo?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Itong chicken don buri siguro sakin.&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ay, ako rin!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Parehas pala tayo!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Ako rin!&lt;br&gt;Me: E drinks?&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Hahaha shake para mahal. &gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Me: Grabe, abuso... :))&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ano ka ba minsan lang 'to!&lt;br&gt;Me: Dapat next year ganito ulit...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then we started reminiscing about the days when we were forced to review together; the long days, the silence, all those gossip, all the little pranks we did, interesting days, Kuya Josh, eating turon and pairing it with apple juice at the canteen, having up to 6 breaks a day... LOL. PACE Bowl moment! *insert "Awwww" here*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After ordering -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ano ba yan, si Jayne lang yung naiba! Tayo watermelon shakes, sya mango shake! Tapos tayo chicken don buri, sya katsudon!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Sya naman talaga yung pasaway lagi diba?&lt;br&gt;Me: Hoy, pasaway din si Ephraim nun. T___T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When our shakes arrived -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Mango shake talaga yung nauna o. Dapat si Sir Jan at si Jayne nalang mag-date. :))&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: *places his shake beside Ephraim* Aneleigh, ang sabihin mo, sila nalang mag-date.&lt;br&gt;Kristine and Aneleigh: UUUUUIIIII.&lt;br&gt;Me and Ephraim: Uh okay... tayo nanaman. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then Ephraim and I retaliated by simultaneously teasing Aneleigh. *toot* Okay, I can't let you in on the specific details now. :)) The topic persisted until after we've finished eating so let's just move on. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After eating -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: O, dadaan ako sa supermarket.&lt;br&gt;Me: Sir, pwede po akong dumaan sa Brownies Unlimited?&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Sige, dun nalang tayo magkita-kita.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I went there at ogled all the scrumptious treats for a while. Until I noticed that Ephraim stayed behind and was ogling them right besides me as well. :)) Kristine and Aneleigh disappeared and I can only guess that they followed Sir Jan into the supermarket to buy chocolate. (Aneleigh mentioned that she wanted Goya earlier.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At BU -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Wow, silvanas*!&lt;br&gt;Me: Ano yun?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: *explains to me the eccentric goodness that is a silvana*&lt;br&gt;Me: Ooh... may promo sila o. But I think I really want a brownie.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Hmm. Bili tayo ng silvana? (Yung promo nila is a silvana and... something, basta yung partner ng silvana na color chocolate, was worth P48 lang. P2 discount ftw. ._.)&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah, okay. Tig-isang pair tayo, right?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Hmm, nabusog ako kanina e. Tig-isa nalang tayo.&lt;br&gt;Me: *thinks* Pero diba pair yung promo. o__o May balak ba 'tong ilibre ako?&lt;br&gt;(So while Ephraim was looking for a smaller bill in his wallet, I inched away and looked at the brownies again.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a while -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Ano, bili na ako?&lt;br&gt;Me: U-Uhh bibili nalang ako nito! *points*&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: What?! 12-pack??&lt;br&gt;Me: Y-Yeah... ibibigay ko nalang sa mom ko.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Oh. So... bibili pa ba ako ng silvanas?&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, ikaw.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: But I also want brownies... Pero isa lang gusto ko kainin kasi busog na nga ako. D:&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm... if you want, humingi ka nalang ng brownies sakin, okay lang.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: Really?? Wow, thanks Jayne!! &gt;3&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The lady gave me the packaged brownies, so we sat in a table to remove the packaging and get a brownie. The tables at BU were only for 2's though, so ayun, we looked pretty... weird. o__o&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While eating brownies -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: OMG SIR JAN SABI KO SA'YO E! =))))))&lt;br&gt;Sir Jan: Ui!&lt;br&gt;Kristine: Nag-ddate kayo!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim: :)) (Darn it, kung ayaw mong ma-issue tayo, contradict them naman. .__.)&lt;br&gt;Me: Err, eh lahat naman ng upuan dito pang-dalawa lang e!&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Sus kayo ha grabe sir sabi ko sa'yo e-&lt;br&gt;Me: *imaginary bulb lights up* Aneleigh gusto mo ng brownies? :3&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh: Ay sige, thanks Jayne!&lt;br&gt;Me: Ikaw achie? Sir Jan?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So they both took a brownie and that was the end of that. Phew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that we had to go back to school already because it was 1pm, and our break was over. Darn it. Haha! It was fun while it lasted though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aneleigh bought an ice cream cone at Mikko's though, so that gave us (or rather, me) an excuse to dilly-dally and delay our return. *evil laugh* PACE WORK, DO NOT WANT. :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*I wonder if I got the spelling right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-145710116231235293?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/145710116231235293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=145710116231235293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/145710116231235293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/145710116231235293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/11/date-with-sir-jan.html' title='A date with Sir Jan.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3469248579494301368</id><published>2008-11-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:21:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates, really short stories, and a few reminders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Quick updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. The 16th NSC in Puerto Princesa, Palawan has just concluded last October 31, 2008. Jesus Flock Academy ranked first in the Academics and Athletics division, and second in the Music, Platform, and Arts divisions. This has been the most fruitful year so far for JFA. (ALL FOR THE GLORY OF THE LORD!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I placed first and second in PACE Bowl and Web Design, respectively, and I have yet to know if my photography entries and our science exhibit placed in the top 15. (I hope they did. *gloom*) Pero grabe, super thankful narin ako kay God kasi miracles talaga yung sa PACE Bowl and Web Design e. :)))))))))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. First day of school after the NSC was... draining. I really think I should have followed my mom's advice and stayed at home but I'm still not done with my requirements so I have to go to school. T___T Ang saklap nga e, 3 stars nalang and parehas nang third checkup yung dalawa kaso pamatay talaga yung last PACE ko, ISANG BUONG BIBLE PACE! San ka pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really short stories (orly?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Ang onti ng gwapo sa NSC ngayon. Wala lang. Hindi tuloy masaya. :)))) Naalala ko dun sa Iloilo halos every night may sharing time lahat ng girls sa kwarto namin e. May gwapo daw na nagpa-sign kay ganito, at may nangyaring ganito, ganun, ganyan, etc., pero ngayon wala masyado. D: Puro JFA students lang kasi gwapo... DAW. Haha, may Enfuego at CHA din. *no comment*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Ako yung nakasagot nung winning question sa PACE Bowl! (Sige na, totoo naman at minsan lang naman 'to e kaya pagbigyan nyo na ako... ang saya kaya. :3) Anyway, sudden death tie-breaker round na yun for the first and second place, tapoos yung tanong parang ganito e: "Who is the scientist who measured the Earth's circumference?" tapos naisip ko kaagad si Eratosthenes! E sabi ni Kristine hindi daw yun yun, kasi successfully nya na-measure yung circumference ng Earth e. Edi hindi ko na sana isusulat kaso sabi ni Aneleigh isulat ko narin lang daw para may sagot kami kahit papano tapos yun, yun pala yung tamang sagot. Edi panalo kami. :3 ANG SAYA DIBA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Nahuli pala ako sa camera na pinalabas sa BUONG CONVENTION nung last rally night na tumatalon sa upuan ko nung nanalo kami. Tapos si Ephraim nagtatakip ng mukha kasi umiyak sya. UMIYAK SYA HAHA. ANG CUTE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Ngayon palang naha-hyper na ako sa ISC. Kaso badtrip yung teachers ko e, discouraging naman. T___T I feel so utterly useless tuloy. I mean, kahit potential lang parang walang nakikita sakin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: I want to go to the ISC!&lt;br&gt;Them: *stares at me from head to toe* Sayang pera.&lt;br&gt;Me: BAKIT SAYANG YUN, WTH. O_____O&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, buhay. Sorry naman ha. ._____. Kung sino yung mga dapat nang-eencourage, sila yung mga nangunguna mang-discourage. D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. I met a lot of awesome people. Ina, Meryl, Kyle, Dan (Yo, David Archuleta! :D), Sam, Myco, and syempre, Aaron! Thanks talaga ah, ang babait nyo! :D Aaron photoshoot tayo ni Ephraim ASAP!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few reminders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I have just finished uploading all of the pictures of our Palawan trip into my HD and *drum roll* there were a grand total of 1,832 pictures! That's just from my camera alone, too. I still have to get the pictures I shot of the final rally night when I left my camera in our hotel room and had to borrow Aaron's. So PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE if you're going to ask me for pictures, please lend me a USB flash drive (preferrably with a memory capacity of 2GB).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I intend to do a lot of uploading this month but I don't know, my schedule still seems pretty cramped so it might take me a while. Hopefully, hindi naman ako aabutin ng 2009 diba. Sana. D: Anyway, thank you for your patience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Eh, and since I'm feeling really drained lately, the updates might come reeeally slooowly...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I don't know if either my sim, my phone, or both of them are to blame but I am having difficulty sending and receiving text messages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Baka magpalit din pala ako ng sim card in a few days. Nakakainis na kasi e, ang daming mga random people na nag-ttext sakin. Sana naman kung binigay ko sa'yo yung number ko nung NSC, wag mo naman ipagkalat yung number ko without my permission diba. D: That's really rude.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3469248579494301368?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3469248579494301368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3469248579494301368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3469248579494301368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3469248579494301368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-updates-really-short-stories-and.html' title='Quick updates, really short stories, and a few reminders.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8501557239606431272</id><published>2008-10-20T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:44:58.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second proper update for October is tl;dr. You have been warned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I can't believe that we'll be leaving for Palawan on Saturday. It is only Monday today, but my legs already feel like they're ready to melt into jelly. Too much stress, both physically and emotionally, is draining me faster than you can say, "Yo." But hey, it's the last week, the last phase of hell~ and I find relief in the fact that after this, it's going to be all fun (hopefully) from now on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Website design (with Sam Deoferio) &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLETE.&lt;/span&gt; I will post the link to our site after the convention. Hopefully, we'll be able to tend to it even though the convention is already over. It's a website about street children: who they are and how we can help them. Hopefully, this will be the start of our (or at the very least, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;) active participation in these kinds of activities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Science research (was with Ephraim Selga before, but the teachers assigned Timothy Baliwen to replace him)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80%.&lt;/span&gt; The woodwork is done and the experiment has been executed and a conclusion has been reached. Together with Ephraim Selga, when he was still my partner, we did most of the research and the experimentation. When the teacher replaced him with Tim because he was too busy with his oration, I assigned Tim to do the woodworks. Now, all that's left are the paperworks and I'm supposed to do that. x___x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Photography (B&amp;W Character Trait and B&amp;W Still Life)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLETE.&lt;/span&gt; Pastor Erich and I have just finished selecting my entries from the wide array of sets that I showed him this morning. From what I've heard from PJ, he's going to have them printed today so hopefully, tomorrow I will just select the matting for my photos and then they will be packed for the convention.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PACE Bowl (team event with Ephraim Selga, Aneleigh Palacio, and Kristine Ang)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N/A.&lt;/span&gt; I've been doing tons better in our review sessions this week, compared to the past few months. I feel guilty for being too overconfident and prioritizing this the least in all of my events, but I do believe that it's still not too late. I've perfected my Algebra I reviewers, and I'm almost done with Biology and Physical Science. All that's left is Chemistry and there's still a week to go. There's still plenty of time... and I can say this because I love PACE Bowl -- and yes, while that may be the reason why I was overconfident at first and procrastinated instead of reviewing properly, that is also the same reason why I know that I'll be able to perfect everything in time with God's help. I love my subjects and I enjoy what I'm doing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With God's help, I will be able to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do excuse the sudden overdose of geekery. *wipes off nosebleed*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Looking at the overview of my events above, I feel tons better now. But meh, my PACE work is still shamefully lacking. &gt;.&gt; Because of Sir Ruben's instructions last week ("NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO DO ANY PACE WORK! REVIEW FOR PACE/BIBLE BOWL!"), I am unable to do any PACE work at the moment, and any attempt to defy Sir Ruben's orders will result in a serious tongue-lashing from my beloved Ma'am Kai. (and no, that wasn't sarcasm)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But thankfully, Sir Ruben and the rest of the staff were all merciful enough to extend our second quarter requirements to the first week of the third quarter. With that much time, I do believe that I'll be able to make the honor roll... unless I mess up really badly, or do something really stupid like sleep in class the whole day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cosplay Mania 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Late update is late, I know. Cosplay Mania 2008 was held last November 12, 2008 in Megatrade Hall 3, Megamall B. I went as Saber from Fate/Stay Night in her casual attire and it was my first time as a cosplayer. (Like HELL YEAH, FINALLY!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know that I have been attending cons regularly now for almost a year, but still, the things I experienced in CosMania were all surprisingly new, and a bit unnerving, to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More on this in a separate update. 'Twas too special a moment to be included in an already crowded update (read: filler) post. &lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hero Con 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;... will definitely be held on November 22, 2008. *groans* Yes folks, your favorite year-end con will be occuring on NOVEMBER. Almost everyone I knew was expecting it to happen in December, as usual, and made preparations accordingly. Now, with this sudden turn of events, everyone suddenly got a whole lot busier... Including me. REALLY, DO I NEED MORE STRESS! *despair*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meh, now I feel REALLY discouraged. T____T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HELLO KITTY ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne Orlina shamelessly plugs Hello Kitty Online, one of the three new games that Level Up! Games has newly acquired! &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdkGv2uk2xo&amp;NR=1"&gt;[official trailer]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.hellokittyonline.com/us/"&gt;[official website]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, I know that it is very, very, very OOC of me to do this, but Hello Kitty and pink aside~ IT'S LIKE A FREAKING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HARVEST MOON&lt;/span&gt; MMOG! *jawdrop* I CAN'T WAIT WAIT WAIT! &lt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have decided to discontinue this for the meantime, maybe, since I really can't manage enough time to even eat properly or get my darned glasses fixed, let alone update this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe after the convention I will continue doing this... or not, because of a certain someone reading this blog. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8501557239606431272?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8501557239606431272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8501557239606431272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8501557239606431272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8501557239606431272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-proper-update-for-october-is.html' title='Second proper update for October is tl;dr. You have been warned.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5341851000160686616</id><published>2008-10-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:58:34.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo. My brain is dry today.</title><content type='html'>My throat feels awfully sore today, I wonder why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, lame update, I know. So how are you guys?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be back with a proper update within the week, hopefully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5341851000160686616?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5341851000160686616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5341851000160686616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5341851000160686616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5341851000160686616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-my-brain-is-dry-today.html' title='Yo. My brain is dry today.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8486087456246615979</id><published>2008-10-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:59:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayne and Ephraim's meeting for science research. (supposedly)</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, today was full of LULZ. Let me share one of the many insanely weird conversations I had today! (c/o Y!M)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*lame science stuff and then...*&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA*: okay.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: pero try narin natin magsulat para dun sa design&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ikaw na bahala dun sa paper na gagamitin, since i don't know what that is&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: yung wood pala last year ikaw bumili diba?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: yeap. why?&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ikaw narin bahala dun. singilin mo nalang ako.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ako nalang bibili nung pang-pack. ano ba gagamitin natin?&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: (lol i'm still as helpless as last year. &gt;____&lt;)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: bibili ng pang pack. nabibili un kela manang sa canteen eh:))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: LOL.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: HAHAHAHA ANG DALI NUNG SAKIN YAY&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: joke.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: cge ako narin sa paint. &gt;:P&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: NOW WHO DOES ALL THE WORK:))=))=))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ASA KA. :-L&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: L-)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: yun pala.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: kung hindi kita bubugbugin wala tayong magagawa e!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!1&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: you should be thankful for a partner who harasses your ass into action!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: pif.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: PAIN AND SUFFERING ACTUALLY WORKS:))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: and don't take what i just said literally, you closet pervert.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: OMG&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: OMG&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: I JUST READ IT AGAIN&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: U..&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: MANYAK?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: BAKA IKAW!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: jayne:)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: i didn't mean anything that i just said LITERALLY, you know.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: WHEH UTAK MO.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: WHEHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: HAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: BAKIT&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: IF YOU DIDNT TELL ME&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: E DI KO NAMAN SANA MAIISIP!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: PERVERT!!!!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: I JUST SAID NOT TO THINK OF IT LITERALLY, RIGHTTTT&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: BUT YOU DID, YOU PERVERT&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: I KNEW IT&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: u warned me&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: so ibig sabhin&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: from the very start&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: YOU KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!!!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: NO, I WAS JUST THINKING OF THE POSSIBILITIES&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: BECAUSE YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE A DIRTY MIND&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: YEAH&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: whatever jayne;)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: NO, STOP CONTRADICTING ME&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: eww you're winking at me, you perv!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: jayne is panicking:))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: I AM NOT.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: yes you are;)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: if i knew you any better&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: which you don't. :|&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: right now you must be scrunching in pain&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: why would i?&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: OMG YOU PERVERT YOU'RE IMAGINING ME DOING THAT&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: nangigil ka na sa galit..&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: AND YOU LIKE ITTTTTTTT&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: YOU SADIST!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: SADIST!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: whatever jayne:&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: whatever perv.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: i shall call you that from now.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: *on&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: whatever MANYAK&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: WHEH GAYA GAYA&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: CORNY MO&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: from now on&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: you're name is manny:)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: and you're pervy. /:)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: manny...yuck!!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: .______.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: WHERE WERE WE BEFORE WE WERE RUDELY INTERRUPTED BY YOUR GREEN MIND?&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: hoy perv, post ko 'to sa multiply ah. laughtrip e. :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: etong chat natin?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: oh sure:))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: MANNY YUCK:&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: YES PERVERT&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ah, homoped desu. :3&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: TAMA. I SHALL YOU CALL YOU HOMOPED.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: i aint no pervert. u told me nga to "get my ass into action" eh!!!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: who's the pervert now, manyak?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: I MEANT THAT FIGURATIVELY, EINSTEIN.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: thanks. i know im a genius;)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: ;;)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: that was cyninism, fool.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: i dont care.:&gt; u still called me a genius anyway:)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: i didn't.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: albert einstein was not exactly the only einstein who existed, you know.&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: i dont care. i know that you're referring to him&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: see&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: u just said albert einstein&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: that means you referred to him&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: :)&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: but that's just because he's the only famous genius "einstein" who existed. please, stop dreaming and wake up? :))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: we still have a freaking project to discuss.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: so where were we, homoped? ;;)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: hihihih. calling me a homoped, lesbemo?!?!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: oh wait&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: lesadist?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: LOL LESBEMO&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: that's where you're wrong, le homoped~&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: I'M NOT EMO, UNLIKE YOU HAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: that's why i corrected myself, dimwitty:P&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: LESADIST:))&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: A SECOND TOO LATE, ARSE. ._____.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: i shall delight myself in kicking your homoped-y arse again tomorrow. :|&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: ok. something just broke my mood for teasing you T_T&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: sorry..&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: okay, back to business then?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: yeah..&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: (please don't go emo, please. &gt;____&lt;)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: i wont:)&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: ill try my best&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: hahahhaa&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: okay so back to the design stuff. *diverts attention*&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: just buy the paper and the wood that we need.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ako na bahala sa paint. and...&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: sa paper&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: ano pa ba kailangan?&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: we can go together&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: :))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: natl bookstore lang un&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: okay.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: yung wood ba saan?&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: cge sama na nga tayo. =))&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: sa wood&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: we can go sa marikina&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: pero if not&lt;br&gt;Ephraim the Homoped: i can ask my dad&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: okay. start na tayo.. 13-17 nung construction.&lt;br&gt;Jayne CUTE HAHA: so before that dapat okay na lahat ng materials. :D&lt;br&gt;*insert lame science stuff here*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*DO NOT COMMENT ON MY NAME. I am exercising my freedom of speech, okay?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, here's another one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Ma'am Kai! *spouts random nonsense* blah blah *more nonsense* etc.,&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: *replies* *replies*&lt;br&gt;Me: (after 10 years) Ah sige ma'am, basta magtatanong po ako kay Tim tungkol sa Filipino ah. Hindi ko magets 'tong story e. (LOL YUN LANG PALA PINUNTA KO DUN)&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: WHAT? BAKIT SA AKIN KA NAGTATANONG?? (As in, SUPER RANDOM reaction! As in parang gulat na gulat sya na nakakatakot na galit na ewan!)&lt;br&gt;Me: *speechless* U-Uhh... kasi teacher ka?&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: *returns to Earth* Ay! Ah! HAHAHA! Sige haha! Akala ko kasi ano... *pulls me* *whispers* Diba dapat magtanong ka kay ano... yung crush ni Tim...&lt;br&gt;Me: LOL BUTI NALANG TOTOOOTOTOTOOOT SYA! (Oops clue yun e, kaya toot haha!)&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: HAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;RANDOMNESS. &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, and not to gloat but, I just want to share that I HAD THE MOST &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FULFILLING &lt;/span&gt;SHOPPING EXPERIENCE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; YESTERDAY. My mom and I bought the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; dresses for NSC! It was love at first sight, I'm telling you! And since &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I can't wait to wear them again&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be bringing them on my shoot this saturday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIT 'N RIGHT WORKS YO! I have experienced it for myself so yes, I do believe that its teeny bit of L-Carnitine does work haha. Why? How? Well, you guys would have noticed that I didn't drink any Fit 'N Right last week, right? If you also noticed, I also ate a considerably larger amount of food last week! I just feel so hungry all the time. It sucks. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now that I'm back to drinking Fit 'N Right again, my diet's okay again. Hahaha. I made a few changes too, to make up for all the extra stuff I ate last week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(September 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;spam omelette&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner: (JOLLIBEE &lt;3 9PM ugh D:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;2 pc. burger steak&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(September 28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;pork and malunggay dish (I didn't know what it was called)&lt;br&gt;omelette&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(September 29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;1/2 can of spicy Century tuna&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 pack of mocha Hansel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(September 30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;1/2 can spicy Century tuna&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 pack of mocha Hansel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;sandwhich (scrambled egg, mayonnaise, beef patty, ketchup, cheese)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(September 31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;sandwhich (scrambled egg, mayonnaise, beef patty, ketchup, cheese)&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 pack of mocha Hansel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(October 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;a can of spicy Century tuna&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner: (Yoshinoya; 3PM DINNER LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 bowl of chicken katsudon&lt;br&gt;a can of Coke Zero&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(October 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;sandwhich (scrambled egg, mayonnaise, beef patty, ketchup, cheese)&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;1 pack of mocha Hansel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mid-Afternoon Snack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 pack of mocha Hansel&lt;br&gt;1 turon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8486087456246615979?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8486087456246615979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8486087456246615979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8486087456246615979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8486087456246615979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/jayne-and-ephraim-meeting-for-science.html' title='Jayne and Ephraim&amp;#39;s meeting for science research. (supposedly)'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1307272689236209051</id><published>2008-09-25T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:12:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little thing.</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to whine about me getting my boots for my Saber cosplay messed up, when I realized that it was all very, very, very pointless and immature. *feels better*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 can of spicy Century tuna&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;apple juice&lt;br&gt;wheat crackers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;beef omelette (random combination lol but it tastes good, surprisingly 8D)&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1307272689236209051?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1307272689236209051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1307272689236209051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1307272689236209051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1307272689236209051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-little-thing.html' title='Every little thing.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-746630875742251548</id><published>2008-09-24T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:11:31.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sings a random Japanese song*</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, pardon the title. It's just that I've been watching too much Japanese stuff on Youtube again. (my new favorite show + lots of MTVs)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; I updated my birthday celebrants list. Just as I thought, I forgot someone. T____T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NSC Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got our NSC goal charts and I filled in mine yesterday. Everytime I look at it now, I suddenly feel really stressed and anxious.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;October 2-17 10AM-5PM (3:30PM on Wednesdays and Thursdays): Review period with my teammates for PACE bowl. WTF right?! How am I supposed to do school work if we're going to review for that long? (and more importantly, won't my brain run dry with all that reviewing? D: I'm not used to studying..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And if that's not evil, there's also this...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;October 20-24 WHOLE DAY: Review period for PACE bowl. *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I only have 12 EFFIN' stars. (3 math - PT on Friday, 2 science, 2 english - PT on Friday, 1 filipino, 1 health - PT tomorrow, 3 social studies, 0 bible, 0 music) *panics* My parents will totally kill me if I don't make it to the honors list this quarter. D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah, and I'm also supposed to SOMEHOW do my science research project and photography projects IN BETWEEN my PACE bowl schedule.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeeeah. This is SO the life. *sarcasm*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meh, well that was yesterday. (and I forgot to blog about it so yeah)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today I realized that my schedule isn't so bad. Really. After eight days of doing absolutely no schoolwork whatsoever, I'm back at my office, answering PACEs. Even though I keep procrastinating and falling asleep, I'm still able to accomplish something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nicole has it hard. She has lots more PACEs to finish compared to me. And she missed more school days than I did. She got confined in the hospital for a week, and now she's never in the room. She's either practicing her speech, doing her artwork, or practicing her songs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sarah and Ruth are never around too. They're always hard at work, with Sarah stitching her blanket together, and Ruth sewing her dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meh, there are lots of other people who have it harder than I do so I really, really, really shouldn't whine and complain so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir Ruben caught me sleeping in my office today. I think my mouth was open. OH CRA-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY PARENTS ARE TRYING REALLY HARD TO FATTEN ME UP, again. O___O If you're reading my food logs, you'll notice the sudden appearance of un-cafeteria-y stuff like Pizza Hut err pizzas, and Jollibee burgers. Well, it's because my parents keep giving me food every night! WTHHHHH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time it happened, Sunday, around 8PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jemmie: Ate, burger o. Pinapabigay ni mommy.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ha? Wow, himala ah. Kaso... nag-dinner na ako e.&lt;br&gt;Ma: Ui nakita mo yung burger?&lt;br&gt;Me: Yes... but I've already eaten dinner mai~ what should I do with this?&lt;br&gt;Ma: Hmm kainin mo nalang.&lt;br&gt;Me: O____O MA TATABA AKO.&lt;br&gt;Ma: *really low voice* Hay nako, yung daddy mo nag-aalala na...&lt;br&gt;Me: @___@ Ha bakit naman?&lt;br&gt;Ma: Wala.. *goes out*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then my parents suddenly called me and my sister and talked to us about having boyfriends and stuff!!! WTF.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad: Mga anak we trust you and (etc.,) basta ang gusto lang namin ayusin nyo pag-aaral nyo (etc., etc.,)&lt;br&gt;Me: @___@ Uhm, biglaan ata ito daddy ah.. *laughs nervously*&lt;br&gt;Dad: *continues explaining*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then this!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monday morning, before leaving for school:&lt;br&gt;Me: (haven't combed yet, haven't buttoned my blouse yet, had a sandwich in my mouth, carrying books and umbrella, lunch box, etc.,) *muffled voice* H-Hurr I em lesh gooo wurr late!!&lt;br&gt;Parents: (sitting peacefully on the porch when normally, they're the ones panicking that we'll be late)&lt;br&gt;Me: *stares* *thinks* WTF...?&lt;br&gt;Dad: O 'tart ayusan mo nga yang anak mo... *begins buttoning my blouse*&lt;br&gt;Me: *stare stare stare*&lt;br&gt;Ma: *gets my bag and starts putting all my stuff in*&lt;br&gt;Dad: Naku kailangan i-treasure na natin itong mga moments na ganito... ang bilis nilang lumaki... mamaya... *fades*&lt;br&gt;Me: *speechless while my mom's brushing my hair*&lt;br&gt;*after they were done tidying me up*&lt;br&gt;Dad: *really calmly* Okay, let's go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oookay... I'm thinking that my parents got the wrong idea when I started dieting?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;DAD, MOM, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I WAS ONLY STARVING MYSELF BECAUSE OF &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COSPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; OKAY!!! I HAVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt; WHATSOEVER OF GETTING A BOYFRIEND YET!!! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NONE, ZERO, NIL, NADA!!!&lt;/span&gt; DDDDD:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;cheese omelette&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-746630875742251548?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/746630875742251548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=746630875742251548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/746630875742251548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/746630875742251548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/sings-random-japanese-song.html' title='*sings a random Japanese song*'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2986321342511465437</id><published>2008-09-23T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:23:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay Updates + Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cosplay Updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Saber (Fate/Stay Night) casual attire cosplay is, more or less, 80% complete now! I'm so happy!! Sam and I, along with Nicole, went to Otto's main store in Marikina today to buy stuff for our outfits. The manong who assisted us was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE! &lt;/span&gt;As in he showed us around, helped us find what we needed, and even CHARGED US LESS for what we actually bought. (Sammie bought two belt buckles worth P10 each and six buttons worth P0.25 each. He only charged us P20 for everything. It's really small, I know, but we do appreciate the kind gesture so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we asked them if they took custom shoes orders, and the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; manong recommended a shoemaker to us. Not only that, he also gave us the shoemaker's address, landline, and directions so we can drop by his shop. (It was really near Sta. Lucia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the giddy novices that we were, we did visit his shop right after we finished shopping at Otto's. At first, we were a bit put off because he was so cold and snobbish. (which can also be translated to "being professional" but meh, we were spoiled rotten by the manong at Otto's so yeah XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we were quite ashamed to tell him that we needed the shoes because of cosplay, saying stuff like, "Oh, we're going to a cos-costume party, uhm, yeah..." whenever he'd ask. But after a while, it became to troublesome, I guess, so we just told him about it. (Actually, Sam did. I was still too ashamed... lolwhut?! DX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the cold manong shoemaker-kun became more friendly and started telling us about himself. We found out that he was a guild master of a guild in MU Online. It was so cool! Hahaha! Sam and I immediately told him about our own online gaming experiences~ and we ended up talking a lot. (Nicole was, sadly, left out because she didn't play MMOGs. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one helluva adventure! 8D We've all decided to designate manong shoemaker-kun as our official shoemaker haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I forgot the names of Otto-manong and manong shoemaker-kun~ hence the awful nicknames. Haha. I also forgot what manong shoemaker-kun's guild was, and what server he played in in MU. Meh, I fail at life. D:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September Celebrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - Cyrille Zhane Monterola&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; - Samantha Deoferio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;- Loida Sese, Joshua Lumawig, Mark Jacob Poscablo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;- Bethelmina Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; - Jose Carlos Soriano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; - Ephraim Selga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, September. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of Pizza Hut Super Supreme Stuffed Crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 mini-cheeseburgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of Oreo (GUSTO KO PA EH KASO NAMAN KASIIIIIII DX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2986321342511465437?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2986321342511465437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2986321342511465437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2986321342511465437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2986321342511465437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/cosplay-updates-birthdays.html' title='Cosplay Updates + Birthdays'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5860046343900265593</id><published>2008-09-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:06:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a winding road~</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yLHILk-LNY&amp;feature=related"&gt;NEW FAVORITE SHOW !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;oday... has been a really weird day. Samantha was rubbing her arms with cooking oil and charcoal before recess, Nicole was running around while screeching in a really girl-ish voice during lunch, and the male running team was asking me to take slightly NSFW pictures (to dirty minds, yes 8D) of themselves during their training earlier.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, now on to even more disturbing news...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go figure*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; birthday is on saturday and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; invited me to your house party but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; invited me to go on a shoot with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and then I remembered that I still have to go to the mall with &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt; on that day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 27, Saturday. I have no idea what I want to do. Make two copies of me, please?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, and before I end this... *kicks everyone who has a dirty mind*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alarmed* I've been eating a lot lately. I blame my parents... well, partially, I am also to blame of course. The temptationnnn~ D: *fails*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Double Cheesy Bacon Mushroom burger *exhales*&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 can of spicy tuna&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;a big pack of Nova *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol, after seeing today's list, I feel like throwing up. Gah. Must make up for it tomorrow! DX&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5860046343900265593?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5860046343900265593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5860046343900265593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5860046343900265593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5860046343900265593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyday-is-winding-road.html' title='Everyday is a winding road~'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6313233523465828044</id><published>2008-09-18T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:06:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chronicling: September 17-20</title><content type='html'>    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;September 17, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;As usual, I went about my morning routine half-asleep... but I was jolted awake today by the terrible news that I just got #@$$$%#%^#^-ing robbed. Still, one has to go to school despite experiencing such trauma so early in the morning. (really dramatic narration lol)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it was a good thing that Sam and I got excused from our afternoon period and extension classes today because we were going to visit &lt;a href="http://www.help-international.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Father's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a project that aims to help street children by providing them with a home, food, and most importantly, education.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was really happy of course. &lt;3 I was going to spend a meaningful afternoon doing what I love: photography. But meh, we didn't expect that it'd be so hard taking photos of the kids. Their caretakers were really strict (we were only allowed to take photos of the kids in groups, and there was also the SOT dress code to worry about), and the kids were really stiff and conscious. Meh, it was all really understandable but still, I was hoping that we'd get a couple of candid shots for our layout.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the end, due to heat and exhaustion (lugging around a big bag while shooting wasn't a really good idea), we ended up at Mcdonald's Marcos Highway, the one with a McCafe. 8D We originally planned to shoot some of the street children around the Sta. Lucia malls area but we got carried away with our mini-shoot inside Mcdo. They have the cutest drinks and pastries. &lt;333 (well, not as much as Starbucks, of course, but this was a welcome break)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Afterwards, it was already pretty dark outside and we were, of course, quite apprehensive of shooting out in the streets, for fear of getting robbed or something, so we went to the mall instead to kill some time before going home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha brought lots of make-up, LOL. I think she spent around P1,600 for everything. The awesome saleslady at Fashion 21 was nice and patient enough with us n00bs to really teach us the basics of putting on make-up. We really learned so much that day and I was totally envious of Samantha. Meh, I want to have my own make-up kit too~ *shiny eyes* I could really use it for portraits and glamour/fashion shots!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*remembers her wallet and coin bank* Gah, robbers. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We parted ways at around 7PM. When I got home, my mom and I argued about something really trivial and maaa~ so that explained much of the emo that night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;September 18, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai and my friends all helped encourage me after they found out about my argument with my mother~ &lt;333 Thanks guys, I am so blessed to have you people as friends. :3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something random:&lt;/span&gt; My friends have all been real sweethearts lately. Like, when I randomly ranted about how depressed I was because of our website (I blame stress lol) and stuff, and they were all, "It's okay Jayne, you can do it. Do you need help? We can type, etc.," &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam and I were excused from our afternoon period and extension classes again today because we had to go back to Sta. Lucia to shoot a couple of pictures of street children. My mom picked us up in school and drove us to Sta. Lucia, where we got reconciled. It was like~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me (to Sam): Kain muna tayo saglit pagdating natin sa mall please, hindi pa ako kumakain ng lunch e. Wala nanaman kasing ulam na gusto ko kanina sa canteen. D:&lt;br&gt;Ma: Ah meron akong sandwich dyan o, kainin mo nalang.&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah, okay po. (weirded out because I though my mom was going to be real snobby or something)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*at Sta. Lu; while alighting*&lt;br&gt;Ma: May pera ka na ba?&lt;br&gt;Me: Po, wala po..&lt;br&gt;Ma: Ito o, para makabili ka ng pagkain kung hindi ka pa nabusog dun sa sandwich. *hands me a thousand-peso bill*&lt;br&gt;Me: O______O *makes that facial expression* Uhm ma, bati na tayo diba?&lt;br&gt;Ma: *looks at me*&lt;br&gt;Me: Uhm, sorry na po kagabi.&lt;br&gt;Ma: *laughs* Okay, umuwi kayo ng maaga ha.&lt;br&gt;Me: Bye maiiiii~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meh, but unfortunately we were unable to do much because it suddenly rained so hard. We stayed inside the mall a bit, waiting for the rain to stop, but after an hour or so, we got impatient and went home instead. That was around 5PM. When I got home, I was soaked because I forgot to bring my umbrella... good thing Domo-kun protected my camera. D: It didn't get wet yay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;September 19, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was an awfully tiring day. Nothing much happened, really. We had an NSC meeting first thing in the morning for the signing of the various affidavits, registration forms, and judges forms for the national convention.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I ran up and down the four-story building around twenty times today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jerry invited me and a couple of our batchmates to Starbucks today, but I couldn't make it because I had to meet with my seamstress right after school. (missed opportunity to shoot D:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the end, my seamstress talked to my mom first (because my mom were going to have a couple of bedsheets made) and told me that she'll meet with me the next day instead. DX&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;September 20, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to Divisoria for the first time today! 8D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was with Sammie, Ate Anna, Ate Eli, Kuya Jet, and Nath. By the grace of God, we were able to buy everything that we needed for our cosplay! The cloth and the wigs we got were perfect. &lt;3 Next week we're planning on going to Marikina to have the boots made. I'm so excited for CosMania. T____T (but also terribly anxious that I won't disappoint anyone, Saber's just too beautiful! DX)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam and I also got into a misunderstanding because of text messages, weak hearing, and misinterpretations. Haha, but we're okay now. &lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I finally met with my seamstress last night and she told me that I did a good job selecting the cloth. Yay! And I also showed her some of the future outfits that I want made. She told me that she'll be able to sew everything, and that if I ask her, she can prioritize my projects over her other work. I'm really so happy to find a seamstress who's really nice and knowledgeable. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND AND AND!!! My armhole, waist, and thigh measurements were 2 inches smaller! Hooray for dieting! &lt;3 My seamstress did scold me though, saying that I was losing weight too quickly, which was definitely the result of skipping meals. Meh, I reassured her, saying that I didn't skip meals, I just ate less. &lt;33 I'm so happy to see that my efforts are paying off~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(September 18)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;cheese omelette&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;wheat crackers&lt;br&gt;Double Amazing Aloha burger&lt;br&gt;large iced tea&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(September 19)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;3pcs. chicken nuggets&lt;br&gt;1/2 can of spicy tuna&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;hotdog sandwich&lt;br&gt;apple juice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(September 20)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba (guilty pleasure lol)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(September 21)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;pork + corn + malunggay dish (I don't know what it's called XD)&lt;br&gt;scrambled eggs&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;carrot and apple shake (NAHIHILO AKO SAVE MEEEEEE)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;none yet [will update this later if/after I eat dinner lol]&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6313233523465828044?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6313233523465828044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6313233523465828044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6313233523465828044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6313233523465828044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/chronicling-september-17-20.html' title='A chronicling: September 17-20'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-9188773514067844445</id><published>2008-09-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:10:20.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me cry it out until this gets better...</title><content type='html'>Stress + no money = depression lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So... I just got robbed... IN MY OWN FRIGGIN' HOUSE. My wallet's missing and I still can't find it. We're still not completely sure that it's missing but given that someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magically &lt;/span&gt;MADE A HOLE IN MY [beautiful wooden] COIN BANK, yes, I do think I've just been robbed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, I don't have a single, friggin' peso to my name. As in none, zero, nil, nada, etc.,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It feels so depressing! I can't help but pity myself because now I'm forced to live a low-maintenance existence compared to the carefree, albeit extravagant one, I'm used to. *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And my mom's terribly mad at me LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT. Would you blame me if I thought that I was perfectly safe in my own home? That I couldn't possibly be robbed here, of all places?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh. I'm too depressed to even rant. Oh well, just... good night everyone. I'll post a proper update tomorrow. (maybe during break, since I'm going to bring my laptop to school tomorrow 8D *happy*)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;a slice of spam&lt;br&gt;diced potatoes&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right Apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fit 'N Right Apple (went down late for lunch and ran out of food)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;a slice of choco fudge (thanks Sammie for treating me &lt;3)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-9188773514067844445?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9188773514067844445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=9188773514067844445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9188773514067844445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9188773514067844445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-cry-it-out-until-this-gets.html' title='Let me cry it out until this gets better...'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2036353635846202933</id><published>2008-09-16T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:49:10.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late update is late.</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo~ Hahaha, I'm so hyper today. And despite my really busy schedule at the moment, I have decided to procrastinate, I mean, update my blog because I miss it so much. T_____T And well, I have lots to tell. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NSC Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*cue drum roll* Okay, so the NSC is the main reason why this week's busy as hell. The deadline for the submission of pre-submitted events is NEXT MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 22. Sam and I have only started coding our website yesterday, but I am happy to announce that we're almost done with the layout! We just have to figure out how to add those damned javascript drop-down menus, and jazz up the fonts some more and the layout's all set! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good thing too, because my head hurts so much from coding all day. *gasp* Who would have thought that I'd hate being in front of a computer so much? Gaaah, now I have CONCRETE proof that school makes everything ten times more detestable. &lt;3 Kidding! I blame our weird weather for my headaches... there's insane lack of sleep too. More on that in the next paragraph. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So... you'd prolly think 'what about schoolwork?' if I do code all day as I claim I do. Well, yes, I'm telling the truth, and the big CON is that I get tons of homework which keeps me occupied all night. D: Literally! I've been pushing myself a little too much these past few days, and I'm slowly suffering from the consequences. DX Siiiiigh~ but I know that when we finally finish this, all this fatigue and stress that I'm feeling will melt away~~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only four more weeks 'til the NSC, let's all pray that everyone holds out until then! XD Even this early, more and more people are getting sick, and some are even getting admitted to the hospital. But with God's grace, we should all be able to do this!~ YEAH! 8DDD *optimism*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Starbucks Sta. Lucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went there earlier! Lol, I really am SUPER unupdated lately. When my sister and Steven invited me, the conversation went like this~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jemmie: Ate, diretso uwi ka ba ngayon?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Hmm, bibili ako sana ng tela kaso wala si Zhane and Sarah e. So, uhm... yeah. Bakit?&lt;br&gt;Jemmie: Pupunta kami nina Steven at Steff sa Starbucks ha.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ha? Sa Gateway?&lt;br&gt;Steven: Hindi, layo naman nun. Sasakay pa kami ng LRT, nakakatamad.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ha... edi saan?&lt;br&gt;Steven: *raises an eyebrow* Sa Sta. Lucia.&lt;br&gt;Jayne: What? Bukas na ba yun? *shocked*&lt;br&gt;Steven: Err, oo. Haha hindi mo ba alam?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, thar. Lol that was embarrassing. Nicole went with us too, and when we got there, we saw a lot, as in A LOT of our schoolmates! XD John, Jerry, Ephraim, Lemuel, PJ, Aneleigh, and Aziza were also there. (I hope I didn't miss anyone.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As usual, I ordered my favorite Vanilla Frappe (Vente lol, first time!) and a Sausage Roll. Damn, those things are addicting. &lt;3 At first, only Steff and I got rolls but after a few minutes, the others decided to get rolls too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While eating... wait, should I blog about this part too? Hmmm~ the others might hit me for it so... no. Haha. Basta, let's just say na madaming *ahem* na nangyari. Confessions, new pairings, new loves, "moments"~ &lt;3 It's official, bagong tambayan na ang Starbucks after school! XD (Darn, now I'm torn between SM Marikina and Starbucks. Ang loser naman kasi ng SM Marikina, argh. Walang Dairy Queen, Bubble Tea, and Starbucks! STARBUCKS!! *dies*)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been terribly obsessed with Marie Digby's "Like A Star" for days now, which I find really peculiar. Does this have something to do with my subsconscious? Hmmm. Love songs... they slay me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to keep a food log at the end of my blog everyday. Hahaha, super diet mode for cosplaying. *dies* Oh well, no pain, no gain nga daw diba? Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup rice&lt;br&gt;a slice of spam&lt;br&gt;one egg (sunny side up)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 Fit 'N Right Apple&lt;br&gt;1 Nissin Spicy Chicken Yakisoba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 sausage roll&lt;br&gt;1 vente vanilla frappe&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2036353635846202933?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2036353635846202933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2036353635846202933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2036353635846202933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2036353635846202933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-update-is-late.html' title='Late update is late.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3443238469806242152</id><published>2008-09-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:00:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, Marce. Do us all a favor and just leave already, will ya?</title><content type='html'>Please do suspend the friggin' classes tomorrow, you sadists at the DepEd and PAG-ASA offices. (I would have SO LOVED to add more colorful adverbs and adjectives just to ease my growing irritation at the moment but no, this is a public blog so hell yeah. :|)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really cannot bear another day of experiencing HELL as I go home from school at 5 FRIGGIN' PM. Standing under the rain, inhaling the intoxicating fumes of jeepneys and FX's whose insanely rude drivers don't even care to slow down while approaching a stop, so that everyone gets splashed by OH SO CLEAN AND AWESOME (and black and muddy) flood water.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YES. IF ONLY I WAS A SPOILED BRAT, I'D THROW A TANTRUM RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND DEMAND THAT MY PARENTS FETCH ME EVERYDAY SO THAT I WON'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT HORRID, HORRID, HORRID EXPERIENCE AGAIN... and again... again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm totally cracking under pressure right now because of the daily OVERdose of homework and deadlines to beat. Not to mention that I've been feeling really sick and dizzy. Oddly enough, I also feel really sleepy even though I go to sleep at 10PM every freaking day. My body clock's all messed up again. x____x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yeah, do excuse the sudden rant. Uhh, a pleasant something, everyone, I guess.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3443238469806242152?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3443238469806242152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3443238469806242152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3443238469806242152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3443238469806242152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-marce-do-us-all-favor-and-just-leave.html' title='Yo, Marce. Do us all a favor and just leave already, will ya?'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1698208785703183711</id><published>2008-09-08T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:15:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This crack entry is an epic fail. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; The authoress was in a state of... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorts&lt;/span&gt; at the time of this entry's composition. DO EXPECT AN ABNORMAL DOSE OF CRACK AND INSANITY. If you are easily offended, close-minded, shallow, or just plain dumb, please leave immediately!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What... You're not leaving? Okay then. &lt;font size="3"&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yo! I just got a &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/redeemByURL?from_uid=3149159&amp;check=-2011673816&amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;font style="text-decoration: underline;" size="5"&gt;Plurk account&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol and all I can say is that I am terribly addicted to it. Guuu~ Click the link and get into the hype! XDDD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, *siiiigh* I didn't go to school today. *more sighs* I was feeling BEYOND crappy&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;/terrible/horrible/more synonyms&lt;/span&gt; earlier and I suspect that the baked mac that my mom cooked yesterday had something to do with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;auspicious&lt;/span&gt; predicament.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; /sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mom made me breakfast (which I barely touched, for fear of worsening my ailing condition) and strictly instructed me to stay in bed and rest today. After whimpering before the horror known as- I mean, the cup of crab Yakiudon she prepared for me FOR SO LONG, my parents finally left with my sisters. YAY! I am now free from the obligation known as BREAKFAST! XDDD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I hurriedly went up to my room and slept. Hopefully, when I wake up, this absurd feeling of someone knotting my intestines will FINALLY be gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I woke up after, more or less, an hour of restless napping. Do note that I used the word 'nap' and not 'sleep.' DDD: *dies* I must be unconsciously stressed, depressed, or something. @____@&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Frustrated, I sat up, ignoring that sick feeling in my stomach. Darn medicine still hasn't taken effect, so it would seem. I lied down again, staring blankly at the flawless white ceiling. My brain was blank.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried to preoccupy myself with thoughts. They wouldn't come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I decided to play with my PSP. No, not Harvest Moon. I was too dekcuf up at the moment to play that game; goodness knows I'd really kill myself if I mess up my precious files. So I decided between Jeanne D'Arc and Final Fantasy Tactics. In the end, Tactics won.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And being the perfectionist gamer *coughalsosysnonymoustobeingapatheticgamercough* that I am, I gathered the guts to walk up to my PC &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.gamefaqs.com/portable/psp/home/937312.html"&gt;and read up on the game.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so... that's the reason why I'm here now. (It was really long, no? And I really regret not going to school today.) Haha. Anyway, since I'm already here, and sick and bored, I better get to blogging about Yaoicon before my delirium makes me forget.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YAOICON 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 6, 2008 -- This day can be summarized as one of my best, and also worst, days ever. /mixedfeelings&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I met up with Fanfare at Trinoma before we proceeded to the event. In between waiting for people and entertaining ourselves while doing so, I told them that I will be crossdressing. Kris and Jaro were ecstatic, and they dragged me to the drug and cosmetics store to get the things I needed (really, trust me to plan and come unprepared): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bandages&lt;/span&gt;, hair pins, and a wig cap. (Ah, and Jaro bought a concealer stick.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, after a couple of hours, we made it to YAOICON. This was definitely the more glorious part of that day. TODAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2008, I WILL BECOME A REAL FUJIYOSHI!!!! XDDD;; Also, the Tuxedo Team was there, and that one thing was enough for me. I faithfully withstood the looooooooooooooooooooooooooong line, the cramped venue, and the fierce sun, knowing that my efforts are, surely, not in vain!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*fast-forward*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, so everything well and awesome has already been done. I bought Jin and Miguel's SasuNaru (or whichever you prefer) art collab and watched an episode of a yaoi anime. I failed to experience the butler cafe because they already ran out of tickets for the whole friggin' day. (Can you believe it? That's how cramped the place was. People just keep pouring in. I've never seen the line outside grow any shorter.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the bad part, then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fanfare and I got reunited with my classmates downstairs. After the initial introductions, we all set out to eat something and escape from this scorching madhouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In haste, we settled for the nearby foodhouse that sold insanely OVERPRICED food. Not only that, they had crappy service too! We were all really annoyed afterwards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was perfectly behaved while they ate, playing the time away on my PSP, when Jaro suddenly suggested that I wear Kris' white wig. (maybe because he noticed that I had a really hard time keeping my mess of a hair under my cap)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I wore it... and ta-dan! They all branded me as 'shota' and 'uke' and they all got excited with the idea of having a mini-shoot in the grassy field nearby.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*skips and saves you from the icky details*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*skips some more because she just DOESN'T want to remember anything that happened on that damned patch of land*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To cut the loooooooooong and insanely WEIRD *shudders* story short, I was the uke... and they paired me with Kris and Nath. (my semes... WTF?!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*dies from humiliation*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this is how Ephraim probably felt when we sacrificed him to fujiyoshis last TomasinOtaku con. Ephraim, now I can truly tell you how much I regret having partaken in that activity. Now I can tell you with all sincerity that I'm deeply sorry for traumatizing you. Forgive me. T___T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't think I'm mature enough for all this professionalism crap. T___T;;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm excited for the next proper photoshoot though... just don't make me do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all those horrid things&lt;/span&gt; again. Please. DDD:&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1698208785703183711?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1698208785703183711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1698208785703183711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1698208785703183711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1698208785703183711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-crack-entry-is-epic-fail-proceed.html' title='This crack entry is an epic fail. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8953076524558608385</id><published>2008-09-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:21:20.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthoughts.</title><content type='html'>1. I must remind myself to refrain from posting violent blog entries too often, or in succession. My sadism is showing. *hides*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Since the aforementioned blog entries are viewable by everyone on my contacts list, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't interfere with anything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is understandable, if not inevitable, that you would eventually draw your own assumptions from reading my blog entries&lt;/span&gt;... BUT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;, DO NOT EVER INTERFERE WITH WHAT'S HAPPENING. I try to write about these things as &lt;font size="3"&gt;vaguely&lt;/font&gt; as I possibly can while still exercising my freedom of expression to some extent. With these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEENY TINY&lt;/span&gt; bits of information, how can you possibly expect yourself to come up with a decently accurate idea?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So therefore, I conclude that &lt;font size="6"&gt;NO&lt;/font&gt;, however smart or good at these kinds of things you think you are, &lt;font size="5"&gt;NO NO NO NO, you're incorrect.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YES, ALL YOUR ASSUMPTIONS ARE WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So just leave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone, who is DIRECTLY involved,&lt;/span&gt; alone to deal with these things because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; MEDDLING will only make it worse. Not to mention that is also &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;VERY irritating.&lt;/span&gt; Stop acting like a know-it-all because &lt;font size="5"&gt;I KNOW FULL WELL THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING AT ALL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This does not concern you.&lt;/span&gt; You are not, in any way, supposed to feel that it is your duty to reunite us or fix this mess or whatever. Let me tell you that it is not, okay? No matter how much you care for the both of us, and no matter how much I appreciate that, PLEASE DON'T MEDDLE IN OUR AFFAIRS. I don't want to get anyone ELSE involved so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop butting into other people's lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterthought of an afterthought:&lt;/span&gt; Guuu. Violent blog entry again. Meh. But on the contrary, I am quite ecstatic today. I just got home from Lights Out 2008 (yes, the infamous YAOICON) and all I can say (for now) is that THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks Kris, Jaro, Zhane, Sam, Erika, Eli, Nath, Anna for everything today. You guys are awesome. I still can't get over how everyone got along so well. We should definitely do this again, SOON!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*will post something happy again really soon, I promise... it will probably be about Yaoicon though haha*&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8953076524558608385?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8953076524558608385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8953076524558608385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8953076524558608385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8953076524558608385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/afterthoughts.html' title='Afterthoughts.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-75193141067702901</id><published>2008-09-06T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:16:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is turning more surreal by the second.</title><content type='html'>You really want to know what I think of you? Okay, then here it is. Enjoy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u55fpsbzAfk&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Evanescence - Everybody's Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perfect by nature &lt;br&gt;Icons of self indulgence &lt;br&gt;Just what we all need &lt;br&gt;More lies about a world that &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Never was and never will be &lt;br&gt;Have you no shame? Don't you see me? &lt;br&gt;You know you've got everybody fooled &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Look here she comes now &lt;br&gt;Bow down and stare in wonder &lt;br&gt;Oh how we love you &lt;br&gt;No flaws when you're pretending &lt;br&gt;But now I know she &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Never was and never will be &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;You don't know how you've betrayed me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note: maybe because you're too dumb to understand? or perhaps too disillusioned?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;And somehow you've got everybody fooled &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Without the mask, where will you hide? &lt;br&gt;Can't find yourself lost in your lie &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I know the truth now &lt;br&gt;I know who you are &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't love you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;never was&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;never will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;You don't know how you've betrayed me &lt;br&gt;And somehow you've got everybody fooled &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It never was and never will be &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're not real&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't save me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;Somehow now you're everybody's fool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before, you're the one who liked telling others how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; they are, and somehow, I agreed with you because you seemed to have a point then, and you always kept your cool, little miss perfect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now, who do you think is more pathetic now, huh? Telling others half-truths and biased lies just to make them feel sympathy for you... and in turn, take your side and backstab me. Hypocrite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could care less, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Go, fool everybody... because in the end, you'll be everybody's fool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cry and whimper. Do more pathetic things. Expose your vulnerability to everyone. Slander. Show us your true self. Break down. Wither.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; this.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-75193141067702901?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/75193141067702901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=75193141067702901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/75193141067702901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/75193141067702901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-turning-more-surreal-by-second.html' title='This is turning more surreal by the second.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5431147950700142360</id><published>2008-09-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:00:11.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*one big long sigh here*</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Something's missing. I just can't tell exactly what or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Timbaland ft. Fall Out Boy - One and Only &lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;Currently eating: &lt;/font&gt;spanish-style tuna&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;Currently drinking:&lt;/font&gt; Fit 'N Right Four Seasons&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I miss you terribly, even though I'd never admit that, not even to myself, of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*hums*&lt;br&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm head over heels for someone (I) &lt;br&gt;That I really can't deal with (deal with) &lt;br&gt;I want to block her out my mind &lt;br&gt;But I really can't do it &lt;br&gt;I tell myself this the last time &lt;br&gt;Imma let her do this to me &lt;br&gt;Whenever we do spend time &lt;br&gt;I realize that I can't get enough of you &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;(Let me say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your f*ing face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your f*ing face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Right in the middle &lt;br&gt;I'm right in the middle &lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Be my unholy &lt;br&gt;My one and my lonely &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wear scarves and hoods &lt;br&gt;'Cause they're the only poker face that I got left &lt;br&gt;And everything I love about you is a mess &lt;br&gt;Smash the mirror and break the palm readers hand &lt;br&gt;(I) want to be better than I am &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Let me say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your f*ing face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your f*ing face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;Wipe that smile all off your face (Then I say to you) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Right in the middle &lt;br&gt;I'm right in the middle &lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Be my unholy &lt;br&gt;My one and my lonely &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girl, just look what you've done &lt;br&gt;How could you do this to me? &lt;br&gt;I gotta put my foot down &lt;br&gt;I can't let you do this to me &lt;br&gt;I can't forget those good 'ol times &lt;br&gt;And all the things you've been doing to me &lt;br&gt;I wanna hit that one more time &lt;br&gt;I mean love, what your doing to me &lt;br&gt;Imma say it loud, right here &lt;br&gt;Let's f* in this crowd &lt;br&gt;Why we arguing &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought me and you were supposed to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's chill for minute (for a minute) &lt;br&gt;Better yet we need to heal for a minute (for a minute) &lt;br&gt;Baby, put down the knife &lt;br&gt;Sometime I wanna save ya life &lt;br&gt;Why don't you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Right in the middle &lt;br&gt;I'm right in the middle &lt;br&gt;To be despised &lt;br&gt;To be loved &lt;br&gt;To be dreamt of &lt;br&gt;To be sought &lt;br&gt;On the inside &lt;br&gt;I don't care &lt;br&gt;Be my unholy &lt;br&gt;My one and my lonely&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be my unholy&lt;br&gt;My one and my lonely...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5431147950700142360?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5431147950700142360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5431147950700142360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5431147950700142360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5431147950700142360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-big-long-sigh-here.html' title='*one big long sigh here*'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2213977970340872342</id><published>2008-09-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:45:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You pretentious coward.</title><content type='html'>It's a sunny day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She giddily runs up the flight of stairs towards the auditorium for the morning ceremonies, excited to see you, along with everyone whom she holds near to her heart. She feels so privileged to be able to spend time with you like this -- everyday, just talking, just hanging out, just... being together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You often played pranks on each other during your breaks, but today, you crossed the line. She was getting fed up after an hour of fruitless searching but still, even though you knew that, even though you knew that things would only get worse after this, you still didn't reveal the prank to her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, you did tell her... that your other friend did it. You placed all the blame on her when you told everyone (except her, of course, since she was the one being pranked) that you will take responsibility for everything and everyone need not worry. You were all certainly going to enjoy this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But no, now everyone's thrown into confusion. Everyone is almost on the brink of getting into an argument because of a huge misunderstanding that YOU caused. Why didn't you tell her when you could? She asked you so many times and yet, all you did was place the blame on your other (innocent) friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why did you lie to her? She trusted you so much. You told her before you left that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will change.&lt;/span&gt; You will become a better person. But she thinks that you are much worse now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're still the coward and the pretender that she once knew, and tried to get along with. You're still the same righteous person who claims to have never failed. You're still trying really hard to be perfect... when you yourself know that this is a fallacy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until now, she's still trying to get along with you... somewhat. And she's been subjected to this kind of torture for what? 6 years? Maybe it's time she moved on... and stopped trying to salvage this failed friendship, because until now, all her efforts have been in vain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People tell her that you're confused, you need help. Well, all she can say is that, she won't be there for you anymore...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She giddily runs up the flight of stairs towards the auditorium for the morning ceremonies, excited to see you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;Not only is this an emo update, it's also very poorly-written. I know, right? I'll probably re-post this later... or whatever. Or, knowing myself, maybe not.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2213977970340872342?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2213977970340872342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2213977970340872342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2213977970340872342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2213977970340872342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-pretentious-coward.html' title='You pretentious coward.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7347760981534992560</id><published>2008-08-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:48:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick announcement before I go off to cram my reaction paper because DARN IT, I FORGOT THAT IT WAS DUE TOMORROW. *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I DON'T HAVE A CELLPHONE, CURRENTLY.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me repeat that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="6"&gt;I DON'T HAVE A CELLPHONE, CURRENTLY.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, last na. Tagalog version.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALA AKONG CELLPHONE SA NGAYON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gave it to my mom last Saturday (late announcement, sorry) because I'm going to get a new one. Don't worry, I'll get it within this week but until then, please bear with me. There's always YM and email, anyway. (Yes, I'll try to check my inbox everyday.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A pleasant something, everyone.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-7347760981534992560?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7347760981534992560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=7347760981534992560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7347760981534992560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7347760981534992560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/urgent.html' title='URGENT!!!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-5365013075780614232</id><published>2008-08-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:59:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A JOB.</title><content type='html'>Anyone here who's in need of a part-time worker? I'm only 16 but I'm willing to fake my age just for the money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... LOL. Not really, since that'd be a sin but I really do want a job. *ZETSUBOUSHITAAAA*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cosplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ZOMGBBQSAUCEWTFWHUT?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, cosplay. I found fellow pinoy &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://aleksandros.deviantart.com/"&gt;Alek's dA&lt;/a&gt; journal regarding a Baccano! group cosplay last weekend. At first, I couldn't care less, since I haven't even seen Baccano! yet. But in the end, curiosity got the better of me and I ended up reading its synopsis...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To make the tl;dr story short, I got completely hooked on it. So much so that I finished it in a day. (save you the details for later since I'm planning to write a review on it)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So anyway, first, I was attracted to Chane Laforet, a mute dagger-sin. (in RO terms, lol)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But her outfit consisted of a flowy black spaghetti dress and- WHAT? A SPAGHETTI DRESS?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yeah, no. I joined Alek's group as Miria Harvent: &lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/11131.jpg"&gt;[picture]&lt;/a&gt; Hulaan nalang kung aling outfit nya. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BJDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Introducing... my new addiction! BJDs or ball-jointed dolls as they are commonly known. They are- wait, do me a favor and just google them, 'kay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I registered at DoA last week and I'm really hooked! Everyday I check every single one of my posts if anyone replied to me or something. Everyone's really friendly! Lol, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; my Lahoo soon. *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm currently eyeing &lt;a href="http://dreamofdoll.com"&gt;DOD&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://eluts.com"&gt;Eluts&lt;/a&gt; dolls at the moment. Gah. I... need... P25,000... for a single... friggin'... doll... WHUT?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NSC Plane Tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you friggen believe the power of inflation?! Plane tickets to Palawan were tagged at P4,000 LAST MONTH. Now they're already considered cheap at P6,500. *dies*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Living is hard, lol. I really can't support my vices with only my allowance anymore. Hahaha! I need a job! LOL! Hmm. I'm thinking of selling off some of my (useless) stuff. Gah. Will keep you posted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. Interested in something I own? Leave a comment and I'll think about it. *cue* NOW'S YOUR CHANCE LOLOL. *gets shot*&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-5365013075780614232?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5365013075780614232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=5365013075780614232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5365013075780614232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/5365013075780614232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-job.html' title='I NEED A JOB.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-1852446906368753117</id><published>2008-08-18T06:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:03:54.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events: August 14-16 + more tl;dr-ness [PART 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;August 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I officially quit RO today. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah... no funny punchlines this time. I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Why? I might well be talking to myself, but nevertheless, I'll state my reasons. First, it's because I'm really busy right now, and no, although it sounds like it, it's not an excuse. If you've been reading my recent entries, you would have noticed that I'm getting increasingly occupied with assignments for the nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a hiatus from pRO Sakray last year, starting from the first week of July. I have originally planned to return after the nationals, which was October last year, but due to unforeseen events, I found myself playing in pRO Valkyrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be free again to play, just like last year, once the competition is over. But why am I quitting instead of only taking a hiatus? And so this brings us to the second, and most important, reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I didn't enjoy playing RO anymore. It became repetitive for me, an endless cycle of levelling and sieging. I missed going on quests and hanging out with my friends... if I could call them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't given away anything of my stuff yet. Maybe when I'm bored and I don't have anything else to do, I'll play RO. Maybe. Albeit I do have this weird habit of quickly forgetting things once I'm through with them. (Lots of people want to forget, but find that they cannot... so I think I'm blessed. Or maybe just sick in the head. *quite literally*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I haven't announced this anywhere else... yet, though I don't plan on doing so. I don't know, I have never been really good with goodbyes. Lol. And it's not like they'll notice anyway. Maybe... but it will be too late by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm supposed to post about more tl;dr stuff but since it's already 12:33AM and I'm getting rather sleepy, I'll just post about it tomorrow. Maybe. The future is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Edit 08/18/08:&lt;/span&gt; I finished this entry last night but I couldn't post it yet, because Multiply was sort of malfunctioning yesterday.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-1852446906368753117?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1852446906368753117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=1852446906368753117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1852446906368753117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/1852446906368753117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/events-august-14-16-more-tldr-ness-part.html' title='Events: August 14-16 + more tl;dr-ness [PART 2]'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-749368024314913732</id><published>2008-08-16T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:21:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events: August 14-16 + more tl;dr-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This will probably be a tl;dr update... or maybe not, since I do tend deviate away from my original plans -- my apologies, I'm erratic like that. So just brace yourself for whatever lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;August 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I know and you know what happened on this day. But let me extend your suffering for a little bit, mmkay? *is being evil*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having difficulty sleeping for the past few days~ which wasn't obvious, since I always woke up unusually bright and okay after a strenuous 5-hour sleep. BUT OF ALL THE DAYS for me to really experience the stress and etc., from lack of sleep IT HAD TO BE TODAY. So I have been planning and planning and planning for this day, and all of it amounted to nothing. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tl;dr version -- I went to school feeling (and probably looking) like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it'd be bad to let Ma'am Kai read about this but yeah, I slept the whole day away. Things got better during third period though... ONLY regarding my situation with sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a really big mess during third period. It all started when, thanks to Sam's constant prodding, I finally did some PACE work. I was doing my Filipino PACE and everything was fine 'til I came to a part where I had to use a Tagalog dictionary. The really helpful *overloads with sarcasm* Sam told me that Zhane had the dictionary. So I went to her office to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go into details anymore since my Blogger blog is a public site that everyone can access, and as much as possible I don't want to bring up the issue anymore since it has already been settled... so why the heck am I talking about it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, really. I just wanted to waste a couple seconds of your life before I get to blogging about the concert. HAHAHAHA. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll admit that that particular incident ruined my mood for the concert but thanks to Ma'am Kai, I believe she, Zhane, and I all gained additional understanding about each other. (more on this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY CRAPPY VIDEOS FROM THE CONCERT! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(click)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; It's not available yet. *more evil laughter here* HAHAHAHA. My parents didn't want to take my dSLR to Hong Kong because they said thta it was too bulky, they didn't know how to use manual mode and they didn't want to shoot using the preset modes, more alibis, etc., so they took my digicam instead. That's why I'll be able to upload the videos next week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;~ that is, assuming THEY DON'T DELETE THEM to free up space on the MMC. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, our school dismissed us at 5PM because of extension classes. Meaning, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 HOURS&lt;/span&gt; to do everything before concert time. I looked around for Zhane so we can go home together, but I later found out that she already went ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:30PM when I finally left my house. I was texting Zhane a while ago but she hasn't replied even once so in my panic, I called her. She wasn't answering her phone. After a few more tries, I shamelessly called her landline lol. Her dad answered my call and in anxiety, I failed to greet him properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more minutes to 7:30 and I was finally inside Araneta. Almost everyone was in skinny pants + chucks or a goth loli outfit... which was REALLY WEIRD considering the fact that P!ATD is not really an emo or rock band. In fact, they are very The Beatles-ish, lol... especially on their second album, Pretty Odd. Anyway, I thought I looked pretty normal in my red hoodie + skinny pants. And I wore my Domo-kun bag for the first time! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 8:20 and Zhane and I, along with her niece, were already seated inside the concert venue. We were really confused and somewhat disappointed when we found out that we were, apparently, sitting in the Patron area when we bought Patron VIP tickets. So we paid an extra P500 for nothing? *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little past 8:30 when P!ATD's opening act, the Crowned King, performed. They were really awesome! Zhane and I immediately ran to the stage, along with the rest of the audience, when bouncers stopped us. Lol, it stinked of sweat and human breath everywhere... so this is what it feels like in a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Crowned King was so AWESOME. I loved their performance, especially "One In A Million." And the vocalist was burning hot too. &lt;3 AND HE STRUMMED A BASS GUITAR LOL. (That must've hurt. Eek.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt; Where's my beloved Brendon and Ryan? Where's P!ATD?? Only a few minutes to go till 9:30 but they're still not onstage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;MY.&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, PANIC! AT THE DISCO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned and speechless for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was running to the stage again, and Zhane was pulling me while I had this dazed look on my face. "B-B-B-B-B-Bren... Brendon..." *is hypnotized*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as hyper as I got just about now, no, I will save you from the eyesore of allcaps. But it was so awesome! I love them to bits! Brendon is A MILLION TIMES hotter, more handsome, better, lovelier, etc., etc., IN REAL LIFE! *faints from his awesomeness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P!ATD SOUNDS WAYYYY MORE DIFFERENT IN REAL LIFE!!! They're so awesome! THEY'RE 10 BILLION TIMES MORE AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Concert highlights:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(both good and bad lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WE GOT RYAN ROSS' PICK!!! Actually, Zhane did. It was so crazy, I'm telling you. I told you about big bouncers blocking our way, right? Well, Zhane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; passed through those big brutes (who punched me, by the way, in an attempt to clear a path for one of their fellow bouncers) and she got to the stage! AS IN, she took a shower in Brendon's sweat! I HUGGED HER TO BITS AFTER THAT. *inhales inhales inhales all the Brendon-ness* *sounds like a complete psychopath and grosses out self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They changed the lyrics of That Green Gentleman! From "I never said I'd leave the city / I never said I'd leave this town" they sang &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I never said I'd leave Manila / I never said I'd leave the Philippines"!!!!&lt;/span&gt; OMGWTFBBQSAUCEEEE!!!!!! OH PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE!!! *cough*soyourdevotedfangirlscanrapeahemimeancareforyoutodeath*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RYAN WAVED AT ME. *faints* Because I managed to sneak into a pretty good place. I was the tallest person there (apparently, 5'2 is already tall in the Philippines) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was RIGHT IN FRONT OF RYAN.&lt;/span&gt; Then they were singing She's A Handsome Woman and the people were all very calm and they were just swaying their bodies to the music~ and so I raised my hands and swayed them while my eyes were fixed on Ryan AND THEN HE SUDDENLY LOOKED AT ME AND WAVED! OH. MY. GOODNESS. *faaaaaaaaaaaaints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. RYAN AND BRENDON DID SOME REALLY SHOUNEN-AI ISHHHH STUFF. *nosebleeds* Like singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together with just one mic.&lt;/span&gt; *nosebleeds summoar* *dies from loss of blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Zhane prepared a "MAHAL KITA (I LOVE YOU) BRENDON!!!" banner and waved it right in front of the stage! Brendon saw it and laughed! &gt;o&lt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl raised a banner that said something along the lines of "I celebrated my birthday yesterday, won't you greet me?" and Ryan really made the whole audience greet her! HE'S SO SWEEEEEEEET! &lt;3 I wish I made him greet me too!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We bought a FREE promotional CD of the Crowned Kings for P300 from one of the bouncers after the concert. Sucks. (Why did we buy it btw? Simple, because we were too late when the band members THEMSELVES gave out the CDs. Losers lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We waited at the south gate of Araneta Center to see Panic! At The Disco as they departed from the building. First, we saw 5 zombies *cough* I mean, people dressed head-to-toes in black and with blank expressions on their faces go out of the gate. Everyone immediately gathered around them and they haughtily said as they walked away, "Panic!'s not there anymore." Everyone was so discouraged. So Zhane and I walked around for a bit, looking for something to drink (we didn't eat dinner)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we went to the south gate again, since coincidentally, it was really near the place where Zhane's car was parked. We noticed that a lot of people were still waiting... and then we came by the bouncers again. We asked them why a lot of girls were still there even though P!ATD already left and they told us, "What? They're still there." OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited, and sure enough, after about 15 minutes, P!ATD CAME OUT!!!!! There was a policeman on a motorcycle before their car, and even though their windows were thickly tinted, we could barely make out figures waving back at us! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!! ONLY A TEENY BIT OF GLASS AND METAL and more stuff that cars are made of SEPARATED ME FROM MY BRENDON AND MY RYAN!!! GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was one hell of a night. Even though I got a bruise on my left arm, my arms are sore from holding my camera high above the crowd for FIVE FRIGGIN' HOURS, my legs were stiff because I didn't sit down for five hours and kept jumping so much, I almost puked (2 TIMES LOL) from screaming too much, and my throat was verryyyyy sore from all the screaming~ IT WAS SO FUN! I'D DO IT AGAIN... AND MORE!!! XDXDXDXDXDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhane and her parents were kind enough to drop me off at my house. It was 12:30AM when I finally got home. I was so hyper that I couldn't sleep... and I still had classes tomorrow. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;August 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school even though I only had around 2 hours of sleep last night. I was really dizzy lol, but at least my head didn't ache. But I had no appetite the whole day and I constantly felt like puking. I'm just really glad that my teachers were kind enough not to give me detention for sleeping in class so much that day... (I tried to control it, really, I promise I'm telling the truth! My eyes just keep closing on their own!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip to dismissal time. I still had the guts to keep my tennis date with Jerry even though I was so dizzy and... uhh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangag.&lt;/span&gt; (Ano ba english nun haha. DRUNK! XD Joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Sarah, George, Moses, and Aris also came with us to MSP. I WAS SUCH A LOSER LOL. I couldn't receive anything with my forehand, I was too slow to receive anything with my backhand, and my services barely reached half the court. I don't know if I'm going to blame my lack of food and sleep or simply my loser-ness. HAHAHA! Jerry, on the other hand, was awesome. Help me remember to think twice before accepting an invitation from him to play tennis next time, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've just started playing when it suddenly rained really hard. Thankfully, the tennis courts were right beside the nipa huts... WHOSE ROOFS HAD HOLES IN THEM. *sweatdrop* We were all wet lol. And then Jerry wanted to run a lap in the oval IN THE POURING RAIN. We were all teasing Nicole to go after him LOLOLOL. *I SMEEELLLL~ LOOOOOOVEE~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jerry got back, the rain started getting weaker, and Sarah was sort of envious, I guess, of Jerry's running so she PULLED ME *shocked* to join her as she, too, ran a lap in the rain. *more sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my mesh trainers, OF COURSE, got all soaked up. Walking around hearing *smosh smosh smosh* with your every step irritated me to no end. Jerry offered to carry me on his back so I didn't have to walk around anymore but *twitch twitch* NO. LOL. That's going to be a scandal! XD Although I did regret that I rejected him so harshly... and he just wanted to help... *more twitching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the downpour got weaker again, we went straight to Blue Wave to buy slippers. (I tried to keep my rants to myself, lest I make Jerry feel guilty again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the mall, everyone was looking at us. We were all dripping wet, save for Nicole, thanks to Jerry's umbrella. (I SMELL MORE LOVE!) &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I bought slippers and changed into them (ON A BENCH LOL EVERYONE WAS STARING WEIRDLY AT ME), I found out that it was EQUALLY IRRITATING to walk in wet jogging pants and slippers. My shirt had stains on it too (I blame my tennis racket) so I really looked like some ragged delinquent. This time, Jerry offered me his extra clothes. @_@ !!! Hello, he's friggin' what? 5'8 or something? Those things would never fit me!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I did try them out. AND I NOW I LOOKED MORE LIKE A DELINQUENT THAN BEFORE! Gah, so I returned them to him. Lol. That was so humiliating. :)) Yellow slippers + gray/orange baggy shorts THAT REACHED SOOO BELOW THE KNEE + oversized white shirt with orange stripes on the side. Grande fashion disasterrr of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 6:30PM, I think, when Sarah left us since she was going the opposite way. And I left Jerry's umbrella inside the CR, I think, that's why we were all really wet again. (And it really racks my conscience that Jerry is the owner of the umbrella yet we're the ones who use it. Gah! MUST. GET. BACK. AT. JERRY. FOR. ALL. HIS. GOOD. DEEDS!) *exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? We got home at around 8:30PM (Jerry at around 9-9:30PM since he didn't want to leave Nicole and me 'til we got a taxi) because all of the taxi drivers were so mean! They wouldn't take us! Ugh, I really hate taxis. Ang aarte, mga manloloko pa. Never pa akong pinagbayad ng tama ng isang taxi driver. HAY NAKO! *kicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we FINALLY got home. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started:&lt;/span&gt; 9:01PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finished:&lt;/span&gt; 12:53AM LOL TOO MANY DISTRACTIONNNNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC tomorrow. I'm really tired now... and I still have to watch Baccano! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDIT 08/17/08:&lt;/span&gt; Fixed typos and added a few more lines. Will post part 2 later. (Keep yer fingers crossed fer it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-749368024314913732?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/749368024314913732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=749368024314913732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/749368024314913732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/749368024314913732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/events-august-14-16-more-tldr-ness.html' title='Events: August 14-16 + more tl;dr-ness'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-9066867973819395809</id><published>2008-08-10T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:16:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness OVERLOAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, random update time. Lol. &lt;font size="3"&gt;AND FANGIRLING! YEAH!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*insert warning here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;We finally got our IDs last Friday! Hmm... I think last year was waaaaaayy better though. *end rant; I shall spare thee my harsh criticisms in case Ma'am Kai reads this and reprimands me on Monday for being too... elitist or something* XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;So without further ado, the &lt;s&gt;crappy&lt;/s&gt; ID!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ6VPwoKCqMAABpBI9k1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px;height: 492px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.innerpessimist.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ6VPwoKCqMAABpBI9k1/id.jpg?et=HreHFYYJ7UzO76C1jfQavA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Man, inserting pictures in Multiply blog entries is... a female dog. Yeah.) And it distorted the image quality!!! Grr. This is a pain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;August-September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember my blog entry &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/journal/item/157/Sad_August_is_sad."&gt;about August being a sad month?&lt;/a&gt; Okay, God just gave me enough blessings to prove me DEAD WRONG. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Firstly, PANIC! AT THE DISCO'S concert is friggin' THIS WEEK! THIS WEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! Gah. I can hardly wait! Kekeke. I envy Zhane because she probably won't attend school on Thursday and Friday because of the concert (and family stuff) while I, on the other hand, will definitely attend school on Thursday and borrow the 1337 powarz of The Flash in order to make it to Araneta before 7PM. (Why do we have extension classes until 5PM?? WHY? ;_;)&lt;br&gt;Sana wag naman akong papasukin ng parents ko sa Friday noh... bangag at puyat kaya ako nun! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then Nicole and my parents are leaving for Indonesia and Hong Kong, respectively, the following Saturday. I have already compiled a list of pasalubong! BOAHAHA! Complete with pictures!!! This plan is 100% fail-proof! *drools at new camera lenses and accessories and dresses and etc. etc.,*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sample conversation between me and my mum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ma, ito yung gusto ko ah! Ganito!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma:&lt;/span&gt; Oo, ako na bahala!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *hinatak si ma papunta sa pc* Ma look! Ganito ah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma:&lt;/span&gt; Oo oo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *hands her a folder* Prinint ko na ung listahan tapos lahat yun may pictures! Tingnan mo ma! *giddy giddy giddy*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma:&lt;/span&gt; *takes the folder* *sweatdrops*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ma aralin mo yan ah! Kailangan bago kayo umalis memorized mo yan! O kaya dalhin nyo na! Araw-araw i-qquiz ko kayo para memorized nyo talaga yan! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma:&lt;/span&gt; Anak akala ko ba malungkot kasi aalis kami... *sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang hyper ko boahaha! XD&lt;br&gt;(&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;Note:&lt;/font&gt; This was all made in jest, okay? Baka isipin nyo isa akong ignoranteng spoiled brat na walang pake sa paghihirap na dinadanas ng mga magulang nya para lang matustusan ang mga luho nya! HAHAHA! XD Medyo lang noh. :P)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, also on Saturday, Kimmie's going to be here in Manila! :D Yay! Excited na ako lol kahit wala pang concrete plans. Si Ate Anne na bahala dun. Text ko siguro sya mamaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos... ano pa ba. WALANG PASOK SA 18 YAY! AT SA 25-27! Grabe, ang saya saya talaga ng buhay. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos ANG LAPIT NA NG YAOICON ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG. Hindi ko malaman kung paano nakumbinsi ni Erika yung daddy nya na pastor na ihatid kami sa YAOICON. IT'S LIKE AALLL EVIIIILLLLL you know. HAHAHA! Basta ako pupunta lang ako dun para dun sa mga T-shirts. Ang ccute e. Tapos baka... sana... masama namin si Ephraim tapos gagawin ulit namin sakanya ung ginawa namin sakanya nung TomasinOtaku con. &gt;:D (Hindi nyo pwedeng malaman kung ano yun haha!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FANGIRRLLLLL MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Shield your eyes! Mostly all-caps ako dito ah XD Lalo na sa baba!*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait, yung matinong kwento muna:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Malapit na mag-uwian at bored na bored na ako kakagawa ng Bible 113 ko buong araw. (Badtrip kasi yung Geom 120 ko ST na kaya wala na akong magawa.) Tapos pinatayo kami 30 minutes earlier kasi maglilinis pala kami ng offices namin ngaun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edi ako, bangag, wala lang, naglilinis. Ho-huuuuuum... Naiwan ko rin kasi yung salamin ko sa bahay kaya inaantok talaga ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edi yun nga, naglilinis... tapos nagtaka ako kasi yung mga babae sa likod ko (pila kasi dun sa CR nun para magbasa ng mga basahan) biglang nagtilian tapos tumatalon talon at pawang kinikilig sila. Edi syempre na-curious ako. Tinanong ko si Jamie, "Anong meron?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sabi nya, "Jayne asawa ko o!!!" habang tinuturo ang isang matangkad na lalaki sa may pinto ng Learning Center namin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E wala nga akong salamin diba. Edi hindi ko makita yung mukha nya. Tapos nagtataka ako, "Anong problema ng mga 'to?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos nasulyapan ko ang aking, este, si Kuya Josh na nag-bbasketball at naisip ko, 'Ay nandito nga pala si Kuya Josh. Baka kaya tumitili sila. Mali lang siguro ako ng tingin dun sa tinuturo ni Jamie kanina.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edi yun, akala ko problem solved na. Sa wakas, napiga ko na yung basahan ko at tuyo na sya. (Mga 10 minutes ko rin syang pinilipit ng pinilipit pero talagang basang-basa parin sya. Ang weird.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pabalik na ako sa classroom, bangag parin, as usual, at palihim na sumusulyap kay Kuya Josh habang nag-bbasketball sya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Ang gwapo talaga ni-'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Urk! Nang biglang tumama ako sa isang malaking tao. Paglingon ko sakanya, nakita ko na ito yung lalaking akala ko ay tinuturo ni Jamie kanina. Dali-dali akong nag-sorry at pumasok na ako sa Learning Center.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pagpasok ko, may nakita akong magandang babae na may kasamang dalawang bata. Naisip ko na sya siguro ang nanay nung dalawang batang babae, pero sino yung lalaki sa labas? Ang tangkad nya kaya naisip ko ay matanda na sya. (Wala naman kasi akong salamin nga kaya hindi ko nakita ung mukha nya masyado.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sabay napalingon ako sa testing table. Kanina lamang ay ang daming tao dito ngunit ngayon yung mga teacher nalang ang nakaupo doon. Tapos napansin ko ang commotion sa bandang dulo ng Learning Center, kung saan nagkumpol ang karamihan ng mga estudyante na karamihan ay pawang mga kababaihan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mukhang ang saya saya nilang lahat kaya lumapit ako upang magtanong kung bakit ganun sila. "Anong meron?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos nagulat ako nang biglang humarap sakin sina Nicole, Madel, Sarah, at Ruth at lahat sila ay pawang kinikilig. Si Nicole nga nanggigigil pa ata e, habang nag sya ay nag-kkwento kay John.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa wakas, sinabi na sakin ni Sarah ang dahilan kung bakit sila nagkaka-ganun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"JAYNE ANG GWAPO NUNG LALAKI SA LABAS!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Natulala ako. What? Yung nabangga ko? Gwapo? "Hindi naman e," sabi ko sakanya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinuha nya ang aking mga balikat at sabay sinigawan ako ng "OO KAYA!!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dumating na sina Madel at Ruth sa tabi namin at nagsumbong si Sarah, "SABI NI JAYNE HINDI DAW GWAPO UNG LALAKI SA LABAS O!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Madel: HA??? JAYNE BULAG KA BA??!!?&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Hindi nga! Nabangga ko pa nga sya at nakita ko yung mukha nya pero hindi naman e!&lt;br&gt;Sarah: WHAT!?!?! NABANGGA MO SYA?!!??!?!???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dali-dali na akong pumunta kina Ma'am Kai sapagkat ako ay natakot para sa buhay ko. Kung makatingin kasi sakin ni Sarah ay parang kakainin na talaga nya ako ng buhay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung lumabas yung magandang babae at yung mga bata, pumunta agad sina Sarah sa testing table para kausapin si Ma'am Kai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sarah: Ma'am Kai ang gwapo nya diba!&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: *ngiti ngiti*&lt;br&gt;Madel: Ma'aaaaam ang gwapo nyaaaa...&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: Nag-iinquire sila dito e.&lt;br&gt;Yung mga babae: WHAT?!?! NAG-IINQUIRE SYA?!?!?! OMG DITO NA SYA MAG-ENROLL!!!! DITO NA!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Jayne: Ano bang year level nun ma'am? If ever?&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Kai: Third year.&lt;br&gt;Sarah: JAYNE!!!!! BATCHMATE NATIN JAYNE!!!!!!! *kinuha ang mga kamay ko at inikot ikot ako sa saya nya*&lt;br&gt;Jayne: *nakiki-ride* Oo nga e!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3:30 na pala. Edi may 15-minute break muna kami bago magsimula ang extension classes. Niyaya ako ni Sarah na bumaba para silipin yung lalaki na yun sa principal's office. (Actually hinihila na nya ako haha!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos ewan ko kung bakit, nung nakita ko sya ulit dun sa may salamin ng office, nag-skip yata ng isang tibok ang puso ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ZOMGWTFLOLBBQSAUC*insert more acronyms for euphoria here* GWAPO NGA!!!!!!!!! ANG GWAPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Na-love-at-first-sight ako e! HAHAHA! HANGGANG NGAYON INIISIP KO PARIN SYA. ANG SAYA SAYA KO. HAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grabe, lahat nung mga babae na dinadaanan namin, pati ba naman sina Steff at yung ibang mga first year at grade seven NAMUMUTI sa pag-hhyperventilate! As in puting puti yung mukha pero ang pula nung cheeks! Grabe talaga ang gwapo nung lalaking yun. HAHAHA! AND TO THINK NABANGGA KO SYA KANINA! HINDI NA AKO MALILIGO TALAGA GRABE ANG SAYA KO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pag-akyat namin (4 na, 15 minutes kaming late haha!), nalaman namin na may meeting pala ngaun ang lahat ng delegates kaya cancelled na ang extension classes. Bumaba kaming lahat sa second floor para sa meeting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pagdating namin dun pati yung mga fourth year din pala nag-hhyperventilate! HAHAHA! Grabe, buong highschool nga! Tapos nasa likod yung mga lalaki, tahimik lang. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yung simula ni pastor ganito e: "Girls magsisimula na ang meeting. Mamaya nyo na i-express ang sayang nadadama nyo. O boys, wag kayong insecure ha."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grabe natatawa ako. =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos ang daming nagbubulungan. Sa wakas nakarating din sakin yung binubulong nila, "Alam nyo ba fourth runner-up daw sa Miss Universe yung nanay nya??"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YUN YUN E. Kaya pala parang hulog ng langit talaga yung lalaking yun. Pati ba naman ang aking, este, si Kuya Josh natalbugan nya! Grabe talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BASTA ANG SAYA KO. Yung utak ko puro yung future namin, este future ng batch namin sa school ang naiisip. Pano kapag dito talaga sya nag-enroll diba??? Edi lalo na kapag camp... mag-bbatch HUG kami... tapos... *slaps self*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah basta ang saya ko. :D :D :D Thank You po Lord sa inyong kabaitan. :)) Ang saya saya ko talaga promise. Naiiyak na ako sa saya. :)) Ang saya mabuhay lalala~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun. Ang haba nun ah. Badtrip yang lalaki na yan, napag-blog nya ako ng ganito kahaba. THIS MUST BE LA-LOOOOOOVE &lt;3 Joke. Asa naman. Ang saya maging fangirl. XD&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-9066867973819395809?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9066867973819395809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=9066867973819395809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9066867973819395809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/9066867973819395809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness-overload.html' title='Happiness OVERLOAD.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-8936586211670661054</id><published>2008-08-07T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:19:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD AS RABBITS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*pokes title* Quite literally, lol.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Because I just bought my friggin' PATRON VIP ticket to P!ATD's concert today! YAAAAYYYY! I get to sit with Zhane! I really th&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ought I was going to sit in the lower box and watch her waaaaayyy over there screaming to her heart's delight BUT NO, I GET TO FANGIRL WITH HER ALL I WANT! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 406px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/1_408370752l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRENDONNNNNN! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 231px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/yani0rlina/IMG_5065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so haaaaaaaappppppy~!! So much so because that patron VIP ticket was the LAST FRIGGIN' PATRON VIP TICKET! THE LAST ONE! And I bought it! Yeeeeeeeeeahhhhh~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRENDON!!!! AAAAAAAHHH I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF I'M SO HAPPY BRENDON BRENDON BRENDONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably delete this later. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-8936586211670661054?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8936586211670661054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=8936586211670661054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8936586211670661054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/8936586211670661054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/mad-as-rabbits.html' title='MAD AS RABBITS.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7738714645698399947</id><published>2008-08-06T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:00:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@rte + Speech competition + School stuff + NSC updates + P!ATD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;UP @rte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Sorry for the random update, lol. Now you know who/what to blame.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks to an email, I found out about this event. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.arte.upcursor.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to their site so I won't have to bore you to death talking about it. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I thought that it was really awesome and that I'll go ahead and try submitting one of my pictures. I'm thinking of submitting Edward's photo but I dunno, I still have some time to shoot tomorrow so if my schedule permits, I'll probably take some pictures for the exhibit. I really do hope that mine will get featured!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;sub&gt;And... I also hope that they won't require us to put watermarks on our entry. MINE SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Speech Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had our speech competition earlier! It was so awesome, especially considering all the hellish work the participants went through in order to prepare for this day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see, our principal invited members of the Marikina... I forgot what it is, Private School-something Society... or something. (I'm really sorry if I forgot the name! It was so long and... I did try googling for it but I just couldn't find anything. So yeah.) In short, they were really "big-time" people and everyone was so nervous about the competition. I even saw some of the participants crying because of our principal's really harsh (intended to be constructive though) comments regarding their performances.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so the day finally came and EVERYONE WAS JUST SO AWESOME. I particularly loved the Javert performances the best! CYRUS WAS SOO COOL LOL. *enlists self into his growing fanclub* And yeah, he one first place in his category.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Fantine group was my next favorite. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; dear Samantha won first place (LOL I'M &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; SO PROUD OF YOUUUUUUUUU~) and Ate Hazel and Erika one second and third place, respectively.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And... yeah, my sister won third place in her category! AKO COACH NUN HAHAHA. *grins like an idiot*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been one helluva life lately, and I blame school for that. Not that I'm not enjoying it though. LOL. I've been coming home at around 8PM on average these days, and I still have accounts to check (so I'm addicted, go away haha), do my homework, do some stuff for the NSC (research, type, more researching). I rarely eat dinner nowadays too! Gah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also got addicted to Book Sale lately. It all started when I bought a photography magazine there for only P90! (Practical Photography May 2008 issue) It was such a HUGE bargain for me. The magazine was originally priced at 3.70 POUNDS LOL. So I've been going there frequently now. They're all out of photography magazines now but I hope they stock up soon! Meanwhile, I've brought knitting books even though I don't knit... and there's this pretty book about roses, it's so pretty...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NSC Updates&lt;br&gt;Nothing much to say. I was really moody and irritable for the past few days because I was so depressed after we concluded our latest NSC meeting. I don't know... Pastor Erich put all but ONE of my events on hold, meaning, it's still not confirmed whether I'll get that event or not. It's so frustrating... especially when he put me on hold for SCIENCE friggin' RESEARCH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd love to rant, really, but my shameless, I mean, really-busy-to-care-about-our-project-and-I'll-just-have-to-understand-and-I'M-TRYING-REAAAALLY-HARD-TO-OKAY?! partner might read about himself in my blog. Not to mention that my TEACHER and classmates read my blog regularly but... bleh. MA'AAAAAAAAMMMMMMM! *bawls*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just when I have just given up on Golden Apple too. So I just have 5 events now, with 4 of them on hold: Science Research (HOLD), PACE Bowl, Photo Enhancement (HOLD), Still Life (Color) (HOLD), Web Design (HOLD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Btw, if you want to know why I'm so depressed with my Science Research event, &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://innerpessimist.multiply.com/journal/item/133/Trust_issues."&gt;see this old post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P!ATD&lt;br&gt;Zhane and I are going back to Araneta tomorrow to buy my ticket. So I'm not in Lower Box! I'm in Patron VIP now! VIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! XD *dies from happiness* Grabe, pagcheck namin kanina sa Araneta, 4 FRIGGIN' SEATS LEFT NALANG ZOMG YAY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then hopefully, our photoshoot with Brendon will push through on Friday. (Photoshoot or tennis with Jerry? Hmm.)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-7738714645698399947?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7738714645698399947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=7738714645698399947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7738714645698399947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7738714645698399947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/rte-speech-competition-school-stuff-nsc.html' title='@rte + Speech competition + School stuff + NSC updates + P!ATD'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2204628674166275106</id><published>2008-07-31T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:04:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSC updates + Retreat + School stuff + P!ATD!!!</title><content type='html'>A quick update before NSC preparations officially start tomorrow. I might not be able to go online as often anymore after that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NSC Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, it's official! I got the Web Design event! HELL YEEEEEAHHH! Now I have an excuse to bring my laptop to school and leech internet connection. *evil laughter*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No... really. I'm just BEYOND happy that I'll be able to do something that's related to computers. (At least my parents won't have any reason to isolate me from my lovely computer till the competition ends.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, and the academic bowl teams had their first official meeting earlier. My leader, Aneleigh, assigned the following subjects to me: Physical Science, Biology, Chemistry, and Algebra I. And we only have around 2 weeks at most to make our reviewers. Gah. I'm happy that I got the subjects I liked though. (NO FILIPINO. YAY.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So like I said earlier, official preparations will begin tomorrow. Same for the Golden Apple too. And I'm WAY behind schedule. I'm planning on rushing it and reciting around 4-5 chapters a week so I can finish it around a month before the NSC, and thus, have more time with my other events. I really do hope I make it. If I do recite the whole book of Proverbs successfully, that will serve as my one-way ticket to the Internationals. (Plus, I won't have to recite the scripture of the month err, every month! Yay!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I already uploaded the pictures by days, I'm planning on putting my daily chronicles on the album description space too. By the way, I might not upload the third and fourth day pictures until... pray that I can make it this weekend, or else you'll have to wait until the next weekend... and the next weekend... and the next weekend...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing new, really. I just got SO ADDICTED recently to Tropical Hut food. Why? Because it's so awesome and it's so AFFORDABLE! Imagine eating a pasta value meal for only 52 bucks lol. That's barely half the price you pay for a latte at Starbucks. Haha! Oh, but Starbucks - Sta. Lucia and SM Marikina are opening soon... hooray for after-school gimmicks! And perpetually empty pockets. Gah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm. The Ang family moved into Village East today too. So Kenn and Kristine (along with John, the overly-protective cousin) will be going home with us everyday now. (Let's see... so that makes... 10 of us. Lol.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PANIC! AT THE DISCO LIVE IN MANILA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;ON AUGUST 14 WTFLOL! AND I'M GOING! Thank you Zhane for treating me to lower box tickets! &lt;3 (She's trying to upgrade 'em to patron though, lol. Because she's on the patron VIP seat and she wants me to sit nearer to her. HOW AWESOME IS THAT.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone else who's going? Drop me a message, mmmkay? See you there!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2204628674166275106?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2204628674166275106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2204628674166275106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2204628674166275106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2204628674166275106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/nsc-updates-retreat-school-stuff-patd.html' title='NSC updates + Retreat + School stuff + P!ATD!!!'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2053376825489102989</id><published>2008-07-29T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:26:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>PLEASE LANG. Nakakapikon na e. At magtatagalog na ako para SURE NA SURE na maiintindihan nyo. Baka mamaya may umangal pa dyan ah, babatukan na talaga kita.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gaano ba kahirap intindihin ang lagi kong sinasabi na PLEASE MAG-CREDIT NAMAN KAYO. Kapag may kinuha kayo sakin.. kahit ano.. mag-credit naman kayo. Mag-credit. Mag-credit. Wag nyo naman angkinin. Alam mo at alam ko naman na hindi mo ginawa yan e. At sinisigurado ko sa'yo na MALALAMAN DIN NILA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa totoo lang, sa pagkatagal-tagal nang nangyayari ito.. ngayon lang ako napikon e. Nung una kasi medyo nahihiya rin ako magreklamo at ayoko naman magmukhang "feeling" o "selfish" (anak ng tinapa, anong tagalog 'non).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero hindi e, sumosobra na. I HAVE TO DRAW THE FRIGGIN' LINE NOW. (kailangan ko nang gumuhit ng linya? err..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kasi naman e "from Jayne Orlina," "Kinuha ko sa site ni Jayne," "Thanks Jayne!" etc., GAANO BA KAHIRAP I-TYPE YUN. ISANG TAON BA PARA I-TYPE YUN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang galing nyo mang-hassle.. (oi mag-update ka na nung ganito, oi i-upload mo na 'to, oi i-post mo na 'to, 'tol nasan na ung ganito???) E PARANG PINAPAKAIN NYO AKO AH. (Not that I'm telling you to pay me or anything.. but you get my point, right?! Sana wag naman GALIT pag humihingi. Amp naman e, humihingi ka na nga lang tapos galit pa. Sino naman di mababadtrip nun. Parang nanay ko lang kayo kung mag-utos e..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry talaga. Ewan, napikon nalang talaga ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang pinakamasakit kasi e.. &lt;font size="3"&gt;HINDI MAN LANG NAG-TTHANK YOU.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/font&gt; 3, no, 2 seconds. What the hell, was that SO hard?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kahit naman in-real life kasi.. kung kunwari kumuha ako ng.. cookies mo.. tapos wala lang. Hindi ka ba maiinis? Ganun e. Ewan. Gets nyo ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ewan ko. Sorry kung naging big deal pa ito. Sana lang wala nang umulit kasi pangit e.. pangit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Salamat mga 'tol. *signs out*&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2053376825489102989?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2053376825489102989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2053376825489102989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2053376825489102989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2053376825489102989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/please.html' title='PLEASE.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-2409691197604751972</id><published>2008-07-26T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:25:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled: Draft 1</title><content type='html'>My bestfriend asked me about the P!atD concert today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Papayagan ka ba? Sa August 14 na un."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I idly replied, "Oo naman. Basta libre mo ticket e lol."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Oo nga, ililibre kita basta sasama ka. Pero ibig sabihin nun aabsent ka sa Friday kasi malamang aabutin tayo ng umaga dun."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That struck a nerve. What? Miss school?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have always hated going to school. Not because I'm emo or something like that but because I really hate getting up so early in the morning. Oftentimes, when I find myself in serious lack of motivation to go, I'd just give my parents a half-assed excuse so they'll let me stay at home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So why am I so hesitant to miss a day of school now?&lt;br&gt;It's not like I'm in desperate need to catch up on schoolwork.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's been my friend for so long.&lt;br&gt;Eating lunches together, going home together, attending events together, confiding in each other, helping one another... we've pretty much done most of the things that couples normally do.&lt;br&gt;Heck, we even hug (on special occasions and/or when the other is going through an especially difficult time).&lt;br&gt;And we've kissed once (it was an accident - he was going to surprise me from behind and I turned towards him unknowingly).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder when, or most importantly, why I started looking at him this way.&lt;br&gt;Was he always this cute?&lt;br&gt;Was he always this close to my heart? This special?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the end, I dropped the concert date, even though my bestfriend was treating me to insanely expensive VIP tickets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;I'm blogging in an unusual way today.&lt;br&gt;I'm blogging in stories.&lt;br&gt;They may, or may not be, true.&lt;br&gt;Yet they may not be all fallacy.&lt;br&gt;And they may, or may not be, my actual experiences.&lt;br&gt;They could be my memories... or just my fickle fantasies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I like blogging like this.&lt;br&gt;It helps me keep my privacy in check.&lt;br&gt;And most importantly, it keeps you guys guessing.&lt;br&gt;Always guessing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. Ang labo nung tagalog dialogue lol. Wala lang, mas feel ko e. Actually nung una sinulat ko 'to na english ung dialogue kaso... wala lang. Hindi ko feel. Haha. Labo talaga. *hint*   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-2409691197604751972?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2409691197604751972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=2409691197604751972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2409691197604751972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/2409691197604751972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled-draft-1.html' title='Untitled: Draft 1'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4044670731904711</id><published>2008-07-19T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:43:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad August is sad.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling like a complete disaster for the past few days.. And now, I guess I'm at my limit. Too many schoolwork (regular work + NSC stuff), constant worrying, angst, emo, parents going to Hongkong for a week's vacation and leaving me behind, Nicole going to Jakarta for the JREV Conference at around the same time my parents are leaving, issues in-game I still can't resolve...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't take it anymore. I'm cracking under pressure. I can go on and on about how I feel so empty and emo at the moment but...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And that was what I planned to do, actually. But as I typed out this entry, I realized how stupid it all was. No, I am not a spineless half-assed emo retard (I was though, before I realized this) without my parents and/or Nicole. I am not because I have God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All this time I've been wondering how I maintained three emo-less years for so long. How I've been happy for so long. How I've conquered every single thing that came my way without giving in or giving up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then I remembered... I accepted Christ into my life three years ago. It took me three years to realize it, lol. I've been thinking of what distinct change happened in me ever since I became a Christian.. and now I know what it is. Just Your very presence, a mere thought of You, a faint memory.. is enough to still the raging waves of despair in my soul.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea&lt;br&gt; Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;br&gt; From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;br&gt; Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;br&gt; All exclaiming&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;br&gt; You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;br&gt; All powerful, untamable,&lt;br&gt; Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;br&gt; Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;br&gt; Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;br&gt; Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;br&gt; None can fathom&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;- Chris Tomlin's Indescribable&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank You. :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4044670731904711?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4044670731904711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4044670731904711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4044670731904711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4044670731904711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-august-is-sad.html' title='Sad August is sad.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7577003308618634523</id><published>2008-07-16T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:32:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSC + more school stuff + .hack//G.U. Redemption + RO Regionals</title><content type='html'>Hi. First and foremost, I just want to let you know that I'm still very much alive. Just really busy these days, lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And regarding the blog title, well, I've been seeing a lot of people who title their blogs like this and with each succeeding entry, it's been rather hard for someone with my level of creativity to come up with rather interesting blog titles. So I'll just give it up. It's less troublesome that way, anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;National Student Convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, it's that time of the year again. While I missed the thrill and excitement of the NSC, I also hated all the stress and pressure that came with it. Meh, but we take what we can get, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have five events this year and I'm still waiting for Pastor Eric to decide if he'll partner me with Zhane for website design. So that makes six, if ever. Compared to last year when I had only two events (Bible Bowl and Science Research), I'm definitely loaded this year (PACE Bowl, Science Research, Still Life, Photo Enhancement, and Golden Apple.. hopefully, Website Design too). But I'm blessed enough to be doing what I love, and I'm very thankful for that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Auditions and meetings started last week. I've been up to my neck in pending work.. By the end of July, we're probably going to meet with Pastor Eric again and he expects us to have started working on our projects already. That means I have to submit a couple of photos for my photography events, a couple of ideas for science research, and I have to start doing my reviewers for PACE bowl. Gah. So busy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The NSC will be held in Palawan this year and we'll be staying there from October 25 - November 3. From what they've been planning, we're going to hire a tour guide and tour the WHOLE island for three days! ♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMERCIAL!&lt;/span&gt; I've been building my online portfolio (&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;see Photos section of http://innerpessimist.multiply.com or http://www.momoryuji.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;) for the photography competition. If I can ask for a little bit of your time~ won't you please comment on them? I would really like your feedback.. and asap, lol. I need to improve, improve, improve lots! Haha. Thanks for your help!~ :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mentioned that we conducted the auditions last week, right? Well, I auditioned for the speech competition again this year. I felt pretty confident because I aced it easily last year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But guess what.. when the results came out, my name wasn't on the list. I was utterly shocked. But I guess I did deserve it since I only memorized my piece for the auditions that very morning. Still.. it was a bit sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After thinking about it though, I realized that this must be, ultimately, a part of God's plan. Because I'm doing Golden Apple* this year, it will be a distraction if I join the speech competition. (And I'm already cutting it close with my schedule.. I certainly have no time for distractions..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good news now. I won the spelling competition again this year! LOL, I know. Avid readers of my blog know how often I misspell the word "embarrassed." I always typed it as "embarassed." Guess what! It was one of the words we had to spell this year! AND I SPELLED IT AS "embarras" LOL. WHAT THE HELL. I got the double r right, but screwed up the double s. And I always spelled its past form with a double s! Meh, at least I won, lol. Praise the Lord! I never could have done it without Him. Heck, I didn't even review, lol. Didn't have time because of...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.hack//G.U. Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another valuable thing that I learned this past two weeks was.. time spent on the playstation is better than time spent on the computer, LOL. At least for me, I guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because because! Because for the past two weeks, I have been playing this game with Nicole at her house. And.. I always completed my homework! Lol! And time seems to pass a lot more slowly when I'm playing .hack compared to random internet surfing~ Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, we cleared the game last night. We watched the movie (.hack trilogy) too! HASEO AND ATOLI FOREVER! ♥♥♥ I'm totally with Nicole on this one, lol. I'm going back there tomorrow, since we haven't acquired the Promise (ACCESS TO THE MARRIAGE EVENT IN-GAME LOLOL) greeting card yet. ♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;RO Regionals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of &lt;s&gt;.hack//G.U. Redemption&lt;/s&gt;schoolwork, I haven't been going online on RO as much as I ought to. And I'm too lazy to set my information straight at the moment but here goes...!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, apparently, phase one of Agit Lords is about to end. And then there's the regionals. (And I don't know how that's connected to the first sentence lol.) So from what I gather, there will be 4 locations for the regionals (Luzon, GMA, Visayas, Mindanao) and our guild's going to compete.. just for the experience, they say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So.. I thought maybe I could join.. for the experience.. So despite my inactivity and because I have no shame, none at all, I posted at the forums, asking them if I could join. Well.. the competition's this friggin's saturday already but they haven't so much as finalized the line-up yet! I don't know.. but I have mixed feelings about this. Meh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;Eeeh, blogging like this is fun! And it's more organized too, see? I think I'll blog like this from now on~ Till the next update, everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Golden Apple: MEMORIZE AND RECITE THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' BOOK OF PROVERBS.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-7577003308618634523?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7577003308618634523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=7577003308618634523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7577003308618634523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/7577003308618634523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/nsc-more-school-stuff-hackgu-redemption.html' title='NSC + more school stuff + .hack//G.U. Redemption + RO Regionals'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-208535134985397194</id><published>2008-07-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:40:40.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the greatest weekends of my life, ever.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, it seems like I'll have to delay the chronicling of my Bicol trip even further. Sorry about that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pokes title* Heeh, I can't wait to blog about this weekend, lol. *more gloating*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, the first big event happened last Friday, when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miraculously&lt;/span&gt; won first place in the cheerdance competition. Note that I used the word "miraculously." It really was a miracle because we made the ending routine mere &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; before the presentation, and although we screwed it up big time we still won!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Despite everything that happened -- fights between the members, lots of confusion, lots of shouting, aching muscles... everyone was really happy that day. I was with some of my teammates and when we heard the news, we screamed like crazy for around 15 minutes STRAIGHT. It was also a miracle that I didn't puke. I felt a bit feverish after that, and instead of going out with my classmates to celebrate after school, I just decided to go straight home to rest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, Saturday. I was already looking forward to this because I was going to watch movies with a friend but thanks to my dad, I wasn't able to meet with him. So I was annoyed the entire day, so much so that I almost didn't want to attend the church youth event later that afternoon. After much prodding from my sister, however, I eventually went... and it was so ironic because going there was one of the highlights of my great weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Firstly, the program was really awesome! The skit, the videos.. everything was really touching. I admit that I have been a rather lukewarm Christian lately, but thanks to this event, I'm on fire again and I want to stay that way. (And so, have decided to participate in the weekly meetings. Busy Saturdays are busy..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second, I was able to take my FIRST ever picture with KUYA JOSH! *fangirls* Hahaha, and to think that I was a bit sad after recognition last March, because I thought I missed my last chance to have a picture taken with him. Yaaaaay! *treasures* Thanks to Ephraim, Kuya Troy, Samuel, AND ESPECIALLY LEMUEL because he kept disturbing us just as Ephraim (or was it Samuel? Everything became a blur when Kuya Josh stood beside me *GYAAAAH*) was about to take the picture... so Kuya Josh had to smile beside me for... a full minute, I think. YEHEYYYYYY! *faints*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had dinner with Kenn, my sister, and their classmates afterwards. I was with Kenn most of the time though, because the others were in such a rush to go to the arcades. We both got Steakhouse burger from Burger King. I only finished mine halfway, because it was so big and I ate pasta with my dad earlier.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, the craziest part... arcades! Since we were such a big bunch of people (Around 10 or so), it was almost like we were the only ones there. We totally dominated the place! Haha! At first the girls were at House of the Dead 4 while the boys crowded 'round Michael at the Tekken 6 spot. I hate to admit it but Michael's pretty good, there's this stranger who challenged him to a versus battle and he totally pwned that guy! Way cool!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a while, I just took pictures of everyone, then I invited them to play DDR with me. It was really fun! I think I played around 10 games straight, hahaha! I was really wet with sweat by the time we were done. We were in the arcades for around 2 hours or so. Goodbye, money. D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was around 10PM when we went down to Starbucks to meet Steven's parents and Pastor Eric, our principal. Then my sister and her classmates started talking. I felt out of place for a while, lol. Thankfully, Steven (my classmate) lent me his PSP so I played Tekken 5: DR to pass the time. My dad came to pick us up at around 11:30PM and Israel hitched a ride with us since his village is on our way home anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was a bit surprised when I got home and used the stairs when I realized that my legs and thighs don't hurt as much anymore! They hurt like hell earlier, so much so that I had difficulty using the stairs. Hahaha, funny what 'having fun' can do to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sunday was my appointment with our dentist. I'm finally getting jackets for my canine teeth! My dentist also talked to my mom about me getting braces. Finally! *u* I also experienced anesthesia today. It was really funny because I couldn't move my mouth well, and was a bit drowsy while my dentist was cleaning my teeth so she was a bit nervous. Hahaha! I'm going back on Tuesday for my jackets! &lt;3 Yay, I can smile without having to worry about my canine teeth now! Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to type more but this entry is long enough as it is already and I still have homework to do. D: Goodnight, everyone.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-208535134985397194?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/208535134985397194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=208535134985397194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/208535134985397194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/208535134985397194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-greatest-weekends-of-my-life.html' title='One of the greatest weekends of my life, ever.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-6317971394537575946</id><published>2008-07-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:01:33.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler.</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, I know some of you guys really want to know about my mini-vacation but let me keep you waiting for just... an update longer, okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God... I really need to rant this out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever since I got home, I've been swamped with problems, problems, and more problems.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was nice seeing everyone again but still... Sigh, the pressure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, feel free to leave if you don't want to hear about my inconsequential blabber. *blah blah*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So we reached home at around 2 in the morning. Of course, I still had to wash, fix my stuff, and prepare for school tomorrow so I ended up sleeping at around 3. Then my mom woke me at around 5. I was insanely dizzy when I got up from bed, around 30 minutes later. But even though I thought I couldn't feel any crappier than this, I also remembered that my last meal was 20 hours ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I went to school late and with an empty stomach. (I could have sworn I heard it grumbling.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of my friends then greeted me with a scowl. What better way to start the morning, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And just when I really thought it couldn't get any worse than this, I went to my office only to find a pile of 'pending' schoolwork... and some missing stuff. (I'm guessing my classmates borrowed some of the stuff on my desk while I was away and forgot to give it back.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I was in a moderately foul mood now. (Seeing my friends again cheered me up a little.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I remembered that I still had detention from a friggin' week ago and I had to serve my time immediately. So even though I felt like I could die from hunger, I only had a 15-minute lunch break. (Lunch break was cut in half because we have cheer dance practices that afternoon. And my teacher cut it again in half because of my detention.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheerdance practice that day was extremely annoying, as well. Or maybe I thought it was because I was already in a bad mood. Still, standing for long periods of time (like, one minute) in my 1-inch heel shoes WAS HELL. (DAMN THESE SCHOOL SHOES!) And it didn't help that we accomplished very little that day too, in my opinion. (When I'm pressured, I hate wasting time lol. For obvious reasons. The competition was four friggin' days away!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And he keeps on being nice to me... again. *groans* I know that this is so pessimistic but I have a gut feeling that he's only doing these things just so he'll be able to ask me for favors in the near future. Gah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So many problems.. not only in school and with my friends but also.. Meh. Life sucks at the moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-6317971394537575946?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6317971394537575946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=6317971394537575946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6317971394537575946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/6317971394537575946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/filler.html' title='Filler.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-4245861436128718358</id><published>2008-06-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:47:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt your blah and uneventful lives for..</title><content type='html'>.... nothing, really. I heard it from a random Spongebob episode and LOL'd.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But meh, it does have a certain relevance to my blog post today. If I said it the normal way, I would have gone, "We interrupt your regular emo and rant journal entries with a meaningful entry this time" but that would have been so long and wordy and boring. So meh, again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANYWAY haha must stop senseless babbling~ &lt;font size="5"&gt;I'll be away from tomorrow till Sunday.&lt;/font&gt; Regular updates will resume on Monday, not that I update regularly NOW, especially after saying that crap about blogging everyday but meh, there's a special reason why I haven't been able to update and I will tell you what that is when I get back on Monday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But maybe I'm just telling you that to make you grow all anxious and anticipating on Monday only to find out that nothing special happened and I was just procrastinating. Meh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And yes, I know, writing run-on sentences is fun, isn't it? Even if it is a grammatical faux pas. But meh. 'Meh' has justifying power of over 9000! So saying meh after every friggin' paragraph/sentence/phrase/word justifies the crap I just said, no matter how crappy it was. Meh again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lastly, if you were looking for the "meaningful content" of this entry, you won't find it. I changed my mind. Maybe I'll post an emo, I mean meaningful blog entry on Monday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Short entry is short, at least for me. See you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. To everyone who comforted me earlier, you know that I love you tons, okay? *hugs*&lt;br&gt;PPS. You are the only ones who know about today so don't tell other people about it until I have posted a proper blog entry regarding that on Monday!&lt;br&gt;PPPS. Okay, it's official. I'm addicted to writing run-on sentences. *groans*&lt;br&gt;PPPPS. Apparently, I'm also addicted to writing in PS form. (PS, PPS, PPPS, etc.)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-4245861436128718358?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4245861436128718358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=4245861436128718358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4245861436128718358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/4245861436128718358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-interrupt-your-blah-and-uneventful.html' title='We interrupt your blah and uneventful lives for..'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-3716401841190663885</id><published>2008-06-18T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:35:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An undertaking.</title><content type='html'> Hmm.. I think I'll try blogging everyday, at least for this year... or maybe month, if I get lazy. The idea's good and it's a great way to de-stress, anyway. At least now, when I need "de-stressing."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. Pardon the spam, mmkay? That's +1 alert email spam everyday, heeh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;June 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;First day of school was fun, surprisingly enough. I even went to school early, thanks to my overly-excited parents. I saw Ma'am Kai immediately and found out that there was no electricity because of.. well, I didn't really want to know the details. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING WAS, HELL YEAH, THERE'S NO ELECTRICITY! So there was a 70/30 chance of us getting sent home early ON THE FIRST DAY! How cool is that?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I giddily ran up the stairs, and I haven't even reached the chapel area when I heard loud cries of, "JAYNE!!! JAAAYNE!! PUMAYAT KAAA!!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone was there: Nicole, Zhane, Ruth, Hannah (talking to somebody else, as usual), Sarah, and even Madel! I thought she wasn't going to enroll because she was going to migrate to Canada this year. (And yes, I chose to ignore the part where they embarassed RIGHT IN FRONT OF KUYA TROY. HAHAHAHA! /fangirl)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, anyway, were so hyper because of the fact that we might get dismissed soon. So we just talked about mundane stuff. And they kept saying that I lost weight! Hahaha! I like that. &gt;:] Although I'd never admit it to them, of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I met Erica, a new student and Ate Randy's sister. So technically, she's not all that new but meh. I think I surprised her by suddenly blurting out, "You look like Jamie!!!" but it's not like we talked for a long time anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ma'am Shiela suggested a fun (at least for her, anyway) game. It was to introduce one's self with an adjective starting with the same letter that that person's name begins with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Almost everyone whose name began with J said Jolly *insert name here*! Meh, I don't want to use jolly. Firstly, I'm not really the jolly type of person and I don't know but for me, jolly sort of denotes being fat... ish SO NO. NOT JOLLY JAYNE. NEVER. I ended up being Judicious Jayne because I can't think of anything else that does not connote happiness (joyful, joyfulness, jovial, etc.) and starts with J.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The worst thing is, Sir Ruben thought I said DELICIOUS JAYNE. WHUT. @_@ And then he suddenly announced that I was the spelling champion last year -- which was totally random. Sir, must you really remind them.. So embarassing.. :'[&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At around 11AM, we were about to be dismissed when the Meralco people suddenly arrived. Meh, of all the times for them to do their job properly~ &gt;:[ So in the end, we weren't dismissed. And first day of school was hell, literally. I still had my jacket on and people were urging me to take it off. Meh, I bet I looked weird then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The electricity problem was solved a couple of minutes after lunch. Thank God for that! And then the orientation began. It was the same as last year, only this year it seemed more boring because I already know what the rules were.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then... dun dun dun. Pacework time! Okay, next entry. *yawns*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;June 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Angelic Abi's birthday today. Hmm.. just a normal school day, I guess. I still feel weird about having a Filipino PACE.. and when I try to read it my eyes go @_@ and I can't understand a thing. It's like a friggin' new language!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had Shakey's for lunch pala, thanks to Miss Angel. And... a certain picky guy is starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was raining when we got dismissed, good thing my mom fetched us. Nicole started acting weird though. I think she's going down with the flu. I hope not..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;June 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was 20 minutes late for school today. Good thing I ran into Ma'am Kai again so I didn't have to enter the room alone and have everyone look at my haggard self.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Normal school day again, except Nicole and Madel were absent. Nicole really caught a fever and as for Madel... I'll just ask her tomorrow. Lunch felt really lonely without them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again, I finished the day with 2 demerits. I keep putting off writing that essay for English -- which makes me feel just a teeny bit guilty because I keep procrastinating, I mean, blogging, instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; doing it. The other demerit I got from not doing my Bible PACE. Meh, I really don't like Bible.. or maybe that's just the devil talking. Well, I'm praying about it and hopefully I'll be able to answer my Bible PACE enthusiastically soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Picky person was still picky today and it's really irking me. Tatagalugin ko na kasi hindi ko feel yung english ah pero ang ARTE nya grabe. Kalalaking tao ang arte arte. What the hell, is he that important that he EXPECTS us to pay attention to him?! Meh. *breathes deeply*Starting tomorrow I'm not going to pay any attention to him. &gt;:[&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;New uniforms are still not here so I'm still stuck with the old, oversized regular blouses, teeny gala blouse, and waaay too big skirts (BECAUSE I LOST WEIGHT, RIGHT?! HAHAHA!). Meh. I wish HE won't see me in these. Sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to do my homework now~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. I think my English sounds weird. @_@ I think.. I committed a lot of grammatical errors back there. /oc&lt;br&gt;PPS. ANG KIKAY KO MAGSALITA HAHA. SARAH, I BLAME YOUUUUUUUUU.&lt;br&gt;PPPS. Gumanda daw ako! Mwehehee. *pumapalakpak ang tenga*&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24107112-3716401841190663885?l=jaynetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3716401841190663885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24107112&amp;postID=3716401841190663885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3716401841190663885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24107112/posts/default/3716401841190663885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaynetics.blogspot.com/2008/06/undertaking.html' title='An undertaking.'/><author><name>♥Jayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_194HlX92i6M/SKq16yhTByI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gSkfyejk89c/S220/rinoa6_lil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24107112.post-7994829591705386682</id><published>2008-06-08T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:18:43.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; " size="3"&gt;Tagged by Joboy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;(And too lazy to edit this)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; " size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; " size="3"&gt;Answer the following briefly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. Where do you study?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Flock Academy - Marikina&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would turn him down nicely.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;3. What if you can't tell someone how you feel exactly about him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;If I can't tell him then that just means one thing, he's unavailable. So I'll just move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you? &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;5. Who's your ideal lover?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyuuga Natsume from Gakuen Alice or Yoh Komiyama from Koukou Debut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Being loved, I guess. Although sometimes it's more of a pain in the neck than a blessing but hey, that's better than being hated, right? Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would, till I find someone else. I'm not really the "martyr" kind of person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;8. What was the weirdest question a person ever asked you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hmm.. My teacher once asked me about pubic hair and manga. I just said "O-okay" and made up some messed up excuse to leave the room ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;9. What is your cellphone number?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have it memorized and I'm too lazy to fetch my phone at the moment. Ask me at a better time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;11. Is being insulted fun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm no masochist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; 
