<?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-12038999</id><updated>2011-12-01T17:25:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>never fade away</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115381596150542614</id><published>2006-07-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:26:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;New Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schizophrenically-pernicious.blogspot.com"&gt;http://schizophrenically-pernicious.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115381596150542614?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115381596150542614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115381596150542614' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115381596150542614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115381596150542614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/closed.html' title='CLOSED'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115372167592212304</id><published>2006-07-24T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:14:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO :|</title><content type='html'>I'm a little bored right now, so I decided to blog hop first. I'm taking a break from my "stresstors" right now, a.k.a. SCHOOL-"work". Yeah. It's af if we still have classes right now because of the works that were left for us. :p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumbled across one of my favorite blogs a.k.a. THE THESIS STATEMENT, and out of curiosity and boredom, I started reading her past entries.. and I found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entry from Miss Platon's blog, Date written: March 31,2006 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me cheezy, I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To all my students, I appreciate everything! I honestly wished that the day (or should I say the schoolyear? Hehe) would never end. All the gifts, the hugs, the well-wishes were all very much appreciated. I will keep them with me always :) I wish I could keep you all there with me, too, so we could all be together, hanging out, having fun, and of course learning at the same time. From each other of course :) I've learned so much from you guys, as much as I hope you've learned from me, too :) You made this year such an amaaaazing year. Nothing can compare to it, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dread going back to school on Monday and finding the school empty. It's going to be so weeiiirrrddd... :/ *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have so much to say, but again, I fear that words will not be able to contain the overwhelming greatness of emotion I am feeling right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*HUG* - just let this say what I feel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again, my dear ladies, thank you. The schoolyear is finally over, but I hope the memories and lessons that we learned, taught, and shared won't ever be :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AWWW! :( Those words she muttered made me cry. :( Even though, I'm already a senior student, I still can't help but miss those good old days I had when I was still in Third Year. Even though, I had my crappiest grades during that year, I, for one, considers it to be one of the most memorable years I had in SHS. I miss my classmates and I miss some of our teachers who aren't our teachers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chem and Mrs. Torralba's wacky and dramatic personality. ;) I miss Miss Pacle and her kwentos.. I miss World History with Miss Canivel, P.E. and Health with Miss Aureada, The ever so perky and sweet Miss Galicha who is now teaching in college ;) and of course, Literature, Fragements, Run-ons, William Shakespeare and KOKOLOGY SESSIONS with Miss Platon; nevertheless, I'm currently enjoying my senoir life as well. Kahit na nagkakanda lasug lasug na utak ko sa Math, Physics, Econ, Accounting at English, I still manage to smile and be happy. :) Haha! :) My teachers and classmates are the best. :) Pero siyempre, I'm still having a hard time of letting go of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115372167592212304?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115372167592212304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115372167592212304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115372167592212304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115372167592212304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-no.html' title='OH NO :|'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115371976704880880</id><published>2006-07-24T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:42:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Classes</title><content type='html'>Hurraah! :) Walang pasok ngayon. Haha, however, the teachers bombarded us with so much work to do. Oh Well. My mom is forcing me to finish my appication forms and to finish the essays needed for the application. Tapos may schoolworks pa. Haaaay-ness! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so happy to receive messages from a distant friend. Haha! :) She told me that one of these days she would be able to visit us. YEHEEY! :) I MISS YOU MISS AUREADA ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Sana bukas walang pasok ulit! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115371976704880880?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115371976704880880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115371976704880880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115371976704880880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115371976704880880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes.html' title='No Classes'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115367412330056699</id><published>2006-07-24T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:02:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday :|</title><content type='html'>This is unlike the usual Sundays I had before. All day long. I was thinking about the quizzes we are about to have, how I should improve my performance and grades in Math (College Algeb),Pinoy,Physics. WHOA! Speaking of Physics.. We had our last one standing.. Shocks. Sobrang I find that day, pressuring.. at akala ko.. OK NA SANA. Kasi naman, ok na sana yung quiz ko sa Comp, tapos, nasira kasi.. ayaw mag add nung sa EXCEL Practical Test namin. O_o.. Tapos yung last one standing.. shocks! I was the last one standing! Haha! :) Nakakatakot talaga yun.. malas ko nun kasi, di talaga ako nag aral the day before. Hahaha! It goes to show how lazy I am, and I should refrain from it by now. :P Grabe, naalala ko rin yung kinwento ni Miss Tolidanes sa blog thing. Haha! :) I must be careful with the entries I make.. baka mamaya di ko kasi namamalayan na nakakasakit pa ako ng tao. Plus, ayoko na magkaroon ng kaso just because of an entry. Sabi pa ni Miss, pwede ka raw mademanda because of.. something something that has to do with destroying reputation ekek. Basta yun! OH NOO. Anyway, ngayon, I was stuck at home all day, and I tried to finish reading my book report. Fortunately, I succeeded. :) Haha. I'm also done with my vague report. Haha! :) For the sake of my classmates na gusto magka plus, kasi LOVE KO SILA. (yehes!) I'm not really opt for the plus, pero its the least I can do for those who really deserve it. :) Tska, kahit papano makakabenefit na rin naman ako sa sarili ko. Haha! Aun.. ang saya pala yesterday kasi buong araw ako sa SMF with Suzie at Bianca. Tapos, kinakalkal ko yung phone ni Bianca, tapos gumawa kami ng movies.. ndi nya alam na may ganon sa phone niya. Haha! Tapos, ang tagal naming nakatambay sa Starbucks, tapos kung kani kaninong mga names ginamit namin. AHAHAHA! :) Sayaaa! OH NOOO!! Anyway, our UPCAT is next week na. Apparently, I'm so not prepared. Grabe. SOBRANG PRESSURED NA AKO! hahaha! :) But I still remain happy. :) Haha! Ay ang saya ko nung Saturday kasi, I discovered something that inspired me to study more! ;) Haha! :) Thank you talaga sobra!! :) Saya pala kanina sa church kasi nakatabi ko si Pola :) I thank God kasi binigyan niya ako ng sign na makakapunta pa ako sa church, nung nag stop yung ulan, tas nagkita pa kami ni Pola! hehehe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bombarded with so many things to do.. and so many things, that make me anxious. Haha. Hindi ko alam kung nasan na yung calculator ko na tinadtaran ko ng love notes. Naiwan ko pa noteboook ko sa ANAL Geom at may assignment dun, and I failed to take note of it. WAAAH! I feel so irresponsible! inalis ko muna yung YM ko kasi temptation sa pag aaral ko! :) Haha. I'll be temporarily nerdy for now. I need to improve my grades!! sobra! Hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115367412330056699?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115367412330056699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115367412330056699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115367412330056699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115367412330056699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday :|'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115357554279805154</id><published>2006-07-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:39:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as we all know it</title><content type='html'>I think friendster is telling me something with regards to what I am actually experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you haven't given yourself the chance to get used to new changes, do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a lot of pressure on you today, but the one who's pushing so hard is you! Lately, you've been way too difficult on yourself, and you should stop and realize that you're doing your thing in your own way -- and that's good enough. Part of this stress may be due to the changes that have been happening in your life, so address that issue. If you just give yourself time to get used to the newness around you, you'll start to relax again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm jampacked with things that leads myself to underpressure right now considering the fact that I'll be taking an exam for college, I'm having diffculties in some of my subjects, being pressured with the appiclation forms, and other factors that are making me stressful. I've experienced change wherein, I'm having a hard time moving on, but somehow, little by little, I realized that I'm quite accepting the fact, that its "through". Sometimes, we must learn to sacrifice because we don't get all the things we want in this unsatisfied world of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this MIGHT be the last time I will be blogging for this month. I have a lot of things to prioritize. I must occupy my time for studying so that I will be able to catch up with our lessons, and at the same time pass the "oh so almost deadly entrance exams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA RHEAPAZ BERNARDO DE GUZMAN.. on the 26th day of July ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115357554279805154?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115357554279805154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115357554279805154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115357554279805154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115357554279805154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-as-we-all-know-it.html' title='Life, as we all know it'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115331867399026902</id><published>2006-07-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:17:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat @ Capuchin, Batangas</title><content type='html'>Alright. Since all of the sections in 4th year are done with their retreats in Capuchin Batangas, let me evaluate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was nice. :) The place was "European Inspired" that's why it seemed as if you didn't have the retreat in the Philippines. That's what you see on the outside of the building, but when you go inside, the pathways are confusing and the rooms are small. My butt does not fit when I was in between the cabinet and the ladder while going down from my bed. (yes, our bed was double decker! Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time ko matulog sa double decker)&lt;/span&gt; Sa totoo lang, natatakot pa ako kasi walang harang tas baka mahulog ako. Haha Funny. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room was beside our CL teacher's room so we had encountered countless sermons from her. XP However, I find her nice. Haha. Wala lang.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nga. :) Hmmm, The retreat was,at least for me, it was OK. I can't say it's great and I can't also say that its bad, BUT IT WAS OK. :) Ayun nga, I enjoyed jamming with the songs kasi.. and I was one of those people who was very active when it comes to sharing and stuff. Yeah, kaso mayroon ding moments na, I was not able to control my eyelids from closing. Kahit nag coffee pa ako. Asuuus! :p Feel na feel ko rin yung mga reflections pero, I feel that something is missing, and something.. was not enough. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. The food were scrumptious talaga. Haha! Grabe, wala lang ang sarap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag uwi, nanuod kami ng Scary Movie 2. Siyempre, nakakahiya kay Teacher Apple and Mrs.Sulit. Yun ba naman ang panoorin mo in front of your teachers. Ang awkward ng feeling. Haha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115331867399026902?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115331867399026902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115331867399026902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331867399026902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331867399026902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/retreat-capuchin-batangas.html' title='Retreat @ Capuchin, Batangas'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115331745737417550</id><published>2006-07-19T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:57:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things Can Make Me Happy Afterall</title><content type='html'>* Talking to the people I miss makes me utterly happy.&lt;br /&gt;* Receiving a compliment from a person, you've touched makes me feel touched as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Scrumptious food make me happy and healthy at the same time&lt;br /&gt;* Listening to songs I like soothes my soul. ;)&lt;br /&gt;* Fast Downloading is not often happening&lt;br /&gt;* Complimenting a person with a nice work can make you feel better ;)&lt;br /&gt;* Entertaining oneself can be pretty entertaining :D&lt;br /&gt;* Realizing that you've cried over a petty thing.. makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;* doing something you are scared of makes you feel like a winner :)&lt;br /&gt;* dancing keeps me sane. it drive away the worries and anxieties that's bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;* thinking that there are 80% of the people in this world care for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AHAHAHA. So right now, I feel much better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115331745737417550?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115331745737417550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115331745737417550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331745737417550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331745737417550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-things-can-make-me-happy.html' title='Simple Things Can Make Me Happy Afterall'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115331317171746797</id><published>2006-07-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:57:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>071906</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today is the day of my second birthday! Haha. Birthdays are not just days when we are born. This are ALSO ates that are considered significant for us. Today is not really the day when I was born, but today is the I will celebrate my 1 year anniversary of having :). Hahaha. Having :) in a manner that, this person, did something "extraordinary" that made me truly happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, this is not an BF/GF anniversary.. (yuck anlabo)&lt;br /&gt;but I still consider this day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;kaso yung mismong nagpasignificant ng araw na toh, sadyang making paasa talaga. Haha. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yung feeling ko ngayon?!.. I'm feeling so ambivalent with what I am deciding to do with "this" person. Balak ko nga.. sabihin talaga sa kanya yung nafeefeel ko within. At least, for me, I know that it would actually make me feel better. Wala naman kasi kamalay malay yung tao na, "I feel that way towards you". It's not easy to admit it to that person, kasi siyempre.. the result is just merely unpredictable. Tska mahirap din naman kasi nga, youre becoming distant from that person. tas baka mas maging distant pa kami pag tinuloy ko yung balak kong gawin. Buti nga offline na siya ngayon. Kasi I can't stand the feeling na mag oonline siya, tapos di naman siya magpaparamdam pag kinausap ko.. parang feeling ko.. pinapaasa lang niya ako. Ang masaklap pa, sayo, that person acts as if that person is busy, pero sa iba.. hindi naman. Kayo na nga yung malayo sa isa't isa, tas lalo pang lumalayo just because of a communcation barrier. YM na nga lang yung way of keeping in touch niyo kasi pag nagkikita kayo busy naman siya.. tapos.. masisira pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this entry might seem so pointless to you my dear readers(kung meron mang nagbabasa) pero basta yun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115331317171746797?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115331317171746797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115331317171746797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331317171746797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115331317171746797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/071906.html' title='071906'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115323147762705519</id><published>2006-07-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:04:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Louise Algeli Noroña &amp; Paula Jianelli Melgajero(?) Lao :)</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to those 2 people who are so dear and special to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiyak si Pola kanina, awww! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! :) Tas natapakan ko si Lolo (sorry Lolo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird ng araw na ito. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad about it., but what's dominating is my happiness, especially when I saw the look on Pola's face when we surprised her. :) Tska, sana naman napasaya ko rin si Loise kasi naalala ko siya, at shempre. I made something for her too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. :) I want to make them feel special.. Grabeness, lalo na ngayon at 4th year na ako, wherein I'm about to bid goodbye (hopefully) to my alma matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas is a very special day for me. Why?! :) Kasiiii, bastaaa! Hahaha! :) The people who know me very well, know why tomorrow is a very significant day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115323147762705519?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115323147762705519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115323147762705519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115323147762705519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115323147762705519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-louise-algeli-noroa.html' title='Happy Birthday Louise Algeli Noroña &amp; Paula Jianelli Melgajero(?) Lao :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115306082876282186</id><published>2006-07-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:45:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural High :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meltingpen.blogspot.com//"&gt;Mikee&lt;/a&gt; has already updated his blog! Haha! :) Wala lang! :) I'm a big fan of him kasi. yucks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, My mom, my yaya and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest! :) The film was thrilling and it never bore me. :) It is fun to watch. Jack Sparrow a.k.a Johnny Depp played his character well. :) Believe me, it's worth watching. I just cried when *toot*. Just watch the film will you! Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched The Lake House last week in Gateway. Demmit! It was such a.. uhm, cheezy film, haha! but it was good. :) I wonder how the filmmaker thought of the plot. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, I haven't watched Superman yet but hopefully I would be able to watch sometime. I am really anticipating the moment wherein I would be able to watch Mr. Brandon's hotness uncut. Haha! :) Wala lang. Its as if everybody (well almost everybody) is swooning over his hotness so, curiosity sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a difficult time in my so called "senior life" so far. Especially with Math and Economics. Poor Me!! :| I have not done my essay for Ateneo yet. and that goes to show I'm lazy I am in setting my priorities. I'm not even half way with the pages of my book report. Haha! AAAH the art of procrastination.. yeah! Whatever! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115306082876282186?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115306082876282186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115306082876282186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115306082876282186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115306082876282186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/natural-high.html' title='Natural High :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115288333535354040</id><published>2006-07-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:22:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyo Cappuchin-oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/1zxxi50.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of our Trip to Europe. Hahaha! :) We had our recollection in Europe. Hahaha! Naaah. Just kidding! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the reco house where we stayed in. It is the Cappuchin Retreat House located in Lipa, Batangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's as if we took the picture in Europe right? Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was so much fun. I can't go on furthur with the details yet. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't yet. :) But next time, I will share my insights and stuff.. and yeah. When everybody's done "retreating" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115288333535354040?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115288333535354040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115288333535354040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115288333535354040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115288333535354040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/eyo-cappuchin-oh.html' title='Eyo Cappuchin-oh!'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/1zxxi50_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115234727497397417</id><published>2006-07-08T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:27:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung liligaya ka, sa piling ng iba..</title><content type='html'>Hmm, mukang masaya ka na nga sa piling ng "IBA". Haynako, minsan, iniisip ko na sana hindi ka masaya sa piling ng iba para, mas maalala mo ang... "dati". Sa tingin ko naalala mo pa rin yung "Dati" pero.. iba talaga na may "iba" ka na :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115234727497397417?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115234727497397417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115234727497397417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115234727497397417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115234727497397417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/kung-liligaya-ka-sa-piling-ng-iba.html' title='Kung liligaya ka, sa piling ng iba..'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115175764226084281</id><published>2006-07-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:40:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calestenics Day, SMF, Keys Me... :)</title><content type='html'>Today was, without a doubt, a good start of the month of July 4 me. I was late for the Intrams meeting but that doesn't really matter at all. My "fitness" improved. The step test was, indeed, exhausting. I almost vommitted during the process. Haha. Nevertheless, It was fun. Haha. In fact, I had an exhilirating day. Whee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball with some of my younger schoolmates. Man I suck! Haha. That doesn't matter anyway. Haha. I over to Charie's place, and it seems that her dog likes me very much and it keeps on licking me. Haha. I ask for my mom's consent if I could commute with Charie and Karen. Suprisingly, she allowed me too, but still in an overprotective manner. Haha. :) Before we went to SMF, Karen went home to freshen up and we decided to stop by at FCM. I bought a new cellphone casing and the guy who sells there looks exactly like Rigor Mortiz/Ramon Bautista. Haha. Funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang funny talaga when we crossed the street because I dragged my friends. I was getting awkward and nervous because of the fast paced vehicles. When we reached SMF, there was a huge crowd who gathered in a particular area. Apparently, there was a video shoot of Miss Katya Santos for the Ajinamoto Ginesa whateverishit. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Miss Casimiro at Ice Monsters. Hehe. I saw some of my batchmates in Toy Kingdom and they kept calling us IMMATURE. It goes to show that our batch is still chaild at heart. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the drums in Tom's World, bought several merchandise at NBS, at "nag HOLY HUNTING" kami. We searched for SHSians in the mall and we spotted A LOT of them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. ang saya talaga ng day na toh!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115175764226084281?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115175764226084281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115175764226084281' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115175764226084281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115175764226084281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/calestenics-day-smf-keys-me.html' title='Calestenics Day, SMF, Keys Me... :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115168215673327685</id><published>2006-06-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:44:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tune it Up</title><content type='html'>Got this from Astrid's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post a line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1)I wanted life to be this way, coz a lil bit of love could mean so much&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)everybody(2x) lets get into it, lets get stupid, get it started, get it started,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3)ilang awit pa ba ang aawitin, o giliw kooo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4)she said goodbye, to many time befooore &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I knew it was there, though I try to hide it the feeling just kept on shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6)Soaring, Flying, There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7)I've learned the hard way, so never let it get thaat faaar&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;8)Pasenya na, kung ako ay, di nagsasalita&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;9)Maliit na Butas, Lumalake..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Namulat ako, at ngayo'y nag-iisa, pagkatapos ng ulaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11)Take me as you are, Push me off the road &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)They say there's always magic in the aiiir&lt;br /&gt;13)And yes we've just begun.. Sharing horizons that are new to us, watching the signs along the way, talking it over just the two of us..&lt;br /&gt;14)Ayoko na muna makita ka, ayoko na muna makasama ka, gusto ko sana makapag isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;15)I know you want it, I know you do&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;16)Lahat tayo'y mayroong pagkakaiba, sa tingin palang ay makikita na..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)&lt;s&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you badly, Don't think that I am fooling around with you, So sorry for the time you have wasted on me, so sorry for the things that you went through&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)&lt;s&gt;Magkahawak ang ating kamay, na walang kamalay malay &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19)No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20)What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;21)At ayokong magising, sa umagang nag aakit &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Would You look at her, she looks, she's got me thinking about her constantly, but she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;23)Ikaw sana, ang aking yakap yakap..ang iyong kamay ang aking laging hawak&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;24)Dadalhin kita sa aking bahay, di tayo magaaway, aalis tau sa tunay na mundo &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;25)Tale as old as time, truth as it can be &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26)Come and lay here beside me, I'll tell you how it feels&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)If your looking for trouble, you've come to right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28)Bawat araw sinusundan, di ka naman tumitingin, anong aking, dapat gawin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29)525,600 minutes, how do you measure a year in a life&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30 I know that something has changed, never felt this way, and right here tonight...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115168215673327685?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115168215673327685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115168215673327685' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115168215673327685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115168215673327685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/tune-it-up.html' title='Tune it Up'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115158964793796315</id><published>2006-06-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:00:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are NEVER satisfied</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I could never get away from being insecure. I reckon that IRONY is LIFE's best friend, and, as a matter of fact, Life's enemy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned a while back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is actually the root of all evil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic isn't it? Isn't love the one, that makes you blissfully happy, but nevertheless, you end up ripping your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic that, some people envy you for what you have, but you still end up feeling insecure and unsatisfied?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic that, for example today, you end the day with very good mood, you feel so alive and enlightened, but then the next day, you end up feeling like you've been beaten up by some wild cat beast and you feel that you'll die soon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic that, when it comes to other people's problems, you can help them out so easily, but when it comes to solving your own problems, you feel like your lost inside a confusing maze, not knowing the answers to the questions left unanswered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but an irony. Don't you agree? Haha :) Whatever. This is senseless. I'm just bored, that's all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115158964793796315?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115158964793796315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115158964793796315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115158964793796315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115158964793796315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-are-never-satisfied.html' title='People are NEVER satisfied'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115157729706430478</id><published>2006-06-29T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:50:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Emotions</title><content type='html'>I've becoming so temperamental from the past few days. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :) I love my seatmates(Aubrei and Francine) and rowmates(Kaila and Loise) and uhhhm, front row mates(Joan, Gem, Andrea, Charisse, Aira) so much. I love Rizal Patrol(Charie, Maro, Karen, Ave, Trixie Cruz, Aji at ang patrol leader naming si Tan). Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, But what I hate is that, I'm failing a bunch of quizzes lately. It's not a very good start. Especially, when your distracted by "certain things". Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've formulated my theory a while ago which is.. a bit, ironic. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :) Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks I'm a loseeeerrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah! LOSER. Wah!! I need to make up for my grades in Math. I don't want to suffer the consequences that are regretful in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah. Things I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Self- esteem&lt;br /&gt;* Time Management&lt;br /&gt;* Study Habits&lt;br /&gt;* Laziness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115157729706430478?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115157729706430478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115157729706430478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115157729706430478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115157729706430478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-emotions.html' title='Random Emotions'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115141671672186272</id><published>2006-06-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:58:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>I want to share with you a poem I've written 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so lost in this big old place&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so unsure for what’s in store for me&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in this immense journey&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to keep on track&lt;br /&gt;The road is mere bent&lt;br /&gt;The directions are quite bleak&lt;br /&gt;The route is leading me&lt;br /&gt;To a sanctuary full of regret and deceit&lt;br /&gt;Oh the irony it has cast upon me&lt;br /&gt;For what I thought this journey will set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115141671672186272?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115141671672186272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115141671672186272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115141671672186272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115141671672186272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115133028851414490</id><published>2006-06-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:04:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letting YOU go, is the BEST achievement I would have to make; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I can't...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I MUST. It's for a GOOD CAUSE. It's for MY OWN GOOD. It's for OUR OWN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my life.. would play with my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want our friendship to be ruined, just because of SOMEONE who gets in our way, and leave us astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Sure. Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115133028851414490?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115133028851414490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115133028851414490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115133028851414490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115133028851414490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/revelation-day.html' title='Revelation day'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115120192870485574</id><published>2006-06-25T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:18:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabled NO MORE</title><content type='html'>My right hand is not "on cast" anymore. Whee. Haha. It's just that, it still hurts because I guess it's not used to the exposed environment. Anyway, Today is the showing of High School Musical. I want to watch it so badly, but the problem is WE DON'T HAVE DISNEY CHANNEL. Fudgelooove! Haha. I'm used to saying "fudgelove" now. It prevents me from saying profanity. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a seminar in preparation for college. Dang I suck when it comes to interviews. Haha :) But that doesn't matter because at least I've realized my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :) Anyway, I envy Miss Platon. Haha. But I still love her though. While I was reading her post.. I felt so jealous because.. I've never met anyone who NEVER DISPLEASES anyone, UNLIKE HER. It seems as though EVERYBODY LOVES HER. I hope someday, I could be JUST LIKE HER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is loved, gifted, and posseses a kind heart = her loveliness. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SMF with some bunch of my third year friends. Haha. We played in Tom's World. Saw Miss Malayas, Miss Ngo.. and a lot of other SHSians. Haha. It was FUN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've commuted all the way home from SMF. Haha. Funny. It was my first time to commute from SMF to BF homes. Haha. It was really tiring. I had to walk all the way from SMF to the flyover and waited for a bus. The streets were, uhh, smelly and polluted. When I got to Batasan, I had to go inside the "palenke" for a trycicle ride home. I was eager to commute. Haha.. and it was really, uhh, an "awakening" experience for me. Whatever. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115120192870485574?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115120192870485574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115120192870485574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115120192870485574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115120192870485574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/disabled-no-more.html' title='Disabled NO MORE'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115098247307807162</id><published>2006-06-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:21:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed, I Agree</title><content type='html'>What's Up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is. The doctor might take out my cast tomorrow. Yeeeey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is, I'm here to make a corny entry that would be unbearable to read.&lt;br /&gt;PARENTAL GUIDANCE is advised!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. ngeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... You'll never realized how important that something... or SOMEONE is... until, you let it/him/her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. E bakit ako?... kahit anjan naman siya.. narealize ko.... na SOBRANG IMPORTANTE niya. AT MAS NAFEEL KO TALAGA NA SOBRANG IMPORTANTE SIYA when we became distant from each other. Well, were not really that far.. but there are certain things and factors that act like barriers that block us from each other. Lammoyun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang miss ko na talaga siya. Bakit ba kung kailan hinahanap mo siya, tiyaka siya magtatago sayo?.. O di kaya'y sobrang willing mo ng makipag usap sa kanya. Minsan pa nga nagiisip ka ng kung ano anong salita na walang kakwenta . tas pag nasa harap na kayo ng isat isa at gusto mo na siya makausap..... wala... blanko utak mo....minsan.... for the sake na makausap mo lang siya.... you'll say ANYTHING that pops into your mind, regardless how stupid or whatever those things are..and then you'll end up saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTSHEEET! bat naman yun ang nasabi ko??!! Haha.. ang senseless... pero di naman gaano masakit yun......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang masakit dun... kung kailan... naging malapit na siya sa puso mo.... ang tadhana... sadyang pinaglalayo kayo..... LECHE!!!! Hahahaha.. Ewan ko ba.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang masakit pa... katulad sa sinabi ko kanina.... sa sobrang hiya mo... napapansin mo na ang mga taong nagiging malapit sa kanya.. magseselos ka... magagalit ka... kahit alam mong... wala namang siyang ginagawang masama..... Ang ironic divaaaah??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba....... tuwing may gusto kang gawin sa buhay mo.... kadalasan... kabaliktaran ang nakatakda sayo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang life NAPAKA IRONIC???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang LOVE???.... sobrang ironic????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who thought you HOW TO SMILE is also the person, who'll TEACH YOU HOW TO CRY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kailangan ka pang saktan ng tao o bagay na lubusang nagpasaya sayo????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeee. A basta. I MISS YOU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115098247307807162?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115098247307807162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115098247307807162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115098247307807162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115098247307807162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/indeed-i-agree.html' title='Indeed, I Agree'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115071408040334237</id><published>2006-06-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:53:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miss Platon | ..and Poj.. and Garfield.. AND JOSE RIZAL</title><content type='html'>Haha. So, today was the big day. It was my first time to "host" and plan and extravagant "surprise"..errrr...Birthday Surprise. It was for Miss Platon. It turned out to be a riot because we didn't really practice our..uhm..lines,whatever. Haha. And imagine, it was dismissal time eh. Nakakaasar nga kasi Miss Platon was such in a hurry. Nakakainiiis. I was hoping that we could surprise her during lunch time, but we must give way to her advisory class. We were left with the "I can't stay long schedule" so it turned out to be a riot. I EVEN FORGOT TO BRING THE MATCHES. So, nagpapanic na ako kung san makakahagilap ng taong may posporo or lighter. Thanks BL, your such a great help. Anyhow, My hardwork did actually pay off. Medyo nakakaasar nga lang kasi... Miss was in a hurry. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... Let's not look at the bad side of it. :) At least her presence made a difference naman e :) And, Hopefully, she apprieciated THE SURPRISE. Whatever :) Sobrang nakakahiya nga kasi people are teasing me all over again. Sheeesssh!!! :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115071408040334237?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115071408040334237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115071408040334237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115071408040334237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115071408040334237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-miss-platon-and-poj-and.html' title='Happy Birthday Miss Platon | ..and Poj.. and Garfield.. AND JOSE RIZAL'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115046728089976714</id><published>2006-06-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:14:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd on the 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS PLATON MY LABS :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th day of June, Miss Platon will be celebrating her 23 years and 8401(?) days of existence here on earth. Even though she is not our teacher in 4th year anymore, that does not hinder us to make her feel special pn her BIG day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my favorite person in the WORLD. Not just THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, but the universe as well. She touched and changed the lives of so many people, including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it when she appreciates the things I do for her. Even though there are times, I sense that she feels bothered when I bug her, she keeps me company and I'm thankful for that. She was one of the people, who healed my wound, when I was hurt emotionally because of MY HORRIBLE PAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those batches whom she is teaching right now. She teaches in a "simple" manner, but she knows how to make the discussion fun and enriching all at the same time. Besides her ability to teach, I find her ingenious talents amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for an opportunity that she would teach us once more. It's not that I don't like Mrs. Benitez ( I LOVE MRS BENITEZ), It's just that the time we had with her when we were still in juniors is not enough to satisfy us of "being with her". That one year we had with her? It seems that the time we had was so rapid. That one year seems like just one day that passed by. Those days will ALWAYS linger in the memories I WILL ALWAYS REMINISCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the reasons why my Junior Year had been so special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not just OUR TEACHER, she's AN INSPIRATION, she is TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, a ROLE MODEL who is loved by soooo many people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115046728089976714?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115046728089976714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115046728089976714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115046728089976714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115046728089976714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/23rd-on-19th.html' title='23rd on the 19th'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-115001761977613958</id><published>2006-06-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:20:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated.. Happy Birthday Charie Kay</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the birthday of my beloved friend named Charie Kay. She has been existing here on earth for 15 years. I haven't notice that she was 2 years younger than me before her birthday.. COOL.Haha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-115001761977613958?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115001761977613958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=115001761977613958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115001761977613958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/115001761977613958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/belated-happy-birthday-charie-kay.html' title='Belated.. Happy Birthday Charie Kay'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114968661710695880</id><published>2006-06-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:23:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Old Times Sake</title><content type='html'>Today is our 3rd Day of classes. School days tha passed by has been..ok, I guess. It was fine. It's not great and not as bad as well, but, again, its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've met some  of our teachers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like our teachers. I met a lot of new teachers who are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mrs. Sulit&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. Tolidanes&lt;br /&gt;* Mrs. Alberto&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. and Mrs. Zeta and Ms Tricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel the gratitude because we will meet some of our teachers whom we've met before our senior year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mrs. Dino&lt;br /&gt;* Mrs. Benitez&lt;br /&gt;* Mrs. Bernardino&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. Lagud&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. Sabordo&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. Malayas&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. Aniago&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. del Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really started yet because I guess were still in the "introduction" stage of the subjects. We will encounter new subjects such as TEENSTAR(haha, everyone, well, almost everyone is looking forward to study the particular subject). PHYSICS, ECONOMICS, PROSEC, ACCOUNTING, ANAL GEOM and COLLEGE ALGEB.. (yehes.. sounds like were college students already! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the affection that had drawn inside me, is still clinging on those good old days when I was still a Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY MISS A LOT FROM MY JUNIOR YEAR and I MUST SAY, IT HAS BEEN A VERY CHALLENGING YET VERY MEMORABLE EXPERIENCE when we were still in third year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Katarungan so much :( I miss my old seatmates and my other classmates who aren't my classmates anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our teachers before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mrs Torralba's gay-ish.. eerieness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Miss Jennifer Jo Platon (aww I wonder how she would do in M.A.) Whatever happened to Miss Galicha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Miss Aureada and Miss Pacle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chemistry and Chem Lab...... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the HEAT..and classroom without aircon :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your left hand when you are actually a right handed person.. is... very risky. NYARR I'm glad that the doctor say that the "breakage" is actually healing.&lt;br /&gt;Yey for me, i CAN WRITE LEGIBLY AGAIN, NO IRRITATING ITCHYNESS ANYMORE and CLEAN my awfully "yucky" hand. The doctor might and hopefully would take the cast out after 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I'm confused with my club. I'm not yet sure kasi if I would be able to join the 2nd audition for the PEP squad. But if my doctor does not allow me to audition on the day when the day of the auditions, then I would choose the new club, which is the FILM CLUB. gaah. My fate depends upon my condition. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114968661710695880?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114968661710695880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114968661710695880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114968661710695880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114968661710695880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-old-times-sake.html' title='For Old Times Sake'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114939088417158395</id><published>2006-06-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:15:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior</title><content type='html'>Whoa... I, or we rather, are officially SENIORS on the 5th day of June. That sucks. I can't take off the idea from my mind that we will officially encounter THE DAYS and NIGHTS of sweat, tears, blood and lack of sleep(or sleeping during classes rather).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamayanan is my section. GOODLUCK ON WRITING THAT ON YOUR PAPERS. It's long. So you better cooperate and bear with me LEFTY. Hah!! Remember, your friend RIGHTY is on hiatus right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to some of my classmates who will be my classmates for the first time, and looking forward to some of the oldies as well. Hahs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to our new teachers... and subjects (UGH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114939088417158395?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114939088417158395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114939088417158395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114939088417158395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114939088417158395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/senior.html' title='Senior'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114914836620914924</id><published>2006-06-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:52:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SM Mall of Asia</title><content type='html'>It was my first time to go there yesterday. The place is HUGE..and long. My mom told me that the mall should have opened last January but unfortunately, there was this sort of crack that they have to fix. Anyway, I was so eager and I was really looking forward to going there before summer ends. My feet were killing me when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, I was bored in the car and I took some pictures. Let me show you one of the pictures that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/11b22d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the sunset at BayWalk, Roxas Blvd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114914836620914924?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114914836620914924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114914836620914924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114914836620914924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114914836620914924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/sm-mall-of-asia.html' title='SM Mall of Asia'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/11b22d4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114899850344305423</id><published>2006-05-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:54:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 People</title><content type='html'>Influenced by &lt;a href="http://angeliii.blogspot.com"&gt;Geli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it works. You describe 15 people without mentioning the names of the people you are referring to. GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She is one of my close friends. We have not been classmates yet but hopefully, I'll end my senior and last year in SHS with her. I met her when we were still in Second Year. She was actually a new student during that time and I never expected that we would be this close. She is a very bright student, cute and she excels in English. She is &lt;strong&gt;THE ENGLISH GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;. I know this girl is a pianist as well. This girl is very sentimental and has a lot of experiences when it comes to love. Life is lifeless without her. She knows a lot of things about me and vice versa because we are worth each other's trust. I love this girl so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This girl excels in Geometry and Table Tennis. I became close to her when she became my seatmate's seatmate. Our sophomore year was actually the first time when we became classmates and we became friends. We tease her endlessly because of her childishness and cutieness. She is referred to a kawayan sometimes because she is very thin. Despite that, she has the beauty and sexiness and has a potencial to become a MODEL someday. I often use her phone to TAKE pictures of myself. She knows a lot about me too. Like number 1, we are worth each other's trust. We are currently swooning over Channing Tatum right now. This girl is very creative. I influenced her to use Adobe Photoshop, and she was even the one who thought me to use the Adobe Image Ready.I love her despit those times we fought. Oh yeah.. she was the one who told me about the kaon of my crush. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I've known this girl since grade school but our junior year was the first time when we actually became classmates. We became homeroom groupmates during the first day of our junior year. I assigned her as our LEEder in our group. This talented girl can sing and draw well. She also has the beauty and the brains. I miss our crazy and haLEEparot moments during dismissal time. I miss our group meetings and jamming sessions. We even made our choreography for the song UDJAVI and MAKE IT SHINE.. and so much more. Like me, this girl is vain. Despite not seeing each other for a while, we still keep in touch with our Unlimitext :) We are currently sharing our interest with the PBB housemate mikee LEE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) She was one of my former kabarkada when we were still in grade 6. (although we still keep in touch right now.) Hehe. Unfortunately, each one of has parted our own separate ways. OK, We were often in the same group ( HD &amp; CHEMBOLBEE ). There are times when this girl seems snobbish and grumpy, but deep down, this girl possesses a heart of goodness. She is a great friend who is always there to listen whenever you need somebody to talk to. I could still remember, during grade 6, we've encountered several fights, but we still remained close. :) Right now, I guess were still close and we aren't fighting anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) She was my classmate when we were still Prep A and B. We became classmates and seatmates when we were still in grade 4. She also became my classmate, and would you believe my seatmate AGAIN. and in third yr, AGAIN we became classmates AND seatmates. Haha. What a coincidence, she always becomes my seatmates when we are classmates. This girl is VERY CREATIVE and a good dancer when it comes to different genres of dancing. We often belong to the same group ( HD, Cultural Show, Linggo ng Wika, E feet, Rhythmic and Chembolbee ) she was also my roommate along with number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) She is my batchmate. We never as in NEVER talk to each other until our Junior Year. This girl looks quiet but if you get to know her, she possesses a WILD attitude too. Haha! She is a dog lover and book lover. She was my seatmate during the 4th qtr. I love asking her out during gimicks. She is often the bida when we have presentations. She was the last person who knew about my deepest darkest secret, which apparantly, is not a secret anymore. She is very smart and she excels in Math and Science. There are times wherein I tell her that I'm mad at her, but I'm just pretending, deep down, that's just how I express my love towards her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) She is one of the people who influenced me to watch RENT. I love playing games with her cellphone. We both love dancing too. She is my groupmate in Hana Deka. I slapped her during our AP presentation. Everytime we are together, there are no dull moments with her because we end up laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I met this girl when we were still in first year. We became classmates when we were in third year. I thought that I would not get along well with this person. Little did I know that she is very sweet. :) This chinita is very good in English. She is serious but is fun to be with. We are rooting for GERALD in PBB :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) We both share interests when it comes to reality game shows such as Survivor, The Amazing Race and American Idol. She is very trustworthy and she sleeps late like me. Everytime we plan a gimmick, we end up postponing it. Tsssss :p She is my unlimitxtmate and one of the people whom I am close to in the lower level. She is a great friend and Im willing to help her for next year :) She accompanied me during the last day of school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) She is the best friend of number 9. Like number 9, she is also one of the people whom I amclose to in the lower level. We love Katharine McPhee. She also loves Stitch and Lea Salonga. Instead of *AU** she wants to be called *O** instead. She was the one who taught me how to make paper cranes. She came up with the idea to make 1000 paper cranes for someone special. She,along with some of her friends, keeps me company during dismissal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Since this girl likes FILIPINO so much... magtatagalog ako. Itong babaeng ito? Mahal ang PINOY... at si Baby na MADER niya. Pilya siya at makulit pero ang puso niya ay taglay ng walang himpil na kabutihan. Matalino at Malikhain at proud to be pinoy ika nga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) This girl loveees SCIENCE so much, and because of that, we got ourselves into trouble. It was because of a futile rumor that destroyed the hearts of some right? She keeps me company with the use of the telephone or sometimes, we text each other instead. She's in incoming sophomore and loves PIGLET so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) It was Prep A when we became classmates. We never became classmates when we were still in Grade School until, High School came. For 3 consecutive years, from first year up to third year and hopefully until 4th yr, we will still become classmates :) She is a very good leader, with the beauty and the brains. We became investy mates when we were in first year and third year. We often go out for gimiks and she visits me here too. She loves to eat, and she thinks she's fat. She HATES scary and morbid movies. Like number one, love has a great impact on her. She's vain like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) This girl is veeeeeeery sweet. Kulang nalang langgamin ito e :) Haha. Everytime I kiss her she goes "AWWW". We never speak to each other before until THIRD YEAR came. I never knew that she was very sweet. People loves her because of her sweetness and perkiness. I admire her because she knows how to appreciate her very beautiful natural wavy her. Look what she got during the prom... Miss Crowning Glory!!.. This girl is very lucky.. and you know what? She used to be a vegetarian :P She is our leader during the 4th qtr in E FEET!! and hopefully, maging classmates pa rin kami. Our Junior Year of togetherness is NOT ENOUGH. This girl whom I LOVE, is the one that loves EVERYBODY and is loved by EVERYBODY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Finally, the last person whom I referring to, is no other than, our mentor who introduced to us William Shakespeare and Hamlet. She introduced us to so many genuises such as Pablo Neruda, William Ernest Henley, Edgar Allan Poe... and herself. She was not just a mentor for me, she was my inspiration my idol and a dear friend to me. I know she does not feel the same way towards me but WHAT THE HEY? c",) She is very pretty (inside and out indeed), she's approachable, talented and smart. I thank her for all the moments we've shared and for every tidbits of each moment that she keeps me company. I know that she has touched the life of mine, but not just mine, the life of others as well. :) I thank GOD for giving me this person, who healed the pain of my tragic past, even though she reminded me of that past. She has been great. The year I've spent with her IS NOT ENOUGH. I envy those batches that she would be teaching next year, . and I'm hoping that she would still handle ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ Whewww!! I had this retyped because nag hang yung computer. GUMAGANA KASI YUNG RECOVER POST when I restarted the computer e (Sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT KAYO... kahit sino pwedeng manghula :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114899850344305423?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114899850344305423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114899850344305423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114899850344305423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114899850344305423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/15-people.html' title='15 People'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114899093767276245</id><published>2006-05-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:08:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>TAGLISH entry for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of training. Nako. I was not able to join because of my stupid fragment. Nainggit nga ako sa mga kasama ko nung nag coconditioning sila and at dance. Daming new steps. Shitness. Tas may audition pa next school year. I'm not sure if I can still join kasi baka hindi pa ako recovered ng mga time na yun. Waaah. I can't let this happen. Since then, pinangarap ko makasama sa team so that I would be able to boost my confidence, tumaas self esteem ko.. at sumikat (diii joke!).. its not about populairty... its about my dream tska shempre... to do something smashing FOR GOD and for my alma matter. To meet new friends, to learn new stuff.. and of course, its my passion to move to the groove and perform. :) I can't let this INJURY ruin my moment. haha. Last Year ko na nga lang sa school e. Fudgeness. If I have the power to turn back time, tapos, maibabalik ko sa dati ang kamay ko.... nakaka inis. Stupid ko kasi e, di ko mabalanse sarili ko. I HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT MYSELF. OH WELL. I guess I'll just have to pray and wait for a miracle na sana maHEAL na tong finger ko. Enough with the drama, masaya ako ngayon e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we went home, nagkainan kami. Grabe. Naumay ako sa mga sweets kasi halos lahat kami matatamis yung mga dinala. Then, nagkwentuhan kami nung ibang members with Coach. Nakakakiliiiig yung mga kinwento niya. It was sad and sweet at the same time. Then, after nun edi uwian na. While waiting for my sundo, I met some of my former teachers. Aba sabi ni Mrs Torralba tumangkad daw ako. Tas si ms sabordo, tumaba daw ako. Haha. Nakausap ko rin si Mrs Dino, Ms Canivel, Mrs Abreu, Ms Dioquino, Ms del Mundo and Ms Platon.Grabe, tagal ako nasundo kc d pla nbbsa ni mommy yung pasundpo na po texts ko. Nyaaaay. Pero ok lang... Worth it naman pag stay ko e Haha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;grbe nung nagkita kami ni *t0ot* alam na siguro ng iba toh... ang saya... nung nakita ko sya tas nag uusap kami feeling ko.. sobrang tagal ko na siya di nakakausap at nakikita tas sabik na sabik talaga ako kanina... WOWOWEE!!  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainlove si Elliott Yamin!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakachat ko ang aking beloved classmate na si Paula na sobrang miss ko na. Nakakatawa talaga ng pinag uusapan namin yung mga hidden talents nya. Hihi... Bilib na bilib talaga ako dun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114899093767276245?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114899093767276245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114899093767276245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114899093767276245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114899093767276245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114872963431075162</id><published>2006-05-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:33:54.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College -- UP</title><content type='html'>OK. Everyone, not everyone, but my batchmates and I are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;preparing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ourseleves for college (although I know were not 100 % ready for that) Everyone has been ranting what their courses are, so allow me to share mine with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Diliman&lt;br /&gt;1) BA Psychology&lt;br /&gt;2) Family Care and Child Development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Manila&lt;br /&gt;1) Behavioural Science&lt;br /&gt;2) Physical Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really concerned on helping out other people. I'm into Media and Writing as well, But I think I would be happier if I join a career that would help other's out. Haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114872963431075162?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114872963431075162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114872963431075162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114872963431075162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114872963431075162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/college-up.html' title='College -- UP'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114870931380766963</id><published>2006-05-27T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:55:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the orthopedic surgeon(yikes! surgeons) yesterday. My right hand is embedded in a cast right now. The doctor gave me a fright when he suggested that he needs to inject my finger with anestisya so that he could make my finger straight. Apparantly, my finger is twisted and dislocated, and my bone has been broken down into 4 fragments so it really needs some serious therapy right now. I'll be wearing my cast for 4 to 6 weeks which will apparantly interfere when school starts. If the problem does not wear off, we might as well proceed with a surgery. WHOAA! My pain tolerance is very weak that's why I ended up crying in front of so many people in the hospital. I want to refuse with the surgery and injection but there will be a complexity with my fingers. Right now, MY RING AND PINKY FINGERS ARE TOO CLOSE. I CAN'T BEAR THE PAIN WHEN I TRY TO TEAR THEM APART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114870931380766963?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114870931380766963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114870931380766963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114870931380766963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114870931380766963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-orthopedic-surgeonyikes.html' title=''/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114862335339934744</id><published>2006-05-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:02:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambidextrous</title><content type='html'>My right hand is currently at hiatus and my left hand is doing all the work right now. Its becoming productive. I'm getting used to texting with my left hand only,eating with it.. and hopefully, I can do one hand cartwheels with it. My right hand is becoming thick because it is swollen. I can't play in arcades anymore. I can't perform stunts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write some lines of despair&lt;br /&gt;Coz all you do is never care&lt;br /&gt;When I need you, You're never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently practicing writing with my left hand. My penmanship is like a gradeschooler's penma.Eventually, I'll learn. haha. and become ambidextrous(naksz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Its hard to type&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114862335339934744?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114862335339934744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114862335339934744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114862335339934744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114862335339934744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/ambidextrous.html' title='Ambidextrous'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114856091081044057</id><published>2006-05-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:41:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayuf</title><content type='html'>Congratulations TAYLOR HICKS! :) Hahaha. I guess he won because I think he was the only one who did not became one of the bottom 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself swooning over CLAY AIKEN :) Haha. Hot Guy. With a Hot Voice.. AAAH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my ring finger bone today. I fell down and I accidentally twisted my finger bone leaving my bones into tiny fragments. My finger is embedded in a cast with wood to be able to fix the fracture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114856091081044057?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114856091081044057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114856091081044057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114856091081044057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114856091081044057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/hayuf.html' title='Hayuf'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114829610484264056</id><published>2006-05-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:19:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Lonely</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at Ever Gotesco Commonwealth right now. My mom is about to fetch me.. Finally! :) I've waited for an hour.. just for her to get HERE and fetch me. Nature os calling me and I don't want to answer her in a public place like here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jus finish watching MI3. It was so cool, confusing, and it someone left us hanging on some parts. I don't want to be a spoiler so I won't tell what it is. You just have to find it out when you watch the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114829610484264056?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114829610484264056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114829610484264056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114829610484264056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114829610484264056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/ms-lonely.html' title='Ms. Lonely'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114821838615589007</id><published>2006-05-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:33:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have NO RIGHT</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the net and I stumbled accross a blog of a friend of a friend of mine. This certain someone is someone....... I'll leave you in suspense. I don't want to evaluate on furthur information regarding THIS MATTER. I stumbled across a blog of someone and while I was reading it, I felt a sudden grudge that's within me. I know I don't have prerogative to get jealous but I just can't fight the certain emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, On a situation when your desperately longing to be with this certain someone and that person seems reluctant to, at least, soothe your satisfaction. While on the other hand, the certain someone that you desperately long for would not hesitate to come along and grapple the opportunity with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How patheticly dramatic :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading the newspaper I while ago, I saw an interview of Elliott Yamin. He is such a great and inspirational guy. I swoon the moment I hear him sing, and see him connects with audience like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched CRASH the other day and it opened my eyes to different kinds of racial discrimination in the present time. It's a very provocative film.I just can't seem to find the reason why SOME people are so skeptical and keep on stereotyping. Like the case between the Black and White Americans,some people think of Arabs as terrorists, and all those types of racisms, It just seems so unfair. Each and everyone of us is unique but we are also equal at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God, and I hope someday that racial discrimination will cease in this mourning universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114821838615589007?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114821838615589007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114821838615589007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114821838615589007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114821838615589007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-no-right.html' title='I have NO RIGHT'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114803447681384809</id><published>2006-05-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:27:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastwood | Elliott Yamin :(</title><content type='html'>I had a gimmick with two of my friends named Ariane and Trixie. I texted them if they could go with me because I was friggin bored. So my mom and I fetched them from their review classes. While we were in the car, we were discussing what we are going to take up for college. Trixie and I thought of taking up Psychology. We were amazed by how psychologists work. Like for instance they would hold up a picture, show it to the patient and ask the patient what he or she sees on the drawing. We would like to examine people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we told each other that we were looking forward to watching Da Vinci Code;Nevertheless, only 18 years and older are allowed to watch the movie. We even had the same ideas to pretend to be 18 to be able to watch Da Vinci Code. It came to our awareness though that we might get ourselves into trouble. BIG trouble. So we ended up watching Poseidon instead. We had no choice, because that's the only movie we were allowed to watch. The rest of the movies were Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, before watching the movie, we planned of going to the arcade. We won lots of tickets and we even had a slot on that karaoke machine. As we were singing simultaneously we notce that our scores were descending. From 83 I think, to 75, to 63. Man. We would like to smash the karaoke machine. Haha. The air hockey had 3 chips, so we got tired of striking. Especially me, against 2 people. But I still won against them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected Poseidon to be great and entertaining. At first I thought it would be like the other movies were people sleep in the middle of it. It was breath-taking and kinda realistic. There was a scene wherein people were drowning and I felt as if I can barely breathe and I was drowning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to play some games in the arcade. We also had our sticker photos taken. We filled up the photos with so many stamps, such as hearts, dogs, skull, stars and so much more. We wrote our names on the photos as well. We kept on erasing because we kept on screwing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got home, we bought ourselves some treats from McDonalds. I was having a hard time on drinking my coke on the way home because I forgot to get myself a straw. I was trying to drink from the opening of the straw then, I ripped the cup of coke and it spilled on me. Good thing we have tissues to cover the opening. I also noticed that liquid molecules collides rapidly with molecules of papers. (nyaaak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also talked about ridiculous things to happen such us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all of that coke spills in the car, we would drown ourselves, like the one we watched in the movie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if a bottle of a refreshment can drown people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and as soon as I got home, I turned on the television right away. While I was surfing through the channels, I suddenly saw that American Idol was still on on ABC 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Yamin is officially gone. It really upsets me to know, that his officially gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELLIOTT YAMIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Voice, Good Man, Hot Guy, I'm desperately longing for that moment to meet HIM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, as I have said before, I love the final 4. So, whoever gets voted out, it hurts me to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wins, I'd be happy for him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine's good.. and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor kicks butt. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114803447681384809?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114803447681384809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114803447681384809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114803447681384809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114803447681384809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/eastwood-elliott-yamin.html' title='Eastwood | Elliott Yamin :('/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114786186211717416</id><published>2006-05-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:31:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Day, But Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5mUV.mpEgOAAjdajzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=14j4uvv5a/EXP=1147947925/**http%3a//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/rent/_group_photos/jesse_l__martin8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so inlove with RENT right now. Some of my friends were yanking and ranting about RENT which I did not know a thing or two about it. Out of my curiosity, I bought myself a copy of the movie, and eventually, I fell for it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the "must see movie" of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114786186211717416?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114786186211717416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114786186211717416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114786186211717416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114786186211717416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-day-but-today.html' title='No Day, But Today'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114786139332805319</id><published>2006-05-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:23:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dose of Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>Something hilarious at the same time embarrassing happened to me today. After gymnastics class, I saw my mom outside the gym. I saw this car that looked exactly like our car. The car we were using was my uncle’s car so I don’t know the car’s plate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that the door of the car that I was opening was not the door of OUR car.&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the car, I saw this guy, who, obviously was not my mom, and was a complete stranger to me. Both of us looked shocked, and then I saw my mom calling me from afar, and that’s when I realized, I actually got on the wrong car. I apologized to the guy and we just giggled and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114786139332805319?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114786139332805319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114786139332805319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114786139332805319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114786139332805319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/daily-dose-of-embarrassment.html' title='Daily Dose of Embarrassment'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114775517829583424</id><published>2006-05-16T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:52:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying All Day Long</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends will be coming over and will be hanging out at my place. We will be partying all day long. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Fred Payawan of PBBteens Edition. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114775517829583424?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114775517829583424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114775517829583424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114775517829583424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114775517829583424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/partying-all-day-long.html' title='Partying All Day Long'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114760625428951107</id><published>2006-05-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:30:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/zn1sfl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's picture of my Mother's Day Gift for my mom. I didn't buy this from the mall, but I made it.. straight from my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of  the computer, printer and Adobe Photoshop 7.0, I was able to create my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not given her my gift yet but I hope she appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there to support me with the thing I do. Thanks for reprimanding me for my shortcomings and wrongdoings. Thanks for not letting me out on a gimmick whenever there is a rit out there. Thanks for being so strict because, in that way, I can feel that you truly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the times when I talk back against you. Sorry if I disobey you. Sorry for being selfish sometimes. Sorry if I had been a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm being such a little devil, thanks for still forgiving me and accepting me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each and everyone of you who reads this, would able to show how you love your mom. Not just every Mother's Day, but each day that passes by, before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114760625428951107?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114760625428951107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114760625428951107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114760625428951107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114760625428951107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/zn1sfl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114736098382984820</id><published>2006-05-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:23:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda &amp; American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example,'The night is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.&lt;br /&gt;Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;br /&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore his affection and creativity. I met Pablo Neruda last year. Miss Platon was the one who introduced him to us. I guess Mister Pablo was one of the reasons why I got so hooked up with literature and poetry. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE'RE DOWN TO THE FINAL 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Daughtry?(unsure of his last name) got voted off American Idol too night. Aww. I loved the man's voice. Haha. It's actually difficult to choose from the final 4 ( Elliott Yamin, Taylor Hicks, Chris Daughtry and of course, the sexy, gorgeous and talented Katharine McPhee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. I got nervous and I almost cried because the judges concluded that Jat's performance was at risk. Grrrrr. But I'm truly happy because she manage to stay. I love Katharine McPhee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is even the last girl who stayed in American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Katharine McPhee, Taylor Hicks and Elliott Yamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but I bet Elliott Yamin will win. I love Elliott as much as I love Kat and Taylor. So it really confuses me whom I'm going to vote for. (yuck! as if naman makakaboto dito sa Pinas through text! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. So what? The night IS young. Hahaha. I can actually hear raindrops that sings sweetly in my ears, with matching angry thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is throwing a furious look at me coz I still don't want to get my butt off the computer. Haha. I'm feeling drowsy right now but I ain't in the mood to sleep yet. Talk about irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114736098382984820?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114736098382984820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114736098382984820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114736098382984820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114736098382984820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/pablo-neruda-american-idol.html' title='Pablo Neruda &amp; American Idol'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114724364541348274</id><published>2006-05-10T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:47:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush List</title><content type='html'>Haha.. This post will be Tagalog for now. Hayaan niyo ako magwala at ilabas ang nilalaman ang saloobin sa wikang Tagalog sapagkat mas maihahayag ko ang nadarama ko ng mas may buhay at diwa. Nyaay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Items # 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Isang araw may nakilala ako. Siya si *****. Tapos nagkagusto siya kay ***. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Items # 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw namulat ang aking mga mata sa katotohanan na HOT pala talaga si ****. May gusto siya kay ****. Nainspire nga ako mag fold ng damit dahil kay ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item # 3:&lt;br /&gt;Galit na galit ako sa taong ito. ****** ang kanyang pangalan. Sabi niya kasi habulin daw siya. Pero narealize ko, ANG CUTE PALA NIYA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Item # 4:&lt;br /&gt;Siya si ***. Enough Said. Bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala niyo ba kung sino ang tinutukoy ko? Pwes, hulaan niyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa. Ang makakakuha magkakaroon ng isang milyong dolyar. Hahaha. (nyeh asa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114724364541348274?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114724364541348274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114724364541348274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114724364541348274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114724364541348274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/crush-list.html' title='Crush List'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114723308227748857</id><published>2006-05-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:51:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Strain</title><content type='html'>Grrness. I've been absent for 2 days due to this muscle strain that disturbs me so. I can't let pain stop me from doing something I want. I'm so demn confuse if I should stay at home and rest, or execise and still endure the pain to feel that relief. I want something to alleviate this this.. melancholic tragedy.. (yuck whaathhaphrase!) I miss training and learning new things. I guess I'll even have a harder time catching up with what's in store for me. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114723308227748857?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114723308227748857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114723308227748857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114723308227748857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114723308227748857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/muscle-strain.html' title='Muscle Strain'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114708098047026682</id><published>2006-05-08T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:37:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Missing...</title><content type='html'>Since I'm bored right now, I decided to write a special entry about the people I miss. I won't post pictures anymore. This entry can serve "The picture is worth a thousand words" regarding mny entry before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KATARUNGAN 06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the best class I ever had. I officially miss the countless joys, tears, laughters and craziness I had with this class. Even though we seem to be tackless at times, all the time rather, and even though our teachers reprimand us for our recklessness and naughtiness, I still lone our class. There are moments wherein most of us would break the rules and regulation of our school, but we still manage to handle it. Despite the difficult subjects we encounter, we manage to enjoy and learn at the same time because we love each other. Hahaha. Nyaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANA DEKA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been part of the group since first quarter. This group is compose of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxirose Enriquez -- James Yap, Singing Artist Yan :)&lt;br /&gt;Charie Kay Gonzales -- Geom Queen&lt;br /&gt;Ellanie Recalde -- Noli Girl&lt;br /&gt;Kim Mapua -- basketball Kurt&lt;br /&gt;Anne Cunanan -- Ganooon? Goodbye Class-- Mrs. Torralba.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Vianca Ramirez -- Dancing Artist toh&lt;br /&gt;Danica Perez -- Thaaaat's Me. :) Love ko English pero yoko ng Eng Campaign :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of our name actually came from Vianca's notebook because we had a hard time for making a group name. So instead we just named ourselves with a notebook's name. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I never expected that we would be close to each other. Haha. I will miss our never ending groupings, group meetings, eating sessions (weh!), pasaway sessions sa classroom, teasing moments, Vain Moments and everything we shared and these will never be forgotten. Haha. :) I love HANA DEKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seatmates ( Karen, Vianca, Jill, Jamie, Anne Cunanan, Anna Ignacio, DomBee, Kim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove my seatmates so much. I am thankful because they were patient with my mischievousness, and if sometimes I kept on asking them questions based from our lessons which I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Paolo Jung!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Vianca: Pasaway ka palang bata ka&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Chalk Girl sulat ng sulat kung saan2 toh at Geom Master toh! (all hail)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Korean Addict ka rin pala noh? :)&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Haha. Hoy.. Alam mo baa... Hahaha.. :) Galit ka na eh?!?&lt;br /&gt;Anna Ig: Oh No.. This Can't be Happening.. Hala Kala ko si Gertrude pinag uusapan natin. Hahahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Message for Anna Ig:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa lahat lahat hah. :) for my memorable birthday because,,alam mo na yun. haha. :) and then thanks for your friendly advices. tska yung binigay mo yung "letter" kay :) kasi nahihiya ako. Thanks tlaga. Tska paghelp dun sa YM issue. Hala tagal mo ng di ol miss na kita ah!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DomBee: Lets help each other hah? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Uiii, anu yung ganito, ganyan.. hahaha.. tas Tawa nalan ng tawa, Gusto mo ng almo? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E-FEET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group is my Sci Lab, Group 10 mates. Shempre kasama ka nanaman Vianca Ramirez. Karen Orijola. Kristaaaaa.. The Girl Next Door Responsible Leader. Dba??! :) Hahaha. I miss these guys. I miss our endless laughters, craziness, jamming sessions, patago tago kay Mrs Torralbs ng kababalaghan like pag pina paaral niya tau.. we play a game instead. Hahaha. Remember?.. Molecular Geometry at Sweet Corn. Hahaha. Ice Cream Making at Soap Making. Yikess. Hahaha. AWWWW. I'll miss Group 10 and the Chemistry Laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tete, Paula, Poj, Teptep, Gemmalie, Aica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my lovable frontmates, sidemates, backmates.. I have been their provider ever since then. Hahaha. Supplier ng glue at papel. Of course I won't forget those times. Hahaha. Then again, HINDING HINDI MAWAWALA ANG KABALIWAN at TEASING MOMENTS NATIN DBA? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koko -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ang ating presidenteng mahal na mahal ang wikang Tagalog. Asawa ni Ely Buendia. Mamimiss ko ang mga oras na nagagalit ka sa klase dahil para din sa kabutihan namin ito. Naks. :) Ang galing mo Koko. Aylabyu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niña - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bisi presidenteng.. SOOPER VAIN. she always has her mirror by her side. Haha. Her mirror is actually her best friend. Oh well. Ninya has been a great classmate and leader. F.I. din yan :) Yihee. I miss you. and I love you Niña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aica - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SEXYtary. Yihee. Mrs. Dino. Dioni. S** is my thing daw O. Haha. Nako. ikaw ang nagpa supervised work sa akin. JOKE lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oma - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yihee. Oma the great TREASURER. :) Laging Aktibo sa klase. Sobrang sexy treasurer. Hihihihi :) Fartner ko sa P.E. dun sa arnis. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pristine - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;PRO. Haha. Dancer yan. Super smart. GOD FEARING. AP Project. Marcos. Vain ka rin pala. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennylyn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your so nice. A great and talented artist. Great Friend Fun to be with. Sobrang Trustworthy. Thanks for being so great JEN. I love your name Remember? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarissa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FudgeLove! :) Young Animator's Club. Haha. :) MONEY.. PERA. MANNY!!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicki &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best English Speaker slash "Debator". Haha. She reminds me of Miss Platon in so many ways. riiight. Hahaha. :) Cool cool. :) Loveyouuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keishia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpoint Presentation! Haha :) Si Paxton Grammar Girl. Hihi. I love you Keish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naligaw pa ako sa granwood pagpunta sa house niyo. hihi. Investy mate. vege shake! yehboi that rocks. love you.. miss you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate from first year until third year. sleepover mate ko toh. pati investy mate. riiight. Love you Ynaaa. Assus. Miss Pacle ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball addict! :) Hahaha. Hmmmmmm.. Psaway toh PERO SWEET. yehes. :) Whatelse? Globemate at Sunmate ko toh eh. Nyahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss* awwwww! :) I love you Krista!! :) Sweet sweet mo tlga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charisse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi.. sister ni ate reg. long lost twin sister. Hehehe. :) Love you Charisse. :) Mwaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa pag invite sa Youth Camp. I've had such a great time with you guys. Thanks for UHM.. everything at kay ***. Haha. Goodluck kay LR HAH? miss na kitaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nikki Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Mother? TARA LET US STALK. Stalking is fuuun. Tara samahan kita kay Sister mo.&lt;br /&gt;Its been great knowing Nikki Tan. She's one of the craziest, creative, risk taker and sweet people that I've met. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope that she's one of my classmates next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gem Flores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess we just recently met when we were still in Second Year. I never thought that we will be THIS CLOSE. right Bevs? Haha. :) Thanks for Everything Bevs. For the craziness, for being trustworthy, for being there always.. I'm sorry for the wrong doings that I committed. Wherever you are.. I want you to know that I want to talk to you right now coz I miss you so much na. Sana mabasa mo toh. Love you So MUCH. Mwaaah :) Sang lupalop ng mundo ka ba ngaun.. ? Haha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charie Kay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks sa lahat lahat. Thank you sa mga supporta at encouragement at shempre for being ever so trustworthy. Haha. Sorry kung maraming moments na inaway kita. Lalo na sa Term Paper na yan. Haha. Hmmm. Thanks sa Puerto Galera at kay Channing Tatum. Haha. Mabuti kang tao Charie Kay, Im sorry if there are moments wherein I took your kindness for granted. I hope somehow, may nagawa naman akong mabuti for you. I love you. Honey. Baliw. Thanks for eveything. Civilization Remember? Nyaaaaaaa :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Platon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Jennie Jo Platon, I thought I would not like this teachar at first. First impression ko sa kanya?.. mataray and snob. Those adjectives are the actual opposite of Miss Platon's attitude. Grabe. . . she's one helluva teacher because of her.. talents.. and her capability to inspire many students. She has been favored by so many... people.. grabe. She is easy to reach. Haha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masayang Ka-YM, ka blog, she's always there to listen.. :) and There to reach out for you. Haha. :) It sucks that she only thought us for one year which isn't enough. AWWW. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love na love ko tlga si Miss Platon at IDOL KO TOH. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;message to future students of miss platon :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha :) Don't take her kindness for granted. :) alagaan niyo siya hah? :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Dino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agh. Thanks for making Geometry a memorabe and fun experience amidst all those oh so hard to memorize formulas, angles, postulates.. blablabla. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and aside from that.. you've been such a great disciplinarian. :) Haha. :) thanks for being a great level coordinator as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you Mrs. Dino. I love youuuuu! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;future students ni Mrs.Dino.. SUPERSTAR yan si Mrs Dino eh!! Dba? Haha. :) Kaya alagaan niyo siya hah. :) Sobrang saya nyan magturo.. :) pero dapat di lang puro joketime. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Torralba &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry has been a fun experience for us because of Mrs. Torralba's wackiness and craziness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabi nilaaa.. Haha :) Kahit papano.. we'll miss you. Haha. I'm sure useful yung super ikling time na pagtetest for our future endeavors. Haha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga times nakakatakot si mrs torralba pero marerealize mo nakakatawa pala si miss at sobrang super baet niyan at considerate. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aureada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko toh at namimiss ko toh super. haha. katulad nung kay miss platon akala ko snobbish din siya tska masungit. pero mali pala ako. anu ba yan. hahaha. sobrang bait ni miss aureada. haha. ganda ganda pa ng hair tska sweet. saya kausap nito e. naalala ko pa nga nung pasko eh dba miss? love na love ko tohng si mss aureada.. sayang isang year ang namin siya nakasama. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malayas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe so cool and astig na CL teacher toh. hahaha there are moments na panama talaga yung lesson niya. pero dahil sa striking lessons niya naapply tlga namin yung mga natututunan namin sa CL sa aming evryday life. sobrang galing pa sumayaw ni miss malayas eh. at pwity pwity. tas because of her thought provoking questions.. tlagang mas matututo ka. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Canivel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. haha. sobrang fun talaga ng mga world history ni miss canivel. sobrang bait pa nya. at daming kwento na sobrang interesting. ill miss you miss canivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aniago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait si miss aniago at makwento. tska mahaba pasensya niyan. ahihi. daming fans ni miss aniago. sorry po kung naging pasaway po ako sa class at napabayaan ko po yung pinoy pero magaling si miss aniago. mabait at magaling kumanta:) love ko si Miss aniago at sobrang determined din niya eh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ambat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. naalala ko lagi ko kinukulit si miss ambat nung first year at second year. ilang beses na rin ako pinagalitan niyan pero grabe sobrang cool pa rin niya. hahaha.. miss na miss ko na tlga si miss ambat.. sooper miss ko na toh eh.. hahaha :) basta yun. :) naalala ko pa dati lagi ko siyang binibigyan ng kung ano2ng stuff at inaaya sa gimik pero ni isang gimik di naman natuloy. awww.. anyway.. i miss miss ambat sobra! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Nancy Sabordo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang bait ni miss sabordo. hinding hindi ko malilimutan yung mga times na nilalapitan ko si miss sabordo eh. basta sobrang bait niyan. tapos hindi pa ata toh nagagalit so yun. tapos di siya pikon tska she's very determined. sayang nga di ko siya naabutan nung giving out of cards kasi na late siya. gusto ko pa naman makausap nun. oh well. :) miss ko na toh.. and ill miss mah adviser pag 4th yr na ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yan. :) hehe. gawan din kita. tska miss na rin naman kita ngaun eh. anyway. si pola.. last year ko pa toh nakilala. grabe nga siya kasi nakilala pala nya mga crush ko kahit di pa kami ganun ka close. anyway ka club ko toh. tas uhhm sa pagkakaalam ko nakilala ko siya kasi inadd nya ako sa YM. hahaha :) thanks talaga for everything kahit may mga moments na sobrang bulgar mo OK lang yun. Hahaha. love you. sayang talaga nung last day eh. Haha galing mag isip ng gift ideas nito eh :)Pola Paper Cranes.. nag work siya actually! ANG SAYA NOH?.. alagaan niyo siya hah. ilang beses ko na rin toh sinasabi sa inyo. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG BEST FRIEND NI POLA. haha. dapat diba aalis tau.. hmm thanks tlaga for being such a great and trustworthy friend. naalala ko pa nga dati pareho tau ng crush dba? hay nako. hahaha :) baliw tlga yun. anyway. thanks for your friendly advices tska uhhm.. sa walang kasawang text sa globe.. tska nga pala.. isa ka rin pala sa gumawa ng paper cranes. sobrang malupit tong si wilma pero great friend rin yan. pareho sila ni pola eh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though I'm making a testimonial for the people I've mentioned here. But anyway.. here are the people that I truly miss right now. HEHEHE. love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISS HOD! sobra. :( sobrang saya ng experience ko sa HOD. at sobrang daming ko natutunan at nakilala at naging friends. hahaha :) tska.... basta. :) I miss HOD super. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;pagod na ako.. pero hindi ibig sabihin na wala ka dito.. ay nde kita namimiss ah.. : MEJO PAGOD LANG AKO NGAUN KAYA DI KO PA MAEELABORATE LAHAT pero miss ko na tlga lahat kayong friends ko at family members. haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114708098047026682?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114708098047026682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114708098047026682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114708098047026682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114708098047026682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/officially-missing.html' title='Officially Missing...'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114698850829170767</id><published>2006-05-07T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:55:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>+++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a big factor that hinders me, or us rather, from doing something we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a big factor that hinders me from learning something new that is extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand words behind this ONE BIG WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that each and everyone of us has something to be afraid of but sometimes we must FACE those FEARS. Facing our fears is a big step to help us overcome our fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having a day-off right now. Tomorrow, I'll be off to my usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Training.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been experiencing various emotions regarding this matter.&lt;br /&gt;The bliss is there because I'm part of something which I've desperately longing for a very long time. It scares the hell out of me whenever it comes to my mind that I might not be able to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the stage of confusion right now. If this is whatI really want, well then, I must be willing to take the risk. I must be open to what's in store for me. As I have mentioned a while back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;facing my fear is something to consider to be able to overcome it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114698850829170767?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114698850829170767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114698850829170767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114698850829170767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114698850829170767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114666572258032998</id><published>2006-05-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:28:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cheesy-slash-CORNY Entry</title><content type='html'>Since most of the blogs I've read have posts about L-O-V-E, I will do my rendition as well. Base on my perspective, love is not just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but rather an emotion that is not inevitable. As you can see, or feel rather, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is ironic in the world we live in. It is actually the thing that would make us&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laugh &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;s style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/s&gt; at the same time. The first wound or hurt we get will always linger in our minds and our hearts. It is the first time we encountered this certain emotion, hence, this love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are those moments wherein we thought that we give up on love, but as time passes by, we realize that we rather choose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than to abstain from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things we ought to keep and keep in mind whenever we feel "in-love". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience, Determination, Strength. Loyalty, and Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Patience is very very very is a must when it comes to love because they say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuine love waits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determination and Strength is a need for whatever stuggles we encounter. We must learn to accept if we learn to love a person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that can't actually love us back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The world is big enough for us to search for that one person who owns the key of the door that leads to our hearts. We can't avoid the feeling of getting hurt. We must fight the feeling, move on, learn from our mistake and learn to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty and Trust should always be present in love as well. Only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;two hearts&lt;/span&gt; are needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to be binded as one. &lt;/span&gt;Trust is the ultimate contender of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Jealousy and Hostility.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations and lack of trust can set a barrier between lovers which can make the two distant from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when you think that you long for this person desperately. This are the moments when you have the incompetency to survive without this certain person. You feel obsess and eventually, this certain person feels that your grip is too tight. It's rather abstaining yourself from the his/ her to alleviate the tragic feeling of missing her, or simply sacrificing your own happiness for this certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't learn and we don't find love, it just comes our way. Reasons can't deal with love because we don't have any reasons on how we feel love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many times tears fall from our eyes, it is better, for once, LOVE, eventually, made you.. happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114666572258032998?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114666572258032998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114666572258032998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114666572258032998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114666572258032998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-cheesy-slash-corny-entry.html' title='Another Cheesy-slash-CORNY Entry'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114666292956778711</id><published>2006-05-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:28:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Mayhem</title><content type='html'>I just finished eating dinner and watching two shows at the same time. PBB and American Idol. I concentrated more on American Idol though, because, flipping through two channels makes me dizzy and American Idol airs only 2 times a week. Tonight's PBB is just the nomination night so there isn't any thrills or tasks yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, whenever I watch American Idol while eating dinner, I gain my appettite, which keeps me sane. The songs that the contestants' sing are simply astounding. The judges' comments, especially, Simon being frank keeps the entertainment going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined gymnastics training a while ago. I made a fool out of myself with some stunts but it's OK. We're not perfect beings so I'm just the typical person who will eventually learn from her mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114666292956778711?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114666292956778711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114666292956778711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114666292956778711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114666292956778711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/tv-mayhem.html' title='TV Mayhem'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114657534779053500</id><published>2006-05-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:09:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Escapade</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned a while back, Charie Kay, along with her family, and I went to Puerto Azul yesterday. The trip was tiring nevertheless its fun of course. We never got tired of collecting sea shells, collecting these little crabs and of course spotting those jelly fishes the looked like gulamans along the shoreline. We also had our vanity moments of course. Pics can be found if you &lt;a href="http://danicalubs21.multiply.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114657534779053500?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114657534779053500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114657534779053500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114657534779053500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114657534779053500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/beach-escapade.html' title='Beach Escapade'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114643247796567244</id><published>2006-05-01T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T05:27:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Finally, I will be having the "usual normal break" that everybody takes during summer, but this one is kind off.. "usual extraordinary break". why extraordinary?.. I will be heading off to the beach with Charie Kay, my school friend. NOT with my parents. At first I asked my parent to accompany me to Puerto Azul because Charie and the rest of her family will be there. They were too lazy to join with me. Charie invited me to go with her instead. I asked my parent's consent if its ok to join them. Surprisingly, Eerie and Unexpected as it may seem, but my parents actually allowed me to go with them. Yeahboi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Gotta Run. Hahaha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114643247796567244?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114643247796567244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114643247796567244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114643247796567244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114643247796567244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114636039847089942</id><published>2006-04-30T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:26:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>Have been busy from the past few days. Hahaha. Done with the review classes. Some say its just a waste of money.. well for me, it is somewhat worth it. I got to learn great new things. Like Physics and some Calculius what sh*ts. However, I can't seem to cope with it yet. Hahaha. But at least I have a "scoop" of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my "NEW FRIENDS" from the review. Awwww. I met A LOT of new people. and.. *ahem ahem*, have a new crush.. and I hope my crush for :) will alleviate my feelings for this certain person that I like so much for like 10 1/2 months. Gaaah. And it seems that our friendship is being destroyed by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a loquacious spark. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;get what i mean? Go figure. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts and head aches from the training; nevertheless its fun. Its what I want and I know it ain't easy so I must face the dirty(literally dirty) work and obligation. Hahaha. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114636039847089942?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114636039847089942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114636039847089942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114636039847089942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114636039847089942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114563106716185534</id><published>2006-04-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:51:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infesting Boredom</title><content type='html'>I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THESE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="317" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/Dscf4956.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III - &lt;s&gt;POSTE&lt;/s&gt; Katarungan :) and Miss Sabordo of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="187" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/hana-deka-image.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA DEKA. My homeroom group/ kada. ;)&lt;br /&gt;* Maxirose Enriquez, Ellanie Recalde, Charie Kay Gonzales, Kim Mapua. Anne Cunanan, Vianca Ramirez and Danica Perez ( me ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="270" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/missplatscutiezzzz.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Platon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/Dscf4992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Dino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/Dscf5001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Torralba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/missaureadaaaa.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Aureada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/Dscf5031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sabordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss OUR TEACHERS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="382" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/waluhlung.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria margarita amansec flores a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;BEVS&lt;/strong&gt;.:) My close-batchmate friend. Hihihi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/danicz/room323.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Three-Two-Three - The Chemistry Laboratory :) and Mrs. Torralba ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114563106716185534?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114563106716185534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114563106716185534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114563106716185534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114563106716185534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/infesting-boredom_21.html' title='Infesting Boredom'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114553004277452804</id><published>2006-04-20T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:47:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknownymous</title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for the past few days due to what has been going on with my so called life. OK.. Let us start with my Review Classes. Whoa. I really don't feel like I'm on a summer &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;break &lt;/span&gt;right now because I am actually studying for our entrance exams. We have Been receiving a lot of exams from the past few days. I've made new friends. I've refreshed my mind on some certain terminologies blablabla but reviewing has been a big help for me.. and for the rest of us I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I have recovered from my sickness.. which is.. hyperacidity.. whatever.. something.. that might lead to ulcer. I vomited for 2 consecutive days. Ewww. The feeling, of course, is very.. disturbing. So I decided to visit the doctor right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vast emotions have a big impact to this sickness of mine. There are certain people that I miss, and somehow, every time I eat, these emotions would bother me, hence, I can't force myself to eat properly anymore. I loose my appetite. My friends kept telling me.. that I should not be affected by that. Yes. They were right. It's just that.. I feel so da*n helpless. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah. Since, I've read this certain book, a book about.. sickness, parts of the body, LIFE..  I have been so paranoid with what life is setting for me. With what life is throwing at me. Lately, I have been feeling these eerie feelings that my life span is becoming shorter and shorter..and &lt;s&gt;Death&lt;/s&gt; is drawing near I know I should not be thinking about this but somehow, I must be prepared and be ready for what will be happening in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114553004277452804?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114553004277452804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114553004277452804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114553004277452804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114553004277452804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/unknownymous.html' title='Unknownymous'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114519619687669413</id><published>2006-04-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:03:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey :)</title><content type='html'>10 Friends You Couldn't Live Without &lt;br /&gt;1. GOD :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents are considered as one. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gem Flores&lt;br /&gt;4. Charie Kay&lt;br /&gt;5. Ellanie&lt;br /&gt;6. Vianca&lt;br /&gt;7. Maro&lt;br /&gt;8. Anne &lt;br /&gt;9. Kim Mapua&lt;br /&gt;10. Nikki Tan &lt;br /&gt;.. and all my friends! :) Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Stores you obsess over &lt;br /&gt;1. Astro Vision&lt;br /&gt;2. Toy Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;3. Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;4. Artwork&lt;br /&gt;5. 50th Avenue (Galle)&lt;br /&gt;6. Penshoppe&lt;br /&gt;7. Bench&lt;br /&gt;8. Blue Magic&lt;br /&gt;9. Candy Corner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of your Favorite Food&lt;br /&gt;1. Sinigang&lt;br /&gt;2. Candies and Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;3. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;5. Wendy's Bacon Mushroom Melt&lt;br /&gt;6. Frosty&lt;br /&gt;7. Steak Ala Pobre ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Caesar Salad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of your Favorite tv shows/channels&lt;br /&gt;1. Fairly Oddparents&lt;br /&gt;2. Danny Phantom&lt;br /&gt;3. Mad TV&lt;br /&gt;4. Myx&lt;br /&gt;5. MTV&lt;br /&gt;6. Lifestyle Network &lt;br /&gt;7. That's So Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Magazines you occasionally read&lt;br /&gt;1. Candy&lt;br /&gt;2. Meg&lt;br /&gt;3. Good Housekeeping&lt;br /&gt;4. Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;5. Voices (Ha!Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of your Favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;1. Black&lt;br /&gt;2. Brown &lt;br /&gt;3. Pink&lt;br /&gt;4. Purple&lt;br /&gt;5. Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of your Favorite bands&lt;br /&gt;1. Eraserheads &lt;br /&gt;2. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3. Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;4. The Carpenters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of your favorite sports/activities&lt;br /&gt;1. Dancing, Singing :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing&lt;br /&gt;3. Picture Taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of your favorite websites&lt;br /&gt;1. Thesis Statement ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 personality trait you look for in a guy/girl&lt;br /&gt;1. Real :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114519619687669413?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114519619687669413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114519619687669413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519619687669413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519619687669413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey.html' title='Survey :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114519551306442599</id><published>2006-04-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:51:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter's Fun. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit dissappointed for the fact that I actually missed the "Salubong". I was looking forward to watching that for the first time today, unfortunately, my folks were still asleep when I woke up at about 4. Too Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Let's look at the bright side of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to choose a restaurant that served us scrumptious lunch, and I was able to hit the jackpot at the arcade. I won 100+ tickets in one game. I didn't expect to win. I just stood there, tried out the game and whoopps, I was very lucky to shoot the ball into the jackpot hole. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get so many prizes from the redemption area of the arcade which actually made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day of enlightenment and reconcilliation. Hahaha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114519551306442599?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114519551306442599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114519551306442599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519551306442599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519551306442599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114519459148312766</id><published>2006-04-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:36:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School Huh?</title><content type='html'>Guess What? I have to wake up early again tomorrow for my review classes. So, its like having school during summer huh? =pThe schedule is quite similar to the schedule I had during school days. The only difference is that, I will be studying in a new location,I'll be meeting new bunch of people from different schools, and I would not miss lunch time at Katips' Restaurant near our review center. Yumeeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side of it is that, I wouldn't be stuck at home and be with Mr. Boredom, whipping my ass off and killing my satisfaction. The bad news is, I would have to sleep early every night, and would have to wake up early during the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this summer is going to be a hectic one. a VERY BUSY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Training ( Monday - Saturday )&lt;br /&gt;+ Driving Lessons&lt;br /&gt;+ Review Classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to me. Hahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114519459148312766?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114519459148312766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114519459148312766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519459148312766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114519459148312766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-school-huh.html' title='Summer School Huh?'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114508695430907625</id><published>2006-04-15T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:42:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Bored</title><content type='html'>I found this in &lt;a href="http://pattynonimous.blogspot.com"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. Hahaha. I got astonished by the "article" just so you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mwah" means... "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Wala lang" means..... "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Ok ka lang?" means... " ano ka hilo?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;4. "Hay nako!" means..... " seryoso ako"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Ingat ka lagi" means... "I care for you"&lt;br /&gt;6. "Musta na?" means... " sino'ng love mo?"&lt;br /&gt;7. "Secret" means..... " ikaw"&lt;br /&gt;8. "Ano'ng problema mo?" means... " hurt naman ako"&lt;br /&gt;9. "Kayo pa rin ba?" means.... "ako naman"&lt;br /&gt;10. "Chick boy ka pala eh!" means..... " ang kapal mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;11. "Grabe ha!!!" means... " selos ako"&lt;br /&gt;12. "Saan?" means..... " sama ako!"&lt;br /&gt;13. "Shit!" means... " ako na lang kasi eh!!"&lt;br /&gt;14. "Inaantok na ako" means..... "wala kang kwentang kausap"&lt;br /&gt;15. "May gagawin pa ako eh" means..... "maghanap ka ng kausap mo"&lt;br /&gt;16. "Bakit naman?" means..... "alam mo namang ikaw lang"&lt;br /&gt;17. "Nakakaaliw ka" means..... "ang cute mo"&lt;br /&gt;18. "Ewan" means..... " oo "&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ganon?" means... "kapal mo!!"&lt;br /&gt;20. "Eh kasi" means... " nahihiya ako"&lt;br /&gt;21. "Talaga lang ha?" means... "naku, bola!!"&lt;br /&gt;22. "Basta" means... "wag kang makulit"&lt;br /&gt;23. "Busy ka?" means... " kausapin mo naman ako"&lt;br /&gt;24. "Pwede ba" means... " mas cute naman ako sa kanya "&lt;br /&gt;25. "May kasabay ka?" means..... "nood tayo ng sine &amp;amp; kain sa labas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114508695430907625?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114508695430907625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114508695430907625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114508695430907625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114508695430907625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-bored.html' title='Still Bored'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114491862082422598</id><published>2006-04-13T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:57:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Here's an outlet out of my boredom. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/vdiufb.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a SOUTH PARK Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Make One? &lt;a href="http://spstudio.julia.hosting-friends.de/spstudio4.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holy Week you guys. Have you thought about your sacrifice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already did. And its going pretty well. (I think?) Kinda devasted though. Hahaha :) WEIRD. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114491862082422598?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114491862082422598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114491862082422598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114491862082422598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114491862082422598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/vdiufb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114489885155126680</id><published>2006-04-13T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:30:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANICA FOR SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com/"&gt;I am worth $1,315,130&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Click this site to know your worth. Wahahahahahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114489885155126680?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114489885155126680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114489885155126680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114489885155126680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114489885155126680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/danica-for-sale.html' title='DANICA FOR SALE'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114489777293094729</id><published>2006-04-13T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:00:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay, There's The Rub</title><content type='html'>As soon as I woke up, I grabbed the copy of Hamlet and place the VCD in the player. I realized that when I was watching the movie, it made me miss English Sessions more. awww! I love the way how Miss Platon was able to help us understand the context of the story. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't distinguish what I'm currently feeling right now. Maybe I'm just friggin bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah.. I had this strange dream (?) errr.. nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the classroom, and then Miss Galicha barged in giving us back our test papers in Media Awareness I think? Most of us failed the test and some of us got even a ZERO score. I was one of those people who got a zero mark which is pretty embarassing. Hahaha. It seemed so real. The test &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has cleft my heart in twain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, here's the strange part of it. Miss Galicha called me to recite and asked me to narrate a story of something blabla, I forgot what the question was all about. When I stood up, I can hear the screams and chants and cheers of my classmates. my KATARUNGAN classmates. Hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO DANICA. and then when I stood up.. everybodsy went "WOOHOOOOO!" and then the crowd became noisy.. Then all of the sudden, somebody threw a piece of sandwich to someone. I think it was Cha who started "the food fight" HAHAHA. Koko got so angry, and then, she told us to shut up. The other sections were tactless as well. Then, everybody from Katarungan stood up, pushed the chairs and tables, screaming and running around the classroom and didn't care how small the classroom is. Some were even throwing their books, notebooks and bags even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND TO THINK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;MISS GALICHA WAS STILL THERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I think she was frozen with a horrid look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the place turned all black all of the sudden. Then after that, All I can see was scribbles of random words and names and then I suddenly woke up feeling exhausted. Hahahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114489777293094729?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114489777293094729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114489777293094729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114489777293094729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114489777293094729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/ay-theres-rub.html' title='Ay, There&apos;s The Rub'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114485324239793960</id><published>2006-04-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:47:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Galore</title><content type='html'>Guess who's going to &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAIN WEIGHT&lt;/u&gt; this summer. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feasting on different kinds of scrumptious food lately and not being "weight concious" at all. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by McDonald's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Mac, Fries, Spaghetti and Chicken. Yummmeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And today, what did I have in my award winning menu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Bacon Mushroom Melt Combo Meal ( that includes the fries and the coke and the burger of course), Frosty from Wendy's, a bag of Candy Corner Candies, a tumbler cheese popcorn and Nachos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 220px;" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v83fnt.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v83fxi.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged some couples of VCDs too from Astro Vision too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 227px; height: 169px;" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v83i3l.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I just can't help my hand from grabbing the copy when I saw this from the store. I really miss Hamlet sessions with Miss Platon so I decided to check out its scenarios through moving pictures. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 170px;" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/v83jax.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera. I've been dying to watch this movie coz a lot of my friends say its good. Hahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114485324239793960?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114485324239793960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114485324239793960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114485324239793960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114485324239793960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-galore.html' title='Food Galore'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/v83fnt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114482230251668820</id><published>2006-04-12T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:11:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can NEVER EVER please everyone</title><content type='html'>Warning: This entry may contain words that aren't suitable for very young readers. and I apologize for all the "prOfanity" that you will be seeing while reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this line when I was watching this cartoon before I went to bed and before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perchancing to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yep! Missing Hamlet already!) Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the show was flirting with this certain guy who barely notices her, and tries to tell the guy that EVERYBODY is dying just to have her. I know, its pretty lame.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, There's this one incident that suddenly went accross my mind after I heard those certain lines. There was this.. uhm kid who sent a message of grief towards me. I have no idea who this person is because she actually used the name of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4/4/06 10:39:09 PM): feeling popu!&lt;br /&gt;(4/4/06 10:39:15 PM): feeling hottie!&lt;br /&gt;(4/4/06 10:39:28 PM): mukang tanga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"danica puta perez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the scrutiny on my face while I was reading those &lt;s&gt;trashy statements.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not replying not because I was scared, I WAS NOT SCARED AT ALL. In fact, I would definitely want to &lt;s&gt;fight back&lt;/s&gt;.. but fighting back would actually make things worst.Right now, a friend of mine, who used to be my seatmate, is helping me to patch things up with this kid, and so far, I guess things are getting better, but not yet at its best. Hopefully, maging OK na ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eto lang ang masasabi ko for now, kung may nagawa man akong masama sayo.. or kung talagang feeling ako.. gusto ko ng mag sorry.. at ikaw.. matagal na kitang napatawad. Sana maging OK na ang lahat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114482230251668820?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114482230251668820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114482230251668820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114482230251668820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114482230251668820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-can-never-ever-please-everyone_12.html' title='you can NEVER EVER please everyone'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114474695572243969</id><published>2006-04-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:04:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby you can DRIVE my car</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was in a middle of a nightmare when all of the sudden I felt a sudden gesture on my back. I thought it was the beach monster that was capturing me because he and his companions wouldn’t want me to swim in the deep blue sea. Some of my friends and I were in this resort whatever beach in where there were monsters who were guarding this beach whatever in my dream. It was actually my mom who was trying to wake me up. It was 8 in the morning and my body is telling me to go back to sleep once more. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I slept at about 1 am because I watched Power Rangers on Cartoon Network. I was texting some people too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sleeping and watching TV are actually my therapies for my insomniac-ness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My mom woke me up early because my dad brought me to LTO whatever to be able to get my student’s driver’s permit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The experience was actually infuriating at first because the parking lot was full so my dad had to park someplace else. We had to walk all the way from afar to LTO under the raging and intense heat of the sun. It felt as if we were being cooked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When we got there, I got to sign forms, have my picture taken and I had to wait for a very long time for my permit to be finished. When I got my permit, I expressed my gratitude towards my dad. :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Despite his hectic schedules and work, he managed to accompany me to get what I have been dreaming of. Hahaha. :) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am now capable of being a driver of my own self&lt;/span&gt;.. well.. almost. :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am looking forward to that moment in where I would actually be the one to turn on and start the engine and to hold the steering rod.. I mean steering wheel and turn turn turn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. I am looking forward to my driving lessons next week I think? :) My dad is already teaching me on how to check if the gas is full, or I need to refill the gas already, or if the car will overheat whatever. Hahaha. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I’m actually scared and excited at the same time. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Excited because of the fact that I will learn to drive my own car and scared because of the risk that might come my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114474695572243969?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114474695572243969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114474695572243969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114474695572243969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114474695572243969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-you-can-drive-my-car.html' title='baby you can DRIVE my car'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114465072214736109</id><published>2006-04-10T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:32:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Maro</title><content type='html'>Can't think of anything to write right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to watch The Prince and Me 2 when all of the sudden, while a was watching the film I noticed something eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE WAS MUTE. Meaning, it doesn't have sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up watching Brokeback Mountain instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. The movie was quite sad though. I never expected that I would actually cry. Hahahaha. weird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I have a new layout. Hahaha weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114465072214736109?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114465072214736109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114465072214736109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114465072214736109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114465072214736109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-maro.html' title='Happy Birthday Maro'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114454801665021068</id><published>2006-04-09T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:19:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Bummer</title><content type='html'>I have not updated for quite sometime already. So anyway, I am here once again to elaborate you with some of the things I did that made my summer.. let us say, a bit wholesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Week, we had our rehearsals for our dance recital that was held last Friday. I met new people and gained new friends and I am sure that I am going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Global Crossovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our recital was a big success I guess, even though the people I invited were not able to watch. Dancing is REALLY my passion. Dancing keeps me busy and helps me forget the "stuvs" that disturb me. Its just like a drug. You get addicted to it and helps you forget the problems occurring around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Charie, Anne, Tricia, her sister, her neighbor and her ate and I went to SM Fairview. We commuted all the way. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes! Commuting is one big step to adulthood and independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha!! :) We watched a movie entittled SHE'S THE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is actually good. I did not have any idea what the movie was all about but when I got to see it, I actually liked it. The guy there, Channing Tatum (Hahaha. his name sounds like a girl's name) is a real hot guy. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST distruct myself and keep myself busy this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came across my mind that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boredom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has a big impact on my emotional state.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Mood Swings&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; challenge me whenever I get bored. Maybe Im just overexposed to the outside world. Hence, I must get used to being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my decision on what to sacrifice this lenten season. I must abstain myself from *toot*. I talk to that person like almost everyday.. because.. I simply miss that person. I hope sometimes when *toot* gives me the silent treatment, it does not mean that... *toot* is actually... irritated. I like it better when people are straight to the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114454801665021068?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114454801665021068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114454801665021068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114454801665021068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114454801665021068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-bummer.html' title='Summer Bummer'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114410719837310483</id><published>2006-04-04T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:33:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World Revolves around Confusion and Paranoia</title><content type='html'>Once again, its me.. typing my heart out with all the mishaps that have been going on with my so called "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wounded myself physically and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the emphasis on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; side??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually for the fact that the emotional side &lt;s&gt;HURTS MORE&lt;/s&gt; than the physical side. The emotional side requires a long period of time for the wound to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happened "YESTERDAY" anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... Let's start with my Monday morning. My morning was just fine until I finally decided to agree upon "something wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have done it in the first place. Little did I know, that SHE was actually there. I was referring to "someone" to who, for me, is an antagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbing as it may seem but that is what I feel towards her. It's not because I'm jealous or anything. Alright. Let me admit it. Straight to the point. &lt;s&gt;I AM ACTUALLY JEALOUS&lt;/s&gt; seeing her very close to *toot*. I'm jealous because she does not feel anxious whenever this certain person around. I'm not really mad at her, I am actually mad........ at me. I loathe myself for being such a coward. Oh Gee, Why does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident happened during the evening. I think I'm actually... "liking" this certain someone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And at the peak of my admiration towards that person it seems as if.. were parting ways. Everytime I try to talk to this person, that person seems always busy. Well, that person is not actually busy.... but.... I guess that person consumes the time with some other friends. Which leaves.. me.. again.. nothing.. but... still.. envious... and miserable.. and paranoid. AND WHATEVER. Hahaha.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't explain what I truly feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just missing this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me insane whenever I miss certain people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I even tell THESE PEOPLE that I actually miss them, I like having them around and so on and so fourth.. but sometimes, its as if, for them.... its just.. plain.. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact, that they actually needed a little more space............. but something inside me hinders myself........ for giving them..... S-P-A-C-E&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just used to having them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugh. Once again, I loathe myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114410719837310483?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114410719837310483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114410719837310483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114410719837310483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114410719837310483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-world-revolves-around-confusion-and.html' title='My World Revolves around Confusion and Paranoia'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114387424295671637</id><published>2006-04-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:23:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>[  mood  |   frustrated  ]&lt;br /&gt;[  music  |  If you leave me now  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to leave this blog unupdated so here I am once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to elaborate this certain someone, whom I've been talking about from the past few months. Should I use the name Joe, to make it easier for me to type. (Joe is just a screenname ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I had parted ways in an unexpected way. I waited in vain, and even missed an event that I was looking forward to just to have some quality time with Joe. Joe had so many "fans" that is why I've waited for soooo looong to express how extremely thankful I am for touching my life. Not just my life but the lives of loads as well. As I have mentioned in her oh so expressive and so cheesy letters, her ethereal exquisiteness and impeccably meek personality would never be forgotten by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when she finally came to my life made me realize that this might be the start of a so called "innovative life". As days pass by, I started to realized that from time to time, she is the person who actually helped me "recover" from a traumatic express from my horrid past. And as time passes by, little by little, I finally learned how to appreciate and love her as well. I never really like her at first. I thought she'd make things hard for me but she proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt various emotions because of Joe. There were times where in I feel utterly inspired because of her. Whenever I stare at the vacuous space ahead of me then her face or her name suddenly barge in my mind, I suddenly smile making a fool out of me. I just can't help but feel the bliss whenever I think about her. I know that there are moments where in I would simply be happy because of her. Ironic as it may seem but oftentimes, I loose my sanity because of her. There are times where in I would feel the grudges as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where the river flows from my luminous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the times, when I feel paranoid because at the back of my mind are worthless rants that keep on telling that she is becoming distant from me. There are also times where I envy my friends who simply converse with her. How pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times, where in I would miss her, and I would asked myself, "WHERE IS SHE? and then, I would talk endlessly and tell myself, "I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY TO HER.. blabla" and when that actual moment where in she is ACTUALLY THERE.. It seems as if... the world is becoming frozen, my mind starts to turn blank all of the sudden and I will end up not having a fruitful conversation with her. Its as if there's something that controls me and hinders me from letting me do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love her despite those random feelings that I feel. Despite the tears and insanity... she still reigns in the depths of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for several weeks whenever I think of the moment that we would actually part ways. I really just can't help and accept the fact of becoming distant from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I realize that sometimes we need to learn to let go and sacrifice that something or someone... that gives us countless smiles, and tears as well. Despite that, we actually learn and grow from the experience. I know it will be hard for us to move on but eventually, TIME would heel the wounds and would actually teach us to STAND UP WITH OUR OWN FEET. These are the experiences that help us to become stronger in the near future when it comes to our future endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever regret and forget those countless joys and tears we have shared. I will never forget her smile that can actually brighten ones day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself lucky to have JOE in my life.. and serving as an instrument of GOD's love for all of us. No wonder why.... a lot of people LOVE you so much. Your arousing compassion that truly reigns in you was indeed a great factor of your success and taught us how to love you to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114387424295671637?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114387424295671637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114387424295671637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114387424295671637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114387424295671637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/truly-bittersweet.html' title='Truly Bittersweet'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114381612252458048</id><published>2006-03-31T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:02:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>I have not updated for quite some time because I had been very busy bee since this week is our exam week. I felt the entire bliss when I realized that I actually passed the auditions even though I auditioned for the sake of "enjoyment". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're done with our examinations. I saw my tests in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Geometry&lt;/span&gt;. I passed but I was still not satisfied with my scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt; test was a pain in the butt. Hahaha. I have this feeling that I actually failed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; is actually the last day of our school. I am feeling happy and depressed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling depress because the school will surely be missed. I will miss the mentors I had who wont teach us in fourth year anymore. I am going to miss my friends, I am going to miss Katarungan. I will miss CHEMISTRY, GEOMETRY, and SURPRISINGLY, the subject that I dread remembering that we actually had that subject... TRIGONOMETRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crisostomo Ibarra &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Padre Damaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Hamlet, his soliloquy, and HAMLET SESSIONS with Miss Platon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Miss Platon, because of her astounding personality and her arousing compassion that reigns in her, she gained a lot of "fans". Haha. Her class even gave her a WE LOVE YOU GOODBYE PARTY whatever you call it. She will surely be missed by ME of course and by a lot of other students as well. I will miss Miss Platon. It is not enough that she taught our batch for just a year. She is one of the coolest, adorable, effective, and of course BEAUTIFUL teachers that I have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our cam &lt;/span&gt;a while ago, which is the reason WHY my mom got soooo angry and had reprimanded me a while ago. Im glad she is NOT mad anymore for I already apologized to her. Wheeww. Saying sorry is such a powerful action. Hahaha!! =p I dont want to argue about it anymore, so to fix what has to be fixed, I immediately apologized to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had a gimmick at Galleria and we also watched Nanny McPhee. The story is impeccable and interesting. It is a must see movie, especially for kids. Particularly NAUGHTY KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mwahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tremendous moment with my friends.. We need to feed ourselves with fun right now. Afterall those stressful and truckloads of works we had gone through, we deserve to take a break. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vacation Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114381612252458048?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114381612252458048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114381612252458048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114381612252458048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114381612252458048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114320754544756924</id><published>2006-03-24T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:39:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not HER fault</title><content type='html'>We just finished the story of Hamlet a while ago. A lot of people missed the fun part due to their procrastination or lack of sleep I guess. I find the story amusing. Mr. William Shakespeare has the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;way with words. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;His ingenuity would make the readers "keep on going" until the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Miss Platon got very upset a while ago because a lot of people procrastinated for the term paper. A lot of my batchmates went half day a while ago maybe because they finished their term paper or they simply lacked rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so appalled to hear that most of the students blamed Miss Platon. Their reason was, Miss Platon did not give us enough time to finish it. I mean, she is not to be blamed. She gave us enough time tomake our notes on the index card. So by the time she gave us the outline, we should have already started with THE NOTE TAKING. By the time she gave us the outline, it is the time for us to just simple rewrite and type the information we have gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt Miss Platon's grief when she explained to me how the students reacted with the "term paper incident" and I also felt bad for her. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114320754544756924?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114320754544756924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114320754544756924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114320754544756924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114320754544756924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-her-fault.html' title='Not HER fault'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114311190098060846</id><published>2006-03-23T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:05:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GodBodykins MEHN! Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 5px; FONT: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="FONT: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220033"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #110022"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #440011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #550011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #660011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #770011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #880011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #990011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I really that... bad????! :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thank Heavens Im done with my TERM PAPER. We also received our "souvernirs" for the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we go to paradise once more. Nevertheless, it makes me sad though for I will miss my "schoolmates" though, especially my third year classmates which is III POSTE! Hahaha. According to.. that UGH! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss my teachers especially those who wont be teaching our batch anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114311190098060846?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114311190098060846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114311190098060846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114311190098060846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114311190098060846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/godbodykins-mehn-hahaha.html' title='GodBodykins MEHN! Hahaha'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114286884471400715</id><published>2006-03-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:34:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRD YEAR</title><content type='html'>This paraphrasing whatever, is driving me nuts. It is for our term paper just so you know. I will be spending the whole night paraphrasing and researching for the term paper. Wah. It ruins not only my brain and my beauty( haha! ) as well. This is not even the only projects or other school stuff we have. I still have to memorize the formula for Geom, finish the index cards, read Hamlat and Noli Me Tangere… and……. Urgh. I don’t want to elaborate them here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to go before the school year ends. A part of me feels the excitement and the bliss for I won’t be experiencing exasperation with my school works anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of me makes me feel depress for I am going to miss my friends, I’m going to miss Katarungan and of course the teachers who won’t be handling us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Dino is one of them. Mrs. Dino is a very cool teach for she knows how to ride on with us. I’m going to miss that SUPERSTAR! I’m going to miss that drama queen Mrs. Torralba. Hehehe! I’m going to miss that crazy but sweet teach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jennifer Jo Platon will surely be missed by me. I am not sure if she will still stay at school. Even though she will be still staying in SHS, its not going to be the same for I will miss the moments where in she would be in front of our classroom discussing verbs, literature, poetry and of course, HAMLET. HAHAHA :) She was one of the teachers na “kakulitan” ko.. and I love her because of her endearing patience :( AWWW. Ah bsta! I learned SO much from her. I learned to be careful and critical because of Miss Platon. HAHAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malayas and Miss Canivel will not be our teachers anymore. They were great mentors as well. You will never fall asleep when they are the ones discussing in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Year Life will surely be missed. Despite the facts that I receive line of sevens in the giving out of report cards, and those sleepless nights to be able to finish our projects, THE STRESS THAT THE JUNIOR LIFE BRINGS US….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed my whole life and helped me become a more mature person. It widened my intellectual capacity. I learned a lot from different experiences. I had moved on with my horrid past. I met these certain people who I never thought, that would help me change for the better. My wacky crazy but sweet and supportive classmates bring me joy whenever I see them and make fools out of themselves. Nyahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114286884471400715?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114286884471400715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114286884471400715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114286884471400715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114286884471400715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/third-year.html' title='THIRD YEAR'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114259522484183833</id><published>2006-03-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:33:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Craze</title><content type='html'>I started auditioning in 2 of our performing arts club in school. I tried out in the Pep Squad and Aglaia Dance Club. Both of them are clubs that involve my passion which is dancing. Hahaha. Dance is actually one of My hobbies that serve as a stress reliever. Hehe. It is like a drug because you get addicted to it and once you get addicted to it, the problems in you would simply go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks to go before the summer craze that everybody has been looking forward to. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning of joining Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition, however, I remembered that I have to review for my college application. I want to join actually, not because of fame. but simply because I want to have fun. Hahaha. I would like to know the feeling of being stuck at home with different kinds of people WITHOUT computers, cellphone and television sets. I would like to sacrifice for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I guess that education is more important than personal satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114259522484183833?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114259522484183833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114259522484183833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114259522484183833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114259522484183833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/dance-craze.html' title='Dance Craze'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114225662288904736</id><published>2006-03-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:30:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so YOU know</title><content type='html'>My senseless rants and childish tantrums were just plain futal. I was in a bad state a while ago for the fact that I thought my mom would reprimand me for being late TEN TIMES and for having my supervised work. Fortunately, she just aksed for the papers she would be signing and she did not raise a tone on me which is actually a "relief" for my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a BAD news though. I had a fight with someone due to the incompetancy of controlling my extreme emotions. I know it is my bad, my fault that the person got mad at me but sometimes, we cant avoid the circumstance of releasing it to someone who is not even involve in your "bad" situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself anymore because the tension and pressure is there already. The thoughts in your mind would bother and keep on telling you how your mom would react to such kind of mischievous behaviour you have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shall just take this consequence as one of life's "uplifting" challenges and learn from it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114225662288904736?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114225662288904736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114225662288904736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114225662288904736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114225662288904736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so YOU know'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114203366137346192</id><published>2006-03-11T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:13:38.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Mode</title><content type='html'>Here's another poem I made a while ago. : An outlet frommy boredom I guess. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not thought of the title yet but here is it anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those precious memories that linger my mind&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to just leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell from my luminous eyes&lt;br /&gt;For those which I kept were ought to be lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im drowning in tears&lt;br /&gt;Im trapped with my fears&lt;br /&gt;This ecstasy has driven away&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes my fulfilling day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply mutter, I must move on&lt;br /&gt;How can I? If you are now gone?&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of my soul, and the roots of my veins&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that simply reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mourning of mine would never cease&lt;br /&gt;Until that very moment, that you give me my please&lt;br /&gt;I now stare at the vacuous space ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting desperately to see, once again your ethereal beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114203366137346192?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114203366137346192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114203366137346192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114203366137346192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114203366137346192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/poetry-mode.html' title='Poetry Mode'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114182823556481304</id><published>2006-03-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:30:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blablabla</title><content type='html'>So many days have passed since I decided to write an entry here once again. School schedule has been very hectic recently. We have so many projects to accomplish and so many deadlines to meet. I promised myself thatI would not cram anymore, theres a problem though, there is this unidentified thing that hinders me from avoiding the habit you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is probably because of what is happening to me recently. I have learned so many things fromthe past few days of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things ALWAYS happens for a reason. Probably one of the reasons why I am experiencing "hard- life situation right now and the reason why I can't seem to find the right path to road I'm passing is because, perhaps, I seldom communicate with God through prayer. the arguement I had with my dad,  that certain gesture thatsignifies something which is not "right" and the times where in I can't concentrate with schoolworks are the factors that became opened my eyes. It is my "AWAKENING MOMENT". God is calling me and reminding me that I am becoming distant from him once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this day would turn out right. I guess I when I realized I woke at the wrong side of the bed this morning. I thought this nightmare would not haunt me down anymore, but it still clings on me, not just in my mind, but also,in my heart, and in my soul as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you exactly what these are because I rather keep things in private. Oh! What has gotten into me this past few days? Is this because of STRESS? TOO MUCH WORK? TOO MUCH SCHOOL WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah. I must avoid these circumstances. I must avoid PARANOID-ism. OHMYF**KINGGOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting interested in Noli Me Tangere nowadays. I even remember Miss Aniago telling us, that the anxieties and worries that are bottled up inside us are the ones that make our body sick,physically and literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about my worries makes me worry more because of what might happen to me. Waaah. What would cause my sickness? Will I die at an early age? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF DEATH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, before I cry myself to sleep, I imagined what would.. uhh life(?) be like when we DIE. That question really intrigues me right now. The only way on how I can solve the puzzle of this mystery is TO DIE of course, but I guess, Im not yet ready. I wonder how those dead souls feel lurking around the globe, doing there unfinish business, flying and floating and even passing through SOLID OBJECTS. Those objects whose molecules are COMPACT. Hahaha. (AM I TALKING SCIENCE HERE?) Oh COMMON. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this useless entry for my mind right now, is experiencing technical difficulties. My nervous system is breaking down, My eyes are swollen and my knees are shaking baby. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that probably change my life from the pastfew days are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Entrep Practimcum, selling, selling, AND YES.. earning MONEY of course. (TALK ABOUT MATERIALISM) TSSSS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREER AWARENESS TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it confused me more. Charie Kay and I even made a list of blurry future. YES. my BLURRY future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching JUST LIKE HEAVEN and MEMOIRS of GEISHA.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to watching BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for my belief. Yeah. The one my dad and I had argued about a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to throw away my broken mirror for it brings bad luck, according to the Chinese. He got mad at me for telling him that I ain't Chinese and I dont believe in those kinds of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANNA BELIEVE IN THOSE KINDS OF STUFF. It is REALLY STUPID. Well, Im not saying that Chinese are stupid, but the fact that BELIEVING to those kinds of superstition seems pointless to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I broke my mirror once, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID I EXPERIENCE MY SEVEN YEARS OF BAD LUCK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i did, I would not probably be alive right now. I would not probably be studying in a school with good education. I would not have good friends who are always there. I would not have overprotective but caring parents who knows what is good and right for me. I never would have met.. that certain someone that TOUCHED my life, and changed my life, who inspired me not only with the works that that person is giving us, but also, in dealing with life, being an instrument and inspiration to others as well and being the GOOD PERSON that God wants us to be. Hahahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing the thoughts I have in mind, makes me feel betttaaah. I guess blurting out my feelings to others is another therapy for me to be cool, calm and to bring my mind back where it actually belongs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUWAAT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114182823556481304?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114182823556481304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114182823556481304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114182823556481304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114182823556481304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/blablabla.html' title='Blablabla'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114130930099649622</id><published>2006-03-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:21:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>I was absent in school a while ago. (I guess I missed A WHOLE LOT today.) I was absent because... uhm, lets just keep this a secret... I was just&lt;s&gt;too lazy&lt;/s&gt; to go to school. Hahaha. Nah, Im just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had technical difficulties with my digestive system last night. It was probably because I did not abstain myself from the dredulous temptation of *** absolute goodness. (NGEE). It serves as an ultimate punishment for me. Nyahahahaha. Goodness. I'm feeling much better now, although, I can still feel a little&lt;strong&gt; "grumbling"&lt;/strong&gt; in my stomach. Haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114130930099649622?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114130930099649622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114130930099649622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114130930099649622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114130930099649622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/absent.html' title='Absent'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114104603708726674</id><published>2006-02-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:13:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about me now :)</title><content type='html'>Snagged this from Mara, Kar and Therese's blogs. :) Please answer this FOR ME WILL YOU? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I:&lt;br /&gt;» I committed suicide:&lt;br /&gt;» I lived next door to you:&lt;br /&gt;» I started smoking:&lt;br /&gt;» I stole something:&lt;br /&gt;» I was hospitalized:&lt;br /&gt;» I ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;» I got into a fight and you weren't there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;» Personality:&lt;br /&gt;» Art:&lt;br /&gt;» Comments:&lt;br /&gt;» Character Designs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT US:&lt;br /&gt;» Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;» Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;» When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;» How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;» What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;» What's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;» How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;» Have I ever hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;» Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;» Are we close?&lt;br /&gt;» Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;» Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;» On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?&lt;br /&gt;» Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;» Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;» How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;» Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;» What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;» Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;» What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;» Do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;» What about me makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;» What about me makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;» What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;» What's something you would change about me?&lt;br /&gt;» How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;» Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;» Do you think I would kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;» Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Tell me who you are, okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114104603708726674?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114104603708726674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114104603708726674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114104603708726674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114104603708726674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-all-about-me-now.html' title='its all about me now :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114102026133875914</id><published>2006-02-27T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:04:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>I changed my mind. I felt so lazy to watch GALS beofre but I changed my mind. I decided to watch GALS so thatI would be able to support our school. (yehes! PATRONISM.. ng school itech! Hahaha) I was so amazed when I entered La Salle because it was my FIRST TIME to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the gym, I saw the SHS BOOSTERS and PEP SQUAD right away. They were the first ones who performed. GRRR. Some people were REALLY DISRESPECTFUL. They were bashing the routines of the PEP and the BOOSTERS of our school. Little did they know that the people  that were in front of them were SHSians. The mom of Gem got irritated so she started reprimanding them. SERVES THEM RIGHT ANYWAY. Lucky for them, WE WERE NOT BASHING THEIR SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AC routines were so BREATH TAKING though. Their routines were so impeccable like OURS. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;They were our "competetors" Mwahaha. There lifts were so high BECAUSE THEY HAVE GUY LIFTERS and, unfortunately, we DONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost by.33% points. can you believe that? :)&lt;br /&gt;Most of us felt happy and disappointed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SANA NGA NAG TIE NALANG EH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school never won first place yet, but that doesn't stop us from BELEIVING, HOPING and COMPETING. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time. :) We were like tourists nga eh. Hahaha. :) Ginawa naming "tourist spot" yung La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the MADNESS and CRAZINESS that occurs in our country, WE DONT HAVE CLASSES AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for us students but NOT for FILIPINOS. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS DIARIES 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayang tlga!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Nicholas/ CHRIS PINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS.. SO.. HOT. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114102026133875914?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114102026133875914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114102026133875914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114102026133875914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114102026133875914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114082701145047432</id><published>2006-02-25T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:23:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rant # 19 :)</title><content type='html'>Our contry is being so chaotic nowadays. I think those people who rallied down the streets that cause chaos and riots are just citizens who craves for attention. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So, our Home Reading Report was supposed to be passed yesterday. It just so happens that classes were suspended. I felt the feelings of mixed emotions within me. Why? I (Well, most of us) had sleepless nights spending our time thinking a perfect story,characters,plots and theme for the HRR. We finished the HRR the night( or should I say the morning ) before we meet the deadline. The bad news is, our hard work did not pay off right because, we were not yet aware that there are more time setteled for us to polish that HRR. The good news is, like what I have said before. WE STILL HAVE THE TIME. Wheeww. I was able to edit my HRR yesterday. The good side of the "NO CLASSES" is that I can still edit my work. The range of the sentence limitation that was given to us is 15-20 sentences. I was too lazy to count my story. As soon as a thought pops in my mind, I type it right away. Little did I know, I ended up having more than 20 sentences. More than 30 even. So I spent the entire morning editing my HRR and fortunately, it was successful I guess. My work has myriads of semi colons due to the sentence limitations. I dont want to get deductions just because I did not follow the rule regarding sentence limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought "hey, Miss Platon is just too lazy to check our works.. checking papers make us dizzy you know. IOf we are too lazy to check one paper, how much more if Miss Platon checks more than hundreds of Formal Themes/Comexes and HRRs; THAT'S THE REASONWHY SHE GIVES US SENTENCE LIMITATIONS" :p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with her and I told her what I had in mind.She told me that it is a challenge for us and it also serves as training for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.Wow. =p Miss Platon can really enhance our minds when it comes to writing stuffs or whatsoever. Hahahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday(err night?), I could not sleep because I was too excited to fetch my mom at the airport. It just so happens that I did not hear the alarm. My dad did not wake me up,probably because he was too excited to fetch and see my mom. Wahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see my mom once again. Wahaha. I missed her so much. She was gone for like a month. whoa. :) I'm not used to her being gone for such a long period of time. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she missed me too because she often sends me emails and text messages when she was still in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;I know she missed me too because she bought a lot of things for me. MWAHAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad she got home safely and she still OK. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114082701145047432?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114082701145047432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114082701145047432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114082701145047432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114082701145047432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/daily-rant-19.html' title='Daily Rant # 19 :)'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114070253506954850</id><published>2006-02-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:52:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Compositions</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my compositons from the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem I would like to share entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is NOTHING. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it as an "outlet" due to "insomiacacism" (yucks. another invented word for my danictionary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE IS NOBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night she cries to sleep&lt;br /&gt;On her pillows she always weep&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of him every night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he is there at her sight&lt;br /&gt;She has a picture of him in her mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why did he leave her behind&lt;br /&gt;She has a hard time moving on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why? What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Her mind is puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;Her mind is boggled&lt;br /&gt;To the questions left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, she always felt bothered.&lt;br /&gt;She thought his love for her was not a lie&lt;br /&gt;But she was fooled. She can’t help but cry&lt;br /&gt;She gave him what he wanted&lt;br /&gt;He took her for granted&lt;br /&gt;She wept for sorrow for him to stay&lt;br /&gt;He left her unwanted and just walked away&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes, she is always visible&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes, she is just invisible&lt;br /&gt;For him, she is just nobody&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody, coz that girl is me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is a short story that I composed for my Home Reading Report in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEGGIE RIDDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be Ryan Amador before until, I reincarnated in the stuffed animal, which is known to be the Teddy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died 50 years ago. Before my time ended, I was the SOCIETYS OUTCAST. I had been alienated from society because the capacity of my knowledge was remarkably high. I was a philosopher way back then. People often misjudged me and think of me as an insane mythical creature that only seeks and craves for attention. I died in a cabin with no one beside me. I do not even know who my relatives are. My mom died when I was six and I never met my father. I used to believe that the world has turned its back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years, I reincarnated in this stuffed animal that seems to be so ragged and harassed. One of its arms was falling off and one of its eyes was popping out. I reckon that this is my so-called &lt;em&gt;afterlife&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I woke up and I arose again, I saw myself with piles of dolls in a rack. I reincarnated in a store called THE DONATED GOODS. Mrs. Pattinson was the lady who brought me for her daughter Kiara who was desperately in need of a toy. When this spoiled brat saw me, she looked at me as if she has seen a ghost.Instead of showing her appreciation towards her mom, she bragged, threw a tantrum and threw me away. People who saw me in the middle of nowhere just kept ignoring me for I am hideous looking and dirty. Life was not different when I was still a human being and being a stuffed animal. Children never cared for me for I was not the usual stuffed animal who is cute, cuddly and huggable. I looked more of a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When midnight strikes, I am not an inanimate object anymore. Every midnight when the whole world is sleeping, I use my power to vow revenge to the people around me. I roam around the streets, I secretly sneak in into someones house, I go to his/her/their kitchen and I get a sharp knife. I skin people to death and I even cut their body parts off, just like what they did to my heart and soul when I was human. No one knows who is going to be blamed behind the scene of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a fool killing people, but honestly, I get a good laugh over it. I know I am a sadist but that is what I think that the people deserved, until, this certain kid named Pauline reached out to me. I saw her crying and I decided to stop by in front of her. She found me lying on the street and she picked me up. She sewed my broken arm and replaced my eye. She hugs and tells me stories before she goes to bed. She even taught me how to communicate with God through prayer. She even gave me a name, Teddy Riggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I realized, that somebody loves me and somebody cares. That is when the curse of Teddy Riggie had ended. He ceased on murdering people’s lives for he realized that each and everyone has the chance to care and to be cared for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114070253506954850?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114070253506954850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114070253506954850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114070253506954850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114070253506954850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-recent-compositions.html' title='My Recent Compositions'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-114051870881594898</id><published>2006-02-21T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:04:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LAST SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Report Cards were given by our advisers. We saw our Third Quarter Grades. My grades were OK but still, I felt unsatisfied. Most of my grades went high, except for Chemistry and Geometry. ARGH. I should've done better. I get so insecure because of those smarty pants who are walking calculators or walking dictionaries in school campus. Who is it to blame?... THEM? Of course not. The TEACHERS. Yeah!!.. Just kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME OF COURSE. I'm the one who is making my own grade. Well, thanks for not being serious, I get the tase of My own medicine. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 19th day of February. OH YEAH. &lt;em&gt;Nakajackpot ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Secret *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess most of new know who I am referring in this blind item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, that you are my ideal crush. The one who seems to be so perfect INSIDE AND OUT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Its not possible. (you get my point here?)&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel lucky because, you are MY FRIEND. :) And even though it is pretty obvious that * I like you a lot, You never left. :) You are always there. You always have the time. I'm truly grateful to have you in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though most of the timE, i cry myself to sleep because of you. Even though, I get angry at you for no valid reason, STILL, I consider myself lucky to have you in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was yesterday. We didn't have classes, but we had our Educator's Day. Haha. We had a mass at the gym and a program to give honor to our dear educators. It was half day so, I was stuck at home, turned on the computer, and waited for &lt;strong&gt;someone &lt;/strong&gt;to be online in YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, I had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heavenly conversation&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with that certain someone. I could not take my butt of the computer until that particular someone goes offline. I got offline even though that particular somone is still online because I got reprimanded for sitting in front of the computer all day but What the heck? IT WAS WORTH IT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some selected students took over our educators. During recess time, Nicole dragged me to the gym and we saw bunch of teachers making fools out of themselves. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day had been so hectic. It was so streeful. I was panciking after classes due to the stressed that gave in within me. I was insane. My eyes were popping out. I have no idea if I would laugh or I would cry. In short. My mood swings attacked me again. It was probably due to Chemistry, Trigonometry and GEOMETRY and other subjects that we meet every weekdays. Argh. I was lacking rest as well. OHMYGOODNESS. Paranoia was present too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I could not resist the gruelling emotions that triggered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have my friends. Who are their to listen to my senseless rants, it makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I started to lie down on the floor, in a quiet place(which is my room) to feel the solitude and to reflect on some certain things. I started to pray. When I opened up everything to GOD, it made me feel better. I felt relaxed. GOD IS THE GREATEST LISTENER OF ALL. I know he's always there.. Every time I smile until it reaches up the heaven's above he is always there to support me to things that make me happy. Every time I weep for sorrow, and cry my heart out, he is always there to comfort me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying, I took a bath right away, so that it would wash the tension that is inside of me. It could clense away the pain and the sorrows that threatens my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do my HRR, which is to compose a horror/suspense short story. There's a problem though, I'M NOT GOOD WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING SHORT STORIES WHICH CONTAINS HORROR SCENES, not just HORROR SCENES, but I don't write stories IN GENERAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK POSITIVE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-114051870881594898?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114051870881594898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=114051870881594898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114051870881594898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/114051870881594898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While..'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113992318891370661</id><published>2006-02-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:23:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENCEtines Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentines Day and Mrs. Torralba's birthday. Whoa. Her name actually has a double meaning. First, because her name is &lt;strong&gt;CHEM RELATED&lt;/strong&gt; and the second one is considering the fact that she's born on a Valentine's Day. Mwahaha.Speaking of Valentine's Day, now I know the story behind St. Valentine and Valentines Day. Miss Malayas told us the history behind this day a while ago. Today is probably the most unforgettable and happiest Valentine's Day so far. I will never forget the the trouble I got into during last year's valentines day. What was it all about?... Don't ask. I don't want to narrate it here anymore. I just want to forget about it, but it bittersweet memory still lurks in my mind. Anyway, forget about the past. Let us look at the bright side of TODAY. I never experience the feeling where in most of us can feel the valentines athmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun because I had the opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spread the love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to the people are dear and special to me. I had the just to feel the bliss because of a certain someone. My hard work/ nervousness/ undescribable emotions.. what so ever did pay off after I had given that certain person.. the sign of my appreciation. Well, not just appreciation, but the sign of my..... "admiration" towards that person's well-rounded personality. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date. WOOHOO. ...with my DADDY. Haha. We ate at Royale Place because it is the nearest place where we could have some quality time together. at di maxado traffic. I saw Yna there too. I saw some other SHSians as well.&lt;br /&gt;I also rejoyed when I received a text from my mom all the way from States.Awww. I REALLY miss my mom even though we usually argue about different kinds of things whenever she's around. Nyahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113992318891370661?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113992318891370661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113992318891370661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113992318891370661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113992318891370661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/valencetines-day.html' title='VALENCEtines Day'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113973236381774137</id><published>2006-02-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:29:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES LORD YES LORD YES YES LORD AMEN</title><content type='html'>I just got home from school. Here I am, still alive, still breathing... and still the same old &lt;em&gt;moi. &lt;/em&gt;I dont regret the decision I made when I joined the youth camp held at our school. I feel closer to God right now. It feels good to worship your Father and your Creator. The speakers that gave the talks were entertaining and interesting. The sharings they made were inspiring as well. The talks that were shared made me realized the mutual understanding between God and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our Group Discussions. We had our own groups too. Since the theme of our theme names are fruits, we called ourselves the &lt;strong&gt;PAPAYA &lt;/strong&gt;group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, we decided to sit under the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sparkling beams of the twilight skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As I was observing the movement of the clouds, I saw a very pretty star. One-and-only star that shines so bright and even changes color. I told myself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that must BE GOD. He is watching over us. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the blissed when I was baptized. And now, I am already part of the YFC. Yehey. :) I gained new friends from different batches as well. The breeze of the wind made me shiver before I had my beauty sleep. Vanity reigned before we said the word "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodnight:. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When they decided to turn off the lights, I saw flashes of lights from different direction. The lights were flashes from different cameras. We were one of those people who had "vanity moments" BEFORE-DURING- and AFTER the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a one-on-one talk with my dad. Since my mom is not here in the country, my dad was the only one who was present a while ago. At first I thought, he will not come because of his busy schedule. Luckily, he did. I'm so thankful because he had the effort and the time for me. I was so touched with the sharings he shared a while ago. I was surprised when he said those words to me. While I was all ears on him, I felt so blessed and I felt how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOD LOVES ME SO MUCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm thankful because I had parents like them. Parents who will always be there for me. Parents who teaches me the right from wrong. Parents who reprimand me because they know what is good and bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun praising and worshipping God and meeting new people at the same time. I learned a lot of different praise songs. I'm happy to learn them because, I really love praising and I really love praising GOD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into the plot of this short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I admired the way he uses irony as a tool to spice up his story. I like the way on how he made the story &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intriguing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing this story, Miss Platon gave us an assignment. What is it all about? Make a 10-15 SHORT STORY USING &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRONY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Platon: It should be something that would scare me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to write the lines for my short story, it becomes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;comedic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Im not good when it comes to suspense and thriller stories. Im not the person who composes bloody morbid compositions. Valentines &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; is also near. So, what is in the back of my head? DUUUH. Its all about cheeziness, corniness and &lt;strong&gt;LURVE. How can I think of a story which is bloody morbid if it does not fit the occassion that is happening in the present? Hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another senseless outburst by the one and only..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113973236381774137?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113973236381774137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113973236381774137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113973236381774137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113973236381774137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-lord-yes-lord-yes-yes-lord-amen.html' title='YES LORD YES LORD YES YES LORD AMEN'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113957024699426307</id><published>2006-02-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:17:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright</title><content type='html'>Nothing extraordinary has been going on with my life lately. Haha. I've been so productive with school works though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113957024699426307?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113957024699426307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113957024699426307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113957024699426307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113957024699426307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright.html' title='Alright'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113921968571408928</id><published>2006-02-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:55:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>Before the much awaited BATCH PROMENADE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through the channels of our television set, until, I saw a tragic news. It was a stampede at Ultra. Many people were in line to watch the Wowowee Anniversary.Unfortunately, it was cancelled because of the stampede. Many people were injured. Some people past away. I pity those people who died. I pity their family and friends as well. Well, I thought ranat the back of my mind. &lt;em&gt;Things happen for a reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why this had happened is because of the over population in our country. This may sound weird but maybe because it can also help our networks work together. Third is because, people are being too materialistic. It also helped us to have a greater faith in God. It is really sad. I know this is not the fault of ABS - CBN. I almost cried while seeing this people suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at the brighter side of the day. I was all glammed up before the prom. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I felt the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"flip flops&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;in my stomach as well. My partner fetched me at home. We took pictures before going to New World. While I was in the car, we were just quiet. Haha. When we got to New World, we rushed to the stairs. One of the memorable thing that happenbed to me was when I was climbing the stairs, and then I stepped on my gown and suddenly tripped. Luckily, I did not kiss the stairs. My partner and I just laugh and just moved on. I know a lot of people saw me, but I cant just cry over it and think that its already the end of tht world. I saw my batchmates. All of us were soooo pretty and soooo formal. Eek. We had our pictures taken first. After that, I checked out some people out there. We went inside the ball room. My stomach was growling because I was so hungry. Hahaha.I didnt really like the food but what the heck?! At least my table mates kept me company. Most of the songs thet were played were sentimental songs. Haha. My partner and I conversed different stuffs. Haha. we even had an arguement with the utensils on the table. There were so many utensils so we didnt know whatto use with the certain food that will be served. Our prom queen is Angela Bascarra. Haha. She deserved to be prom queen anyway. The prom was fun. It was mostly dancing but I had fun grooving with my friends. I lost my poise while I was dancing. Hahaha. =) One of the nights I wont ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention thatmost of us were stepping at each others gown. Haha. We werent use to it kasi. The prom was a self esteem booster actually. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse, my partner, was really nice. I felt lucky to have him as my partner. He was such a gentleman too. Ehehe! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prom, my friends and I decided to sleepover at New World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 AM, We went at Greenbelt. Wow. I'm not used to going out with my friends AFTER MIDNIGHT. We slept at 5 am and woke up at 8 am. Wow. We swam at the pool and ate breakfast. The food served at the buffet were sooo scruptious. Haha. That is why, nature called me because of too much intake of food. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at about 12 pm. We went at my grandma's house. When I got there, I started to doze off right away. I was so tired because I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR HANG OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113921968571408928?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113921968571408928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113921968571408928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113921968571408928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113921968571408928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113879723263745205</id><published>2006-02-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:33:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happenings around the Globe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have much classes during the day because of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Media Talk, English Week Debate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I Catholic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Conference with Bo Sanchez and Tim Staples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Media talkwas pretty interesting. I learned a lot from it. I learned how Media can ba a big influence for us. We also learned that what we see on Media is not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STEREOTYPING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was one of the topics that strucked me and intrigued me the most. I learned that some people are misjudged because of stereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two subjects. Geometry and CL. After that, we watched the Debate. I didn't understand the debate that much because I really don't know what they were trying to argue about. Hahaha. Some people were raising Shame2x signs and Here2x signs. I was just trying to go with the flow because, honestly, I really did not understand what the debate was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new song during the Why am I Catholic Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...This little light of mine.. I'm gonna make it shine.. make it shine, make it shine, make it shine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us has a "hang-over" with the song. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Yes Lord Yes Lord.. YES YES LORD AMEN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Staples and Bo Sanchez are really cool dudes. They bid goodbye before they left the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prom gown is officially done. Wuhoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got paranoid during night time. I was this certain someone was avoiding me. Most of my friends told me, maybe it was just a coincidence when she got offline. She's not avoiding you. &lt;em&gt;I hope so too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened yesterday. Haha. I learned how to balance equations with the help of redox reactions equation. Miss Platon wore a Filipiniana yesterday. She looks really good in it. Hahaha. Actually, she always looks good. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Febuary 1, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which is TODAY. Hahaha. Today is the official start of the month of Febuary. The month of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts and LURVE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;English Day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a while ago. I was one of the participants of the Powerpoint Presentations. Haha. When I woke up a while ago, I could already feel the flipflops in my stomach. Wheew. It's done now. Sadly, our group did not win. I felt upset at first, when I saw the incredible work of Kamalayan's powerpoint. My hopes went down but &lt;em&gt;that's life. &lt;/em&gt;Haha. For me, we are ALL WINNERS. All of us did our best. I must accept that we did not take the goal because in a competition, there are winners and losers. But losing does not mean, we have to give up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section Kagitingan was the STAR OF THE DAY. They won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALMOST ALL OF THE CATEGORIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our English Day presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Platon's sister was there too. She was one of the judges a while ago&lt;br /&gt;They look a like actually(duuuh!). they're both pretty too. Hahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can be HEROES, with all the good deeds we do. We dont need wings, or capes to fly, xray vision just to save the day from an evil guy. We can be hero with our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroic weapon. Our hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113879723263745205?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113879723263745205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113879723263745205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113879723263745205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113879723263745205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/latest-happenings-around-globe.html' title='Latest Happenings around the Globe'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113845131685489456</id><published>2006-01-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:28:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biak na Rock</title><content type='html'>I miss my mother dearestright now. She's in the U.S. to be with my uncle. He is undergoing an operation s my mom has to be there along with my other relatives. I want to go with them. My grandpa even insisted me on going there but then, I still have to cope up with my studies and it is already the fourth qtr. So, I should make the most out of the 7 weeks of my third year life. (AWWW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our field trip.. or should I say.. Educational outbound at Biak na Bato caves and Biak na Bato natural park. Yeah. I bought my cellphone so I could have vanity moments with my friends. The field trip was so fun. I lost track of time when we were already wading in the river. Too bad we had to go early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were inside one of the caves, our facilitator told us that we should recite a chant first. AND GUESS WHAT???..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joketime lang pala yung chant na yun&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uto uto ay nako.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was somthing like that. I dont know if that irritated me or that made me laugh. Hahaha. I was one of the energetic people of Katarungan. I did not even sleep when we were on our way home. Most of my classmates dozed off after the trip. I reckon that 10 out of 48 students were awake on our way home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My flashlight broke when we were in one of the caves. I lost the bulb and the batteries of the flashlight. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My phone got wet during the river wading. Fortunately, it is still fixed. Wahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nagslide ako sa mud. Hahaha. Mashado kong mahal yung putik. Nabansagan tuloy akong DONA PUTIK ni Kuya Angel. Haha! I LOVE THE MUD SO MUCH. Dami rin vandalisms sa caves. I wonder how they did those. =p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The field trip was so much fun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero mejo bitin. ENOUGH SAID. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second year students were so unfair. Hahaha. We were able to reach the school at about 7 evening. The second year students went home at about 10 in the evening. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;basta mas late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113845131685489456?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113845131685489456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113845131685489456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113845131685489456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113845131685489456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/biak-na-rock.html' title='The Biak na Rock'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113810074579922205</id><published>2006-01-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:05:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings.. in disguise?</title><content type='html'>While I was staring blankly ahead, a question suddenly popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do tears fall from our eyes, if we get hurt by the person we love, who does not love us back anyway? Why? If we cry infront of him or her.. can we assure that he or she will fall into a spell and *pOof* he or she will suddenly fall for me. OF course NOT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on telling myself &lt;strong&gt;to MOVE ON, just laugh it off your shoulders and everything will turn out just fine, BUT NO. &lt;/strong&gt;The feeling &lt;strong&gt;seems to get worst. &lt;/strong&gt;I know that the essence of crying releases the torments that you feel within, but still, &lt;strong&gt;the pain is glued to your heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then suddenly, your fragile heart shatters into pieces and is actually hard to repair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go on in to this journey called &lt;em&gt;life, &lt;/em&gt;I get used to every storm that comes as way. My strength grows each day. This is when I realize to &lt;em&gt;stop crying over spilled milk. Theres more to come than what is to be expected. &lt;/em&gt;Things happen for a reason. These things serve as the light with what is happening and what will be happening in the near future. We cannot avoid the circumstance of getting hurt. We must keep in mind, that they actually serve as &lt;strong&gt;blessings in disguise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must learn to &lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; the reality we are facing in this world. We get our strenghts and we recognize our weaknesses because of these struggles that comes our way. We actually learn from them too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113810074579922205?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113810074579922205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113810074579922205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113810074579922205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113810074579922205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings.. in disguise?'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113809914332272963</id><published>2006-01-24T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:44:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love MATH pala :p</title><content type='html'>I take back what I said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hate Math and Math hates me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigo and Geom are two of my favorite tests actually. I got 74/95 in Geom which is 85% and I got 45/50 in Trigo which makes me ubberly happy. Yes. My hard work paid off afterall. Hahaha. My scores are OK (except in Chemistry because I got a FAILING GRADE). Grrrness. Oh Well. I'm not that satisfied though because.. I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new band called. E-FEET. It is short for ERASER FEET! Hahaha.My band is composed of Vianca, Krista and Karen. We called our band E-feet because WE LOVE ERASERHEADS and we love singing their songs. Hahaha. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun during Chem because I learned HOW TO MAKE ICE CREAM. Hahaha. We also got a plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought thatthis day will turn out fine but then, My day was destroyed because of some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;revealed facts, AND IT HURTS SO MUCH. It hurts like HELL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; will always be part of the things that make us happy too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113809914332272963?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113809914332272963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113809914332272963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113809914332272963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113809914332272963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-math-pala-p.html' title='I love MATH pala :p'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113765397751473443</id><published>2006-01-19T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:59:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Math.. and Math hates Me</title><content type='html'>Geometry and CL Tests were.. such &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST A PIECE OF CAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;......... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Heck! I felt betrayed after answering those tests. I felt the boiling point of grudge raging inside me after answering those. Ugggh. I guess I will just have to hope for a good score in Geometry.I even played the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guessing game &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when Miss Sabordo decided to collect the papers already. One and a half hour is not enough to finish those mind boggling circle-triangle-chuvaness geometrical questions in the test. Grrr-ness. I envy those people who did not have a hard time answering that Geometry test. I dont think my hard work paid off when I started guessing those answers that I should write on my paper. I had to think twice, if I should guess or no because this is not just a game. This should be &lt;strong&gt;taken seriously&lt;/strong&gt;, but, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had no choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Time ran so fast. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;30% percent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my answers were&lt;em&gt; wild guesses&lt;/em&gt;. I dont want to see the result of my test in Geometry. My eyes might turn fiery and I might kill somebody when anger rages inside me again.(JUST KIDDING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dose of comedy right now to ease the pain of betreyal inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113765397751473443?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113765397751473443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113765397751473443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113765397751473443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113765397751473443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-math-and-math-hates-me.html' title='I hate Math.. and Math hates Me'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113756248915869732</id><published>2006-01-18T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:41:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday | Im 16</title><content type='html'>WHOA. One of the happiest moments of my entire life happened yesterday. I celebrated my 16th birthday yesterday. Gosh. I feel so old already. Haha!! I think I can already get my student driver's license. I spent 1000++ for the food we ate for my salo2 blowout yesterday. It was so fun even though we had it for a short period of time only. I was glad to receive a lot of greetings from different people. Surprisingly, I receive an e-card from my grandfather and grandmother from the U.S. Wow! I was so touched with the content of the letter. They even told me to go back to the States and have a break from school first. Unfortunately, I cant come because I have to make the most out of my schooldays this fourth quarter. This is my last chance in third year. I must do well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to HANA DEKA. (Awww, Unfortunately Maro was absent. :( ) Gem Flores, Patricia Almendra, Jennylyn Escoltero, Yna Mendez, Rosalita Garcia, Rheapaz de Guzman, Nina Gonzales, Paula Lao, Wilma Diguangco, Miss Sabordo, Miss Platon, Andrea, Tete, Karen Torrecampo, and my other classmates for munching on the food I bought for you and for the time and effort you have shared. Hahaha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ANNA IGNACIO for the TEASE I got...... Hahahaha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also appreciated those people who prayed for my wish. Fortunately, It actually came true. I had my best wish and best gift yesterday. &lt;3 thank YOU. Yes you. For making my birthday HAPPY hah? Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our exams a while ago in A.P. and English. I had the hard time answering the Bibliography part in English. A.P. was...... dont ask... should I say... ****? HAHAHAHAHA. Especially the cause and effect part. PFFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113756248915869732?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113756248915869732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113756248915869732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113756248915869732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113756248915869732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-im-16_18.html' title='Happy Birthday | Im 16'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113736851848599929</id><published>2006-01-16T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T07:41:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGALOG mode again</title><content type='html'>Isa sa mga natutunan ko last weekend?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng happy endings ay magtatapos sa happy endings. Laging may nakasabit na depression o kaya naman mga problema.Akala mo sobrang saya mo na dahil sa natural high na naexperience mo. Yung natural high na.. kinausap ka ng crush mo, hinug ka ng best friend mo at kung ano2 pa. Parating may bitbit na problema itong mga happy happenings na toh. Pero sa huli, marerealize mo na tama rin na mangyari toh. Kahit masakit, may natututunan ka naman. In the end, marerealize mo.. happy endings rin naman pala eh. Haha. Ang labo. Siguro parte lang ng climax ng buhay mo ang mga naeexperience mong mga problema, sa huli, may natututunan ka naman eh. Ahahaha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY... sino kaya?... uii bakit ako excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113736851848599929?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113736851848599929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113736851848599929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113736851848599929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113736851848599929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagalog-mode-again.html' title='TAGALOG mode again'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113715299845961580</id><published>2006-01-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:49:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is believed to be a day of mishaps, misfortune and unluckiness. I cant agree with that kind of conclusion because for me, it is the &lt;em&gt;opposite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I experience lucky and unforgettable memories that should not be relinquished and are worth remiscing for. Friday the 13th during Feb.13, 2004 was unforgettable for me &lt;em&gt;because once in a BLUE MOON, &lt;/em&gt;I had an oppoturnity to be hugged and kissed by someone special who is actually my "past.............&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;?" *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, which is January 13, 2006, I had the chance to sit right next to.. *insert name here*. I felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desperate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; actually. I even got jealous to the people who sat right next to *INSERT NAME HERE* again. We even had a fruitful conversation. Unfortunately, the rain wasted the opportunity I had. Hahaha! Well, thanks to *toot* I hadthe chance to sit right next to that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the chance to chat personally with *insert another name here*. Hahaha! I even teased him because of what he will do tomorrow. Gosh. I am so excited for what will be happenning tomorrow. *melts* Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL day was fun. I love praising God. I felt the bliss while singing to the tunes of the YFC songs and moving to the groove. It feels good when you do something for the one you love. I am talking about GOD ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a grouping. I was part of Group 71. Haha!! Our group is composed of different batches. We had bonding and sharings about different stuffs like the prom, school life, social life and many more. We got the chance to be&lt;em&gt; more united&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with our other school mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fellowship during lunch time. Tears fell from Miss Sabordo's eyes after she shared her share and while sharing her message for us. Some of us cried too, I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Animators Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; performed and had their own praise fest too. They were great too. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a &lt;em&gt;praise-filled &lt;/em&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;++ When you love someone, you cant avoid the circumstance of getting hurt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKTE. nawala yung kalahati ng pinost ko. HAY SALAMAT MAY RECOVER POST KAHIT PAPANO. At least kahit papano may bumalik naman! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113715299845961580?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113715299845961580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113715299845961580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113715299845961580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113715299845961580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th-is-believed-to-be-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113698814927975797</id><published>2006-01-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:02:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF EXPLANATORY PISSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF EXPLANATORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ampuuu!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a complete opposite of today. I enjoyed my day yesterday when I had a "quality time" (haha!) with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Aureada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Platon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Hehe!) They are easy to get along with &lt;em&gt;kasi. &lt;/em&gt;I guess we are all part of the same generation aya we get along pretty well. Nyahahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I guess most of us our &lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt; today, and I am one of them. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113698814927975797?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113698814927975797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113698814927975797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113698814927975797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113698814927975797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-explanatory-pissed.html' title='SELF EXPLANATORY PISSED'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113680864999509530</id><published>2006-01-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:10:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>PAIN is raging through me right now. Pain of different sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pain a while ago, during P.E. class. I had my traumatic experience with volleyball. My classmates teased me all the day. I was in pain NOT because they teased me. I can still tolerate their tormenting BUT I hate the fact that I'm such an idiot when playing volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain when I computed my quiz results in Chemistry and Geometry. I envy those people who have great minds. Who can cope easily with the subject. Those people with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; deep comprehension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, how I wish I would take their place and be in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain while reading others' blog. Haha. Wanna know why? I feel so insecure with their way with words. They are like walking dictionaries, libraries, novels AND books, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain when I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;recognized my weakness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAIN will always be part of HAPPINESS. Pain will always be a BLESSING IN DISGUISE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like what I have said a while back, I DONT know how to play VOLLEYBALL. My classmates make fun of me. This is a GO signal that I should practice my skill with volleyball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When dealing with Geometry and Chemistry, I must be MORE FOCUSED on the subjects. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get our STRENGHTS with the struggles and challenges in life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must always look at the bright side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Afterall, &lt;em&gt;There's a RAINBOW always after the RAIN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113680864999509530?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113680864999509530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113680864999509530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113680864999509530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113680864999509530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113680659696821668</id><published>2006-01-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:47:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Once in a Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>As days pass by, my life is becoming more and more peculiar. Last Friday, I had the weirdest dream ever. Where in my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was involve. I had sequences of dreams that time. 3 sequences actually. She was part of all those sequences. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Saturday, someone by the name of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the girl whom I was talking about in my dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; chatted with me. I was in doubt if I was really talking to that particular person. My hands and knees suddenly shivered while I was talking online with _________. My heart was pounding rapidly. TAKTE. I grabbed my cell phone right away. Surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;once in a blue moon&lt;/strong&gt;, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough to ask and text &lt;strong&gt;that someone in particular&lt;/strong&gt;. She told me that she didn’t go online that night. Tears started to pour from my eyes. I felt like I lost a million bucks. SERIOUSLY. Then, my heart suddenly told me, that &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m missing that particular someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. WHOA! I feel so stupid. I thought she would not interfere with my tranquil life anymore. I thought I had moved on. I wished I already did. I'm just making a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about a person who utterly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;loathes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me, wounds, tears and breaks my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113680659696821668?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113680659696821668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113680659696821668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113680659696821668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113680659696821668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='...Once in a Blue Moon'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113662755733685558</id><published>2006-01-07T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:52:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry by Me</title><content type='html'>I have a new layout.. and I luuuurve it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share a poem I made 2 days ago. I don't have a title for it pa eh. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thought of you ran through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Many words have been left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go away?&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, &lt;strong&gt;you left me astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’ll do anything for you to come back and stay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold you tight like theres no other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck with your new someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I hope &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the perfect one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pray to God to &lt;u&gt;love you so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the way I did to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another poem I made a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings out the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frustrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in me&lt;br /&gt;but gives me inspiration&lt;br /&gt;all i want for him to know and see&lt;br /&gt;that hes the cause of my world's confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;but he's the one whom i love so true&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i really hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he, not being with me.. makes me truly blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113662755733685558?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113662755733685558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113662755733685558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113662755733685558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113662755733685558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/poetry-by-me.html' title='Poetry by Me'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113629460435183557</id><published>2006-01-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:23:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majoring in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PHILOSPHY?!!? (huwaaat?!!?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of that course before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was answering a quiz because I'm still confuse of what major I will be taking up on college. While I was brwosing through my friend's journal.I saw this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, Hey maybe this quiz can give me an idea on what to take up on college.&lt;br /&gt;I got PHILOSOPHY. I was thinking maybe.. Mass Communication, Journalism, Theater literature. or Literature (Filipino or English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz made me more confused!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tie breaking questions. I have to answer one so that they would give the appropriate course or major for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love studying languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy thinking about the meaning of life, and what it has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;I am passionate about aesthetics, forms, and movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;I love expressing myself in speech and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;I love drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;I like writing to communicate with others through notes, letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;I love how the human psyche works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the study of people interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy thinking about the meaning of life, and what it has in store for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's how I got PHILOSOPHY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha. Wow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Philosophy&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Philosophy major! Like the Philosopher, you are contemplative and you enjoy thinking about the purpose for humanity's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113629460435183557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113629460435183557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113629460435183557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/majoring-in.html' title='Majoring in...'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113629301481379594</id><published>2006-01-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:56:54.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets face CIVILIZATION again | 2006 Resolution</title><content type='html'>I will make the most out of my time right now. I will be going back to school again tomorrow. I am feeling sad and excited all at the same time. I want to go back to school because I miss ranting out my feelings to my friends. I miss "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;making lambing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; VIOLENTLY" with my silly and witty friends . I miss sharing stories "in person". I miss "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;making tambay and making bola" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the corridors as well. Haha.. and its simply boring here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to come back because I'm not ready with the challenges I must face again. I'm not ready to deal with Geometry, Chemistry, Trigonometry and the list goes on. Its too early and it seems so sudden that I must face them again. Oh Gee.&lt;br /&gt;I will be celebrating my birthday next week. I will be receiving the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREATEST BIRTHDAY GIFT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the school has to offer... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUARTERLY EXAM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going out with family or some bunch of friends, I'm stuck at home reviewing for the test. I'm not used to this. We never had exams before, during or after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be listing down some of my new year wishes and resolution here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I won't be saying badwords anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I must&lt;strong&gt; sleep early&lt;/strong&gt; so I won't doze off when class is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Must stop procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Must be contented with whatyou have. &lt;strong&gt;STOP BEING &lt;u&gt;INSECURE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I must be ready to &lt;strong&gt;TAKE THE RISK RIGHT AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;. No more NEXT TIMES before it is&lt;em&gt; TOO LATE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I must keep in mind that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERSONS ARE &lt;u&gt;NOT WORTH CRYING FOR.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ MUST MEET SAM MILBY (hahaha! =) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ must meet CHAMP LUI PIO again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ must meet ROBERT PATTINSON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ LEARN HOW TO PLAY THE DRUMS and the GUITAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Must meet ELY BUENDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!.. and the rest of the ERASERHEADS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Never &lt;strong&gt;EXPECT TOO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; (or not even expecting at all) &lt;strong&gt;You end up &lt;em&gt;hurting yourself&lt;/em&gt; anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113629301481379594?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113629301481379594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113629301481379594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113629301481379594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113629301481379594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-face-civilization-again-2006.html' title='Lets face CIVILIZATION again | 2006 Resolution'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113621907848270677</id><published>2006-01-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:24:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Schmool Part</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everybody. My &lt;strong&gt;RELAX-FIRST-BEFORE-PROJECT-MAKING days&lt;/strong&gt; are offcially over. I must be productive enough to deal with the hardships and vexations of my third year life are settled for me right now. Hahahaha. 2 more days to go and I'm off to school again. I'll be sitting there and will be listening to the jiber jabbering of the teachers once again.  Wahaha. I'll be seing those numbers, sine, cosine, dusty chalkboards, noisy students that chase each other around the corridors. The school's athmosphere. I actually miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I'm done with my HRR and I'm almost done with my Media Log. Wuhoo! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a part of my insight in my HRR that I really like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a give and take relationship. What do I mean by that? The one who is committed to each other should share love equally. If you feel that one is giving too much or receiving too much, I don’t think that true love dwells in a relationship.  Before dealing with this kind of challenge, you must know the one first before settling yourself in a commitment. One must be loyal to his or her companion. One must listen to his or her heart and choose only one. How many hearts do a person have? Only one. That heart is given to only one person. Love is like a game; only one person takes the goal. You must keep those things in mind when you taking the risk of involving in a commitment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113621907848270677?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113621907848270677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113621907848270677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113621907848270677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113621907848270677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-schmool-part.html' title='School Schmool Part'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113604121552449507</id><published>2005-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:00:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I HATE every New Year</title><content type='html'>I STILL (take note STILL) hate fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Well, There's one specific kind of firework that I like and it is called the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dragon Fireworks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is the firework the blooms when it goes to the sky. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to come out of the house right now. I'm scared. I'm really scared of fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had a dream before that a spark of firework hit me. I became more frightened because of a stupid dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me that a way to overcome my fear with fireworks is that I try to light up a firework. NO WAY!!! What if, I burn myself?!.. Or I'll die just because of that. NO WAY. Uh uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of our car, I heard a big BANG. I rushed into the car, closed anbd locked the door and covered my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing why I'm scared of fireworks?... It's because of the people who are injured by the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody. Some people lose their hands, feet, HEAD?!!?..Some people risk their own lives as well. WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahit lusis nga lang takot ako maghawak eh. Hanggang torotot lang talaga ako. Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO WE HAVE TO USE FIREWORKS ANYWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113604121552449507?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113604121552449507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113604121552449507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113604121552449507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113604121552449507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-hate-every-new-year.html' title='What I HATE every New Year'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12038999.post-113601664317998302</id><published>2005-12-31T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:29:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Shopping Spree of the Year</title><content type='html'>8 hours to go...... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HELLO 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to SM North to buy some stuff. I was only planning to buy a new notebook for the Media Log because I left my scrapbook at school. Apparantly I bought a lot of things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought slippers first and then we decided to proceed to the Record Bar to buy Ultraelectromagnetic Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to buy the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultraelectromagnetic Jam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CD of the Eraserheads, when all of the sudden, I saw a display of Eraserheads' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthology. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was thinking twice if I'm buying the Ultra..... or the Anthology. I thought that Anthology is more worth buying than the Ultra.. because it is an ERASERHEADS original, its cheaper and it has 2 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stumbled by the &lt;em&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/em&gt; area of the dept. store. I was looking for the bangaw shades. Unfortunately, they ran out of bangaw shades. I bought a pair of shades though, which costs 70 bucks. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the bangaw shades at an optical shop which costs 400 bucks. Haha! I still bought them. I am lucky because the price of the shades used to be 700 + bucks. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought 2 cards. They are my birthday presents for *toot* and *toot*. Haha! I won't mention their names because they might see this entry. It won't a surprise anymore. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the money that my relatives gave me during Christmas. Afterall, most of the "gifts" I received during Christmas were big bucks. Hahaha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I 'kinda' vented out my feelings for a certain someone in a "jokely" manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you believe me if I tell you that I had a crusb on you?!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA! I can't believe that I was so brave to ask that in front of her face. Hahaha! Well not really in front of her face for it was just a message. Hehe. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm feeling stupid and timid for asking a really...... absurd question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12038999-113601664317998302?l=kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113601664317998302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12038999&amp;postID=113601664317998302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113601664317998302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12038999/posts/default/113601664317998302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittywittydanikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-shopping-spree-of-year.html' title='Last Shopping Spree of the Year'/><author><name>danica patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xngpp4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
