<?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-7013588</id><updated>2011-11-01T00:14:53.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-3924727352886396694</id><published>2006-12-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:14:42.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:24;" &gt;ON HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that.. Happy birthday to Patrick Enriquez and Ageau Luna (Dec 1), Christian Silva (Dec 8), Samantha Sanchez (Dec 10), Chamie Llamas and Aldrich Burog (Dec 12), Bey de Grano (Dec 16), Thaz de Guzman (Dec 23), and Karen Morales (Dec 29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back when I am. Haha. Labooo. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-3924727352886396694?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/3924727352886396694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=3924727352886396694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/3924727352886396694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/3924727352886396694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116438396854488367</id><published>2006-11-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:34:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprisingly, we did it!</title><content type='html'>Our week(and a half, I think)-long cramming for the talent show was all worth it. Yes, even our being "banned" from the astral rooftop. Haha! Because...&lt;br /&gt;our block won. Yes, SP Block 17 Batch 2010 won first place in the CAMP Talent Show 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee :D I really love my block! I really love you blockmates! :) and I am so so proud of our block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the SP sophomores as well. They placed second. Weee. SPs rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-P-E-E-C-H Pathology! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home about an hour ago from the after party of the said event. Hence, I am tired. Superrr. So, I really apologize for this not-so-sensible entry. Pictures in my multiply! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116438396854488367?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116438396854488367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116438396854488367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116438396854488367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116438396854488367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/11/surprisingly-we-did-it.html' title='surprisingly, we did it!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116411617483074970</id><published>2006-11-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:42:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will [try to] survive.</title><content type='html'>Second semester had just started (it's only the second week fyi) and the subjects I have for this sem are eating up my schedule. Everyday, except for Wednesday, I have classes until 4pm. There's not enough time for us to visit Trish in Taft anymore. There's not enough time for us to have the post-dismissal movies we saw during our 2:30pm dismissals last semester. And some more oh-so-enjoyable endeavors we had last sem. Add to that the fact that our professors are all guys except for our Ling112 prof. I don't know what it is with guy professors but I guess they simply daunt me. I just wish me (and my blockmates) luck this semester. Anyway, college life goes on. Especially when you have blockmates like mine. ;) I love you blockmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I think this sem really calls for some effort which I believe I still am not ready to give. Yes, call me lazy or so, but that's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. This one's out of topic. Multiply is getting on my nerves. I can't upload pictures. Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, our college has this talent show on Friday which just keeps our schedules full. We are currently cramming for our presentation on the said event. I just hope all our cramming pays off on the big day. *crosses fingers* Oh, and btw, if you're free, go watch the talent show. It will be held at the GSP Auditorium (P. Faura Street) after lunch on Friday. We need all the support we can get. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulit. Ansakit ng paa ko!!! Hayyy. &lt;/span&gt;Lol. I need to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116411617483074970?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116411617483074970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116411617483074970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116411617483074970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116411617483074970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-will-try-to-survive.html' title='i will [try to] survive.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116391338944005506</id><published>2006-11-19T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:51:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three rounds.</title><content type='html'>Manyy Pacquiao won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in just three rounds! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to him. &lt;s&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this later. I just need to prepare my things since I'm off to Manila minutes from now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to be Pinoy! :) Yeah! Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116391338944005506?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116391338944005506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116391338944005506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116391338944005506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116391338944005506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-rounds.html' title='three rounds.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116230539430274673</id><published>2006-10-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:42:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is the magic number.</title><content type='html'>Two years. I can't believe I've been blogging (well, here in blogger) for two years now. I can't believe I actually stayed that long. That's because I have this intermittent attitude when it comes to blogging. I tend not to stay with a certain host for a long period of time. Hence, my first two sentences (in this entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday to my blog! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks. Actually less than two weeks more until I get back to school. November 13 is the first day of classes for the second semester. I'll go back to school on November 7 though for the enrollment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days. We stayed in Baguio for two whole days. The trip was quite fleeting though. We ended up doing most things in a rush. Oh well. Still, it was so much fun. Details? I prefer to leave them to the pictures taken during the trip. &lt;a href="http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt; The Baguio trip pictures, by the way, beat those taken during the Ilocos trip. New record: 490 pictures in two days. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours. Just about two hours ago, I was in Trish's place a.k.a. Humble Home. It's Tita Maritoni's birthday. Happy Birthday tita! :) Again, refer to the pictures for the details. I'm too lazy to talk about them here. It just feels good to be back at the Humble Home even for a few hours. Kwentuhan + Basketball + Touchball. Wee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two times. Twice. No, actually, I think it happened more than twice. I just assumed it happened twice for formality's sake. That is the number of times of a certain 'incident'. Talk about coincidence. lol. Anyway, there was blue, brown, off white/beige/some color similar to that. Then the latest was maroon.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaya gaya.&lt;/span&gt; Jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blockmates, any suggestions for our outing venue??? Tentative date: Nov 8-9. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Halloween!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116230539430274673?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116230539430274673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116230539430274673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116230539430274673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116230539430274673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-is-magic-number.html' title='two is the magic number.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116192617057946642</id><published>2006-10-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:39:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before anything else, I just want to say I miss my blockmates. Badly. Hayyy. Hope to see you guys on the 31st! Wala na ba talaga tayong outing??? :( lol. Mag-outing tayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days have been utterly great. Well, that is, except for the pictures in my dad's pc thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, F7 was able to reunite. A day of all sorts of trips with the girls. I missed them to bits. I can't wait for our next 'reunion'. For more details, read &lt;a href="http://jemima06.blogspot.com" target=_blank&gt;Jemima's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elseee. Cocoi had her hair cut. I was really shocked. I just saw it in her multiply. Her long locks for *insert number here* years are now gone. Sayanggg. It looks good on her naman. So, okay na rin. Haha. Miss you, Coi! Gala tayo! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Giving of class cards next week. Err. Good luck to us. But before that...&lt;br /&gt;Baguio, here we come! Weee. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on Sunday. Or probably Monday. I don't know. Wee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116192617057946642?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116192617057946642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116192617057946642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116192617057946642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116192617057946642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/before-anything-else-i-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116178344073411119</id><published>2006-10-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:31:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all gone.</title><content type='html'>The folders which has all my highschool pictures and phone pics, which I systematically organized by date, and which are stored in one of the drives in my dad's pc is now gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks more is the fact that I don't have back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the story: Don't let little siblings near your pc. Particularly your hard disk/s. Else, you'll suffer. Just like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116178344073411119?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116178344073411119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116178344073411119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116178344073411119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116178344073411119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-gone.html' title='all gone.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116160613491189435</id><published>2006-10-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:20:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long wait is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SEMBREAK NAAA!!! WEEEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and because of that, I see a lot of get-togethers coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of our Math11 finals this noon marked the start of my sembreak. Several plans began queueing. Block outing, barkada trip, class get-together, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride back here in Lipa was a blast. I went with Trish and Chamie, whom I also ate lunch at KFC (the one near DLSU) with. Too bad Kaycee (and Ana) wasn't able to join us. Oh well. I can always feed her those we've talked about anyway. We had endless conversations from the moment we went on the bus until the time we went down. Aside from that, bloopers and some laugh-able moments never fail to arise when we're together. One of which is our going on the new "Batangas Express" bus, and we literally just went on it (yes, the bus with it's newly covered seats) for about ten minutes. After a few minutes of waiting, waiting, and waiting, and still there weren't enough passengers, we transferred to another bus instead. A not-so-new one. Haha. So there. We were off to Lipa afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyy. I can't believe hings really are getting better... and I am simply getting happier by the second. Wee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116160613491189435?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116160613491189435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116160613491189435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116160613491189435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116160613491189435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-wait-is-over.html' title='the long wait is over.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116066907345509417</id><published>2006-10-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:06:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-E-L-L.</title><content type='html'>The past days have truly been like hell. With a capital H. Exams here and there. Presentations. Papers. Reports. What else? Errr. Basta yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week kicked off with the PhilGames finals which was super fun. And tiring. "S-PE-ECH Pathology!" Haha. We were finally able to make use of that cheer. We garnered first places in the Puto Seko and Dragon's Tail event. Nissan placed second in Kwarta Sa Noo. As for the other games, we just have no idea of how we ranked among the other ten (or is it nine?) teams included in the 'sports fest'. Anyway, the events I participated in cost me physical agony which I tell you hasn't completely vanished until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the killer 3rd departmental exam in Math 11, followed by the 2nd departmental exam in NatSci I last Tuesday. We had our long exam and group presentations in Histo last Wednesday. Obviously, the past days brought me mental agony. The horror. -_- So there. I really don't have the push to blog right now so I apologize if everything here's not really that substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my sembreak already!!! (...which apparently I'll only get after a presentation in NSTP, a finals paper for Philo, another long exam in Histo, a finals exam in Math 11 and a finals exam in Comm I.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm in Lipa btw. Gahdd. I missed this (for the nth time). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. I'll just end this entry with greetings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Charina Non and, my dear brother Justin yesterday, Oct 11.. And to Kuya Earl Masacayan tomorrow, Oct 13..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116066907345509417?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116066907345509417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116066907345509417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116066907345509417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116066907345509417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/h-e-l-l.html' title='H-E-L-L.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116011231266474113</id><published>2006-10-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:34:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My condition's so much better now compared to yesterday afternoon's. I don't feel weak anymore. I feel cold from time to time though. I had my jacket on when I attended classes this morning. I kept on sneezing during Histo class so I decided not to attend Philo. Plus, I don't think attending so will do me any better. At the moment, I just keep on sneezing and sneezing and sneezing. Moreover, I can't sleep. -_- Oh well. I'll go back to UP at 2:30pm for our Histo group's practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116011231266474113?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116011231266474113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116011231266474113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116011231266474113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116011231266474113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-conditions-so-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-116005982661229750</id><published>2006-10-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:43:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i miss.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Again. The first time I was sick, it didn't feel this awful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mukha daw akong naiiyak kanina. In short, mukhang ewan. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;I felt cold. And weak. This is, I think, the first time that this happened to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hayyy. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have a quiz in NatSci tom and I haven't studied yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lipa. I miss eating healthy foods. Well, fruits at least. I miss home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay. &lt;/span&gt;I won't be going home this weekend due to the rescheduled PhilGames finals in Diliman on Sunday. Plus, we have departmental exams in Math 11 and NatSci I on Monday and Tuesday respectively. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay. Toxic! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question = are u a guy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. Hindi ka na si Trish. I'm a girl. I think. HAHAHA. Jk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question = bakit ka nila tinatwag na babsy at chin chin eh hindi k naman mataba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask them (referring to Ronel + JC). lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-116005982661229750?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/116005982661229750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=116005982661229750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116005982661229750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/116005982661229750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-i-miss.html' title='things i miss.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115988614843752393</id><published>2006-10-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:07:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Remember my professor in NatSci IChemistry (and her 'matching outfit') whom I was talking about in one of my previous posts? Well, guess what. This morning she broke her record. Her blouse did not match with her socks. However, both were shades of blue. Aside from that, her towel was white. Ack. Her mismatched outfit disappointed us. Well, Czar and I, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Histo, our long exam got moved to the day of our presentation. Yey! No exam on Friday which just leaves the NatSci I quiz on that day. That also means that we can go with Trish to her Kuya's gig on Thursday night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trish, are you reading this? Haha! I can go with you after all! Weee.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, going back to Histo, our discussion made me dislike Aguinaldo in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo class = Picture galore. Reports. Haha. Enough said. Err. Our block just looooves Philo. Don't we blockmates, don't we?? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is now my therapy in times when I just find myself talking to myself (Yes, I can be that bad sometimes) and thinking endlessly about things. I found out last week, that was Wednesday I think, that the use of pc won't just work in times when I'm really really down. Anyway, I can now conclude that I think too much. About things. Tsk tsk. Morever, I think I'm becoming a pessimist. This is not good. So not good. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question = what is your name? bwaha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i have this strong gut feeling na si trish ang nagtanong nito. trish, ikaw nga ba? hahaha. bangag! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115988614843752393?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115988614843752393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115988614843752393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115988614843752393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115988614843752393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-tuesday.html' title='just another tuesday.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115962009937569036</id><published>2006-09-30T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:08:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very looong weekend.</title><content type='html'>After several text marathons and group messages regarding the pushing through of classes and other scheduled activities despite brownouts due to the typhoon, everything scheduled from last Thursday until tomorrow was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday: Classes were called off.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (today): No NSTP Session. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Finals in PhilGames (to be held supposedly at the Sunken Garden at UPD) to be rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all those suspensions and cancellations (and the fact that I don't have classes on Wednesdays), I had almost a week off. A five-day vacation to be exact. Which was good actually since it made us free from schoolworks. What's not so good though is a a day back in school. I have this feeling that all our lessons will be fast paced due to the two days lost. Good luck to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had grocery at Rob this afternoon. Eversince SM Lipa opened, Rob Lipa isn't that crowded anymore. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hayyy. Mga tao talaga. Basta bago eh.. lol. Halos pareho lang naman kasi ung makikita. -_- Mas malamig pa sa Rob since konti nga lang yung tao. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm sure pag tumagal, magsasawa rin kayo. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother says I've lost weight (or I got slimmer compared to my body before). Pictures say otherwise. I seriously need to lose weight. Even if some people out there *ehemmm* are against this little plan of mine. May God grant me the discipline I need for this plan to push through. :) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Have I mentioned before that my beloved candy bag is lost? If not, well, it is. :( I left it in RH221, our SocSci I classroom. I haven't seen it eversince. So sad. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;I suddenly remembered it. And I miss it. Good thing Micole gave me a new pouch bag which served as the brown one's replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and new layout. A very simple one. Just used two brushes. Which just shows how my designs are getting simpler by the change of layout. Oh well... I still love this layout anyway. Weee! ..and I have no plans of changing it yet. Weee ulit!!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In fairness, nakakatuwa rin pala ung color combination. &lt;/span&gt;I just have to set aside the fact that purple and gold are the signature colors of LA Lakers. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115962009937569036?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115962009937569036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115962009937569036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115962009937569036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115962009937569036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-looong-weekend.html' title='very looong weekend.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115953278042220836</id><published>2006-09-29T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:24:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milenyo, milenyo, what did you do?</title><content type='html'>Never had I seen SLEX like that. Never had we driven along SLEX with sights like those we've seen. Never had we spent 6 hours of traveling/driving just from Manila to Lipa or vice versa. That was, until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed from our condo unit at around 10am. It was already raining and even before we left our unit, the wind was already strong. It was even whistling through one of our  unit's doors. There were no floods on the streets yet. There was slight traffic along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on the Skyway, we could feel the strong wind. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Para ngang liliparin yung kotse namin eh.&lt;/span&gt; Further through our drive, we found out that most of the billboards were torn. Including the Pancake House billboard near Metropolis which Coi teases me about. Upon passing by the Filinvest exit, traffic came about. We saw more conked-out billboards. Aside from those... Uprooted trees. Scattered leaves. Broken branches. Wrecked road signs. Those were the sights along SLEX. If you thought the sights were bad enough, well, you're wrong. We drove against Milenyo. Yes, against the typhoon itself. How can I say so? Well, it just came to a point that we realized that we were in the eye of the typhoon. There was this span of time, a few minutes I may say, that the sun was sort of out and there was slight rain. After that span of time, there we were again in an almost "zero visibility" atmosphere, accompanied by strong wind and rain. For more or less an hour, we (or should I say our car) literally did not move. What's worse about our being idle for that certain hour was not having any signal from any of our mobile phones. So yes, our messages came delayed. We had a hard time sending messages and calling. There were more unusual sight and experiences. I just can't remember them all and tell them in here in detail. Anyway, to make the long story of our 'Milenyo experience' short, we got home at around 3:40pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six long hours... How is that for a trip back home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the destruction brought about by the typhoon Milenyo are in my multiply, inside the album whose title is similar with this post's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115953278042220836?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115953278042220836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115953278042220836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115953278042220836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115953278042220836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/milenyo-milenyo-what-did-you-do.html' title='milenyo, milenyo, what did you do?'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115943192314648537</id><published>2006-09-28T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:25:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog got messed up last night. I wasn't in the mood so I wasn't able to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to alter the content since the one backed up in the pc is the old one so.... laters :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115943192314648537?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115943192314648537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115943192314648537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115943192314648537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115943192314648537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-blog-got-messed-up-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115937040092631986</id><published>2006-09-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:20:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No classes tomorrow. Thank God. &lt;br /&gt;Sana pati sa Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Dance Ko 'To Recital and Competition. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go K-Ann!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: SEx - Sinangag Express (delivery) with Kaycee and Chamie here in Astral.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon-Early Evening: Meeting with Histo Groupmates @Majo's. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Salamat Majo!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Just here. With Kuya's blockmates around. &lt;br /&gt;Now: Just me, typing away. Kuya and his friends went out to play DoTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be coming home to Lipa tomorrow morning with my parents since I won't be able to go home this weekend due to our Final exam  in PhilGames which is a sportsfest-like event to be held at the Sunken Garden at UPD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend and be hurt. Labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trish, wala lang. Loves you! Pinasaya mo ako ngayon. :) Salamat Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coi, pag may pasok sa Friday, sa Friday yung gift ko. Pag wala, sa Monday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115937040092631986?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115937040092631986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115937040092631986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115937040092631986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115937040092631986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-classes-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115910708904051593</id><published>2006-09-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:04:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small, weird world.</title><content type='html'>MOA, they say, is the biggest mall in Asia. However, the mall's size didn't stop Trish and me from seeing each other unexpectedly yesterday. Aside from Trish, we also saw relatives from my father's side whom we coincidentally saw again today in SM. Not in MOA but here in Lipa. SM Lipa.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Hayyy grabe. &lt;/span&gt;Small small world. :) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wala lang. Just sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, on the way home, I did a lot of thinking. Thoughts thoughts thoughts. Lots of those came to my mind yesterday. I realized my ultimate wish that very moment when I was staring outside the car window, when I was staring at nowhere. Hayyy. Wala lang. I'm typing nonsense again. I just thank God that I am not suicidal. But mind you, I am soooo close to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark this weekend as one of the days when I became the ever so 'resourceful' (Kaycee and Miggy, you two are the only ones who can get what I really mean here.) person that I am. I love the net. And its endless resources. One site leads to another. I learn and find out so much from it. I just wish it had limits. I just wish I limited myself from being too curious, from clicking from one page to another. I have read too much already. Sometimes I just wish I weren't too inquiring.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Hayyy. Labo ko.&lt;/span&gt; As Ronel puts it, weirddd. I'm weird. Or should I saw, confused? or...troubled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the chance to chat with my friends again. Felt good. I missed them. Even the brief conversations I had with some which contained mere hi's and goodbye's meant a lot. Thanks guys. Until next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow, we have this exam in Socsci I which I still haven't studied for. I plan on doing that tomorrow, before classes start. Like always. :) Then there's a mock final exam in Comm and I guess some exercises in Math. Gaahhd. I have a backpack full of school stuff which I haven't really touched during the weekend. I am soooo productive. NOT. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm still awake. I should have been sleeping by now... I still have to wake up at a very unreasonable hour tomorrow: at about 4:30am. Gahhdd. Sleep, Pauleen. Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115910708904051593?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115910708904051593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115910708904051593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115910708904051593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115910708904051593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-weird-world.html' title='small, weird world.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115893963672971061</id><published>2006-09-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:57:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet doding!</title><content type='html'>Look at what I got hold of upon waking up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/daga.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I get for having an older brother as my roommate. I assumed he intentionally put it beside my pillow, the area where I put my cellphone on, when he arrived the condo late that night and I was already asleep. I haven't really asked him about it and I think he was waiting for my reaction when I got out of my bed this morning. Oh well. I'll ask him later when he arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is a sticky rubber rodent who was christened with the name "Doding" by Miggy the moment he laid his eyes on it. I brought it to school and I had it with me until lunch time. Doding was instantly able to make friends with most of my blockmates. Particularly Thaz. *peace* :) He received laughs, shrieks, smiles and the like from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry (NatSci I) is really one of my favorite subjects as of the moment. I enjoy every session with our dear professor, Ma'am Yao. She never fails to amuse me with her charming tone of speaking and her "out of the blue" sense of humor. Former classmates, think Ma'am Milette Sarmiento. Only better ;). Moreover, who wouldn't love a professor who wears colored socks which match with her blouse? Last time she was in green. So, green blouse + green socks. Today, she was in yellow. Yes, yellow blouse + yellow socks. Oh, and did I mention that her yellow socks had orange flowers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the Philo exam. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish called me the last minute to invite me to watch the Simbuyo Dance Concert of the La Salle Dance Company at DLSU. Taking the jeepney instead of the LRT was a bad move. Traffic. -_- Good thing we still made it there in time. Trixie was also there with her mom. Watching the dance company perform made me miss being part of DanzZone. Then, during the 10-minute break, when we were taking pictures, someone asked us, particularly James about the dance concert --- what the concert was about, the theme of the dances etc. As James was having a conversation with the man, we laughed our asses off and we just continued clicking away. We had dinner at KFC, where we had evocative chats which lasted until closing time of the place, afterwards. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Trish, Kaycee, Chamie and James . I really enjoyed the evening with you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was Cocoi's birthday. Too bad I didn't get to greet her personally since I didn't get the chance to see her. Oh well. Still, Happy Birthday Coi! Loves you! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115893963672971061?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115893963672971061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115893963672971061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115893963672971061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115893963672971061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-doding.html' title='meet doding!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115839854431905950</id><published>2006-09-16T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:28:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday greetings.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt; Gladys Reyes - Sept 12, Carmina Reyes - Sept 12, Jemima Caringal - Sept 14, Migy Encarnacion - Sept 15, and my kuya (today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post a more sensical (yes! philo! haha) entry later. That is, after I manage to get back the hours of sleep that my Philo essay had deprived me of last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my blog entries are posted in my multiply na rin. I did the script thing I read about in Mina's blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115839854431905950?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115839854431905950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115839854431905950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115839854431905950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115839854431905950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-greetings_16.html' title='birthday greetings.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115785437081092390</id><published>2006-09-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:35:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone who can get me a ticket for tomorrow's CDC will forever be loved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115785437081092390?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115785437081092390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115785437081092390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115785437081092390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115785437081092390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/anyone-who-can-get-me-ticket-for.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115763427083964809</id><published>2006-09-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:43:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on rain+flood and some acads stuff.</title><content type='html'>Going home an hour later was an awful idea. This time, it was harder than yesterday's and the other day's. Thinking that the rain would stop (it was just starting when we were about to go home supposedly), we agreed to do an errand for a friend. It was a bad decision since after the errand, it was still raining. Hard. For the first time in my life, I walked on flooded streets. That is, flood with a capital F. The flood was almost knee deep. -_- Welcome to Manila. :) I had a hard time walking since I had to hold on to my flip flops with my fear of one of it disengaging from my foot again. Good thing it didn't. And for the second time in my college life, I came home soaking wet. Mind you, my jeans were even dripping when I set afoot on the condominium entrance. Oh, and take note: we did have an umbrella with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us in the block wore pink today for Yssa. We celebrated her birthday (which was actually yesterday, Sept 6)  today. Thank you Yssa for the food. Again, Happy Birthday! Pictures in my multiply btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for the 2nd Math Departmental exams were given out. I passed. Thank God. :) I guess Math doesn't hate me that much yet. And do hail my blockmate Thaz who got the highest score among all the exam takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual mass dance and other contests for the different year levels in our high school had just finished this afternoon, and I wasn't able to watch any of it. I envy Trish and the others who got to watch it. Oh well. There's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Trish, I am currently chatting with her in YM. Just a tip. Please do be aware that logging in your multiply account and visiting someone else's page will let the person know that you've viewed his/her pages. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang. Tapos na nga eh. Ano pang gusto mo? Pinapahirapan mo lang sarili mo. Don't make a stupid excuse na nagkataon lang na pareho ang color scheme ng multiply sites niyo. Whatever. And check your entries my dear. Be mindful of your grammar. Don't make it seem like you know it all because you just don't. Saka, ikaw, mabait??? Pwede ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is starting to ache. Again. Tsk tsk. I need to sleep. I miss the 10-hour sleep I had the other day. It was my first long decent sleep in my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quizzes in NatSci and a quiz in Philo tomorrow. Is it just me or is UP life just stressful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115763427083964809?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115763427083964809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115763427083964809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115763427083964809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115763427083964809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-rainflood-and-some-acads-stuff.html' title='on rain+flood and some acads stuff.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115740471104967429</id><published>2006-09-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:00:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my therapy.</title><content type='html'>Nothing beats an afternoon spent on campus with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 'text session' we had last night (that which gave me the headache and the easy-to-get-teary eyes I had all day long), Kaycee and I, being the I-prefer-not-to-decide type of girls that we are, spent the afternoon away chatting near the oble and then in the GAB canteen. It was a good break after all the post-class Rob walks. Talking about anything, jumping from topic to topic, from person to person, felt really nice. It has been time since we last did that kind of talk. In times when I just can't keep things to myself, Kaycee is the answer. A message from her, whether it be anti- or pro- my perplexed thoughts, just makes me feel a whole lot better, and I simply love her for that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you Kays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, this had been a day of blunders. From simply getting tripped because of some deformation on the ground, to *insert addjective which describes a swimming gesture here* arms because of trying to maintain my balance due to an I-almost-slipped incident... From leaving a flipflop in the middle of the street while trying to cross the from CAS to the other street as the heavy rain was pouring and as a car was approaching to riding the condominium elevator with soaked clothes (FYI, I was in a white shirt) and hair... The list of my foolish and careless acts just goes on. I just am that stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blockmates and I had a "Kettle Corn experience" during lunch break. As Da and Micole were in the supermarket, Kaycee chose to purchase a pack of Kettle Corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Kaycee was waiting for her bag of popcorn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat: Mahilig kayo sa Kettle Corn noh?&lt;br /&gt;Pols: Si Kaycee lang&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Mas gusto ko yung Holy Kettle Corn&lt;br /&gt;Pols and Miggy: Ako rin&lt;br /&gt;*Kettle Corn lady strikes us a stare*&lt;br /&gt;The four of us looks at each other. Kat, Pols and Miggy trying to suppress their laughter. Silence reigns as the three of us tries to gradually sneak away from the Kettle Corn booth...&lt;br /&gt;Kaycee gets her bag and off we went. We laughed our asses off after there was no trace of the Kettle Corn booth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. If you've come to think of it, this day has basically been good. Really good. Except for one thing. This day just didn't end up as well as expected. Oh well. So here I am, typing away... for using the computer and/or surfing the net is part of my therapy. This is part of my therapy. All I need now is sleep and my therapy's complete. So I guess I just have to go and rest. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Math Departmental Exams tomorrow. Wish us luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115740471104967429?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115740471104967429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115740471104967429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115740471104967429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115740471104967429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-therapy.html' title='my therapy.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115728026607060675</id><published>2006-09-03T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:32:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He's very down to earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the one line Micole, one of my dear blockmates, said on her myx interview after her 'Date with Gerald Anderson' which I just watched. Lucky girl, eh? The date is what she get after getting Gerald's cd as a gift for her friend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;Just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Micole ha. I sacrificed finishing watching the UP-UE game just to wait for you to come out on tv. Weee. Love you micole! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I posted just to let you guys know that new pictures are in my multiply. Wala lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115728026607060675?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115728026607060675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115728026607060675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115728026607060675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115728026607060675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-very-down-to-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115726753502259954</id><published>2006-09-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:06:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nstp notes.</title><content type='html'>I told Kaycee I'd post this here. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules in Resolving a Conflict:&lt;br /&gt;1. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make rules in handling conflict confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the "I" message.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and here's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very important&lt;/span&gt; reminder:&lt;br /&gt;In conflict resolutions, &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; involve other parties or a third person not qualified to to handle the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my only notes from yesterday's NSTP session. I did have other "notes" though. I'll post pictures of them later when I get the chance to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I badly want to change my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ryan Aradanas and Irene Dimailig (whose debut I attended last night) yesterday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115726753502259954?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115726753502259954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115726753502259954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115726753502259954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115726753502259954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/nstp-notes.html' title='nstp notes.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115668733153621570</id><published>2006-08-27T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:36:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up north.</title><content type='html'>Ilocos, there we came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so far one of my best trips ever.&lt;br /&gt;That is, minus the evacuation-center-like rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else about the trip is great.&lt;br /&gt;Especially our block bonding activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my block.&lt;br /&gt;Block 17 rocks! Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to be uploaded both in the block's multiply and in my multiply when I get time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten a decent sleep for the past three days so I might as well end this entry at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115668733153621570?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115668733153621570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115668733153621570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115668733153621570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115668733153621570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/up-north_115668733153621570.html' title='up north.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115642571586918147</id><published>2006-08-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:21:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings.</title><content type='html'>It's funny (and weird) how fast my mood shifts to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, just before I fell asleep, I was the complete opposite of what my previous post states. So yes, this morning (until the afternoon actually) I felt like crap. I almost recovered my oh-so-good mood because of my blockmates and Math 11. Oh well. Thank God for Kaycee's connivance. Now, everything's pretty much fine again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Histo tomorrow. I wish Philo would be moved to our 10:00am slot. That way, our classes will have finished before lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115642571586918147?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115642571586918147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115642571586918147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115642571586918147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115642571586918147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115634141124283885</id><published>2006-08-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:57:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang.</title><content type='html'>babala: sabog ang post na toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang araw na ito ay masaya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ko nga palang makapanood ng game sa ninoy kanina.&lt;br /&gt;sbc-pcu.&lt;br /&gt;panalo beda. go beda! haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. pagod ako. maaga pa ako bukas dahil sa pe.&lt;br /&gt;kaya naman... bbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115634141124283885?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115634141124283885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115634141124283885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115634141124283885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115634141124283885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115607220397071134</id><published>2006-08-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:10:42.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 92px" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Scar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 92px" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Scarr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;That is what I got from walking through the Philippine General Hospital sidewalk. Yes, a scar. On my right arm to be exact. Talk about being careless. I obtained it yesterday, after NSTP class. I need to be more careful and attentive especially of loose metals-slash-wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past weeks have been packed with activities and school works which brought me to some realizations. One of which is: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bawal sa UP ang tamad. &lt;/span&gt;You won't survive if you won't pick your ass up and start working. After all, it is the University of the Philippines. We, UP students, aren't Iskolars ng Bayan for nothing. The effort we exert in studying serves as the amount we pay back to the people (oh, and yes, you are one of them) who fund our education. This just leads me to one sad conclusion: the easy going attitude I had during high school just won't work out in college. No more spoon feeding from the teachers (or should I say professors?). The cramming I've learnt to love doing will, I'm afraid, not help me. Is this a sign for the *ehem* nerd in me to unleash itself? Hmmm. Well, I don't think so. Not yet. Haha. ;) I still am surviving anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and college still is college. College = freedom. College = choices. It has to be enjoyed. Else, it will simply fly by without me realizing it. That's why I never fail to make room for gimmicks and get-togethers. As for the pictures for the get-togethers, just drop by my multiply site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had my first LRT/MRT ride alone. I chanced upon Karen and Krisi in the UN Avenue Station, and we ended up riding the same car. I rode the other end of the car though. A few steps into the inside of the car and there was Ayen. Coincidentally, she was also in the same car and we were both going off at the Edsa Station. So basically, I wasn't really alone. Anyway, it was a good thing that I wasn't carrying much. I had a hassle-free ride and walk, and I eventually got to meet up with my parents at Glorietta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I happen to see Cocoi around a lot lately. Particularly in Rob, that is. (duh. where else?) How can I not recognize her signature ever-so-long hair? Hmm. Not that seeing her is a bad thing. It's actually really nice to bump into her every once in a while. Oh well. I guess I just miss hanging out with her. &lt;em&gt;Yaan mo Coi, malapit na rin tayong maging not-so-loaded pareho. Weee! Get-together na toh. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is officially my buddy during my early-mornings-before-exam-day study sessions. Haha. Yes, I haven't completely given up cramming. I just can't do that. Oh well. Hmm. Contrary to what most people think, coffee doesn't boost my adrenaline up, thus, making my brain cells work. It's the drinking that keeps me up. So basically, giving me something to drink will keep me up. It's just that I find coffee as the most appropriate drink for this particular task. Going back to my study session, this is my routine: I wake up. I start studying at around 4am. And the rest is simply history. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of history, I need to study for our long exam in Histo on Tuesday. Aside from that, I have this paper in Chemistry (our prof met us last friday for the first time. she seemed nice btw) which is equivalent to a 15-point quiz to start and finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115607220397071134?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115607220397071134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115607220397071134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115607220397071134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115607220397071134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/reality-check.html' title='reality check.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115565078586778990</id><published>2006-08-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T08:14:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no prof = no classes.</title><content type='html'>Not one of our professors showed up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First meeting in Chemistry and our prof didn't meet us. One down. We took pictures, practiced our cheers and ate snacks to kill the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to rain and traffic, our Histo prof won't be able to arrive school on time so after 30 minutes and her being stuck in traffic, we were dismissed by her co-faculty. Two down. Picture galore first before having lunch at Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Sir Tutuy *lol* didn't arrive. So yes, that's the third prof down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. As for the free time we had because of these so-called "free cuts"... we went to Gbox! :D Videoke + picture galore! :D I can't remember the other songs. Basta, nagspice girls kami! :D Haha. It was just too bad that the block wasn't complete. There were about 5 of us who weren't able to join us in Gbox. Oh well. There's always a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in my multiply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll have our departmental exam in NatSci, and as usual, I haven't studied yet. May God help me again. Wish me luck. College is not making my habits any bettter. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, our block has a multiply account as well. Weee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp2010.multiply.com"&gt;http://sp2010.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Block 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ishi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I just end this entry with a quote,&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever you feel like studying, simply lie down until the feeling goes away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayos ba? Ayos yan! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115565078586778990?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115565078586778990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115565078586778990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115565078586778990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115565078586778990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-prof-no-classes.html' title='no prof = no classes.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115460404646975229</id><published>2006-08-03T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:06:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty stomach.</title><content type='html'>Yes, my stomach is empty. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten anything since this morning except for a piece of bread and  a pack of chocolates. Maltesers to be exact. And I blame it all to my fever (?) or is it more proper to call it colds? Anyway... so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obtained two wounds during PE this morning. One on each of my hands, making it seem like someone attempted to nail me or something. Tsk. I got them from the first game we played.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hatakan naman kasi ung game. Eh ako ung nasa dulo. So yun. Ako ang palaging nagdadagasa. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;That game reminded me though that even if I'm sick and all, would you believe that I was still able to beat a shiftee classmate of ours in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatakan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know some of my upperclassmen after classes. And you know what? I really am loving SP! :D Want to know why? Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mag-SP ka para malaman mo. :&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of exams had been taken by our block. Don't ask about the results. Even I don't want to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rest. Badly. Still suffering from fever/colds/whatever this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115460404646975229?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115460404646975229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115460404646975229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115460404646975229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115460404646975229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/empty-stomach.html' title='empty stomach.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115400278647797090</id><published>2006-07-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:35:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my candy bag.</title><content type='html'>Before anything else...&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/%7Esilvertides" target="_blank"&gt;Czarina Asperilla&lt;/a&gt; and Jordan Diaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/%7Esilvertides" target="_blank"&gt;Czar&lt;/a&gt; is my future rally buddy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diba &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/%7Esilvertides" target="_blank"&gt;Czar&lt;/a&gt;? ;) Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I was sulking because I thought my little candy bag was left in the cinemas when we watched Sukob yesterday. I thought it would be lost forever. :( The moment I saw my blockmates in the OUR where we met before our career symposium, I immediately told them about the unfortunate fate my candy bag has just gone through. I was saying "nawawala ang candy bag ko..." in a very depressing tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes simple things like a candy bag can make or break my aura for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? It just did! As I was thinking for another thing to type on my Histo reaction paper, my eyes came upon a familiar brown pouch bag. I almost shouted "OMG! ang candy bag ko!!!" but hesitated on doing so since Kuya was around and I was sure that he'd snicker once I do that. I just did a silent shout with an all-teeth-showing smile. Yes! My candy bag was alive after all! Apparently, it got concealed by my sloppy Kuya's jacket. I just couldn't express how glad I was with the sight of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention that my all-purpose alcohol was inside the bag, too? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/pauleen_de_grano/lesports.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had a career symposium on the conference room of the NEDA building. We now were opened to the career opportunities we'll have. We now were opened to how we'll possibly end up after graduation. It helped me in a way. Most of us had a delusion though. Speech Pathology was no pre-med course. I mean, sure, it can help you with your being a physician, exposing you to different situations and the like. But the course is just actually for the profession itself, Speech Pathology/ist. Oh well. It didn't stop me from my plans. There's still a big possibility that I'll take up Medicine after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our Philo exam. 50 items + Identification = Memorization. Wish me luck. May God help me. I only plan on studying after I've watched my customary tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for some reason, I was incited to edit my Friendster profile. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115400278647797090?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115400278647797090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115400278647797090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115400278647797090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115400278647797090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-candy-bag.html' title='my candy bag.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115387059908676719</id><published>2006-07-26T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:41:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the rain didn't stop us from going to the SM Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place: &lt;br /&gt;Maryville.&lt;br /&gt;Got the chance to meet up with Anne who was meeting Aika at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: &lt;br /&gt;Myk + Ana + Arik + Trish + Mags + Chamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What:&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream @ Scoopery.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball @ Timezone. (Myk+Arik+Ana lost :P while Mags+Chamie's pair were the highest scorers.)&lt;br /&gt;Merienda @ Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jaika. Got lost. Hunt for Mykel's bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at around 7pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com target=_blank&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else? No more suspension of classes. Aww, the sadness. :( Haha. The two days of no classes were something I was very much grateful for. Especially the second one. Our exam in Philo, which apparently I haven't studied for, was rescheduled on Friday. *cheers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Simulation exam in Math 11 at 10am. I would have been in Lipa by now if it weren't for this exam. Oh well. If I would have been I Lipa, I wouldn't have gone to MOA yesterday. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115387059908676719?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115387059908676719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115387059908676719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115387059908676719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115387059908676719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115374825503782049</id><published>2006-07-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:49:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand how others find pleasure in making up stories about others. Tsk. I don't see her intentions in doing so either. Tsk. I notice that she does get benefits from it though. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still haven't gotten the time and peace of mind to study for Philo. &lt;br /&gt;May God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115374825503782049?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115374825503782049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115374825503782049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115374825503782049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115374825503782049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115361958849650884</id><published>2006-07-23T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:57:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, I can't login to YM. Wah! &lt;br /&gt;Omk. This cannot be happening. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys, I know you cant relate. Wah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Because of this, I might actually use my afternoon time to study for our exam in Philo.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study for Philo. I left my notes in Manila. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I guess I'll just watch DVDs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, after I upload pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Weee! I found the card reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com" target=_blank&gt;Click! Click! Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115361958849650884?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115361958849650884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115361958849650884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115361958849650884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115361958849650884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-some-reason-i-cant-login-to-ym.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115357801201995082</id><published>2006-07-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:55:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://drawmyworld.blogspot.com target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/wait.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting for nothing... &lt;br /&gt;Should I stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for the time we got to sleep last night --- around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for my three hours of sleep last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for the early dismissal we had at our NSTP session this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for the number of albums I have to add to my multiply but can't because I can't find the card reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three are the senses I wish I can disown right now. I want to stop seeing. I want to stop hearing. I want to stop feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for the number of times you said good night for two consecutive nights last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for this third time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is a charm. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Ehemmm Ronel! :P Jk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here again in Lipa. And I think I'm having a migraine. Probably because of lack of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change is inevitable. Change is constant."&lt;br /&gt; --  Benjamin Disraeli  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, change, change. &lt;br /&gt;I long for it as much as I despise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edit (072306): Kaya three hours lang tulog ko the other night is because Kaycee+Jula slept over at the condo. So yes, we had a sleepover. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115357801201995082?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115357801201995082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115357801201995082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115357801201995082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115357801201995082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/three_22.html' title='three.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115332208642266977</id><published>2006-07-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:33:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:1</title><content type='html'>The ratio of my hair to that of a normal person’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, according to the Jojie, a hairstylist in David’s Salon, SM Makati Branch. He said that cutting my hair was like cutting the hair of three persons. Haha. Oh well. Thanks to him my hair is now a little less dense. :) I like my new haircut actually. I’ll post pics of it tomorrow when our block goes through another picture galore session in one of our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another day out. &lt;br /&gt;The targeted places? National Museum + Glorietta. My buddy? Who else but Kaycee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Museum. Three words. Walk. Walk. And walk. Haha. Seriously, there wasn't much to look at at the museum. Well, for the building we went into, that is. Some of the pieces inside were really cool though. I guess I just expected something more... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at KFC Rob afterwards. It was an hour late for lunch already so we were in our :@) modes. Supposedly, we were to stay in NEDA Bldg for this CAMP thing. However, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala kaming blockmates na naabutan dun. &lt;/span&gt; So, we settled to parting ways already. Cha went home. Ayen attended her practice. While Kaycee and I decided to go on with our Glorietta plan and meet up with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorietta. Met up with mom at SM. My more-than-two-hours haircut + Kaycee's pedicure at David's Salon. Late merienda/early dinner at Sbarro. Baked ziti! :D Split up with my parents. Shopping. :D :D :D Kaycee's "misadventure". Trip back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at roof top with Theresa. Very cold water. Brrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at condo. Rest + TV + PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if all the parts after the Glorietta part wasn't much detailed. I'm just too tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we have this test in Socsci tomorrow. Wish me luck! I don't know what to study. So yes, I haven't studied yet. Haha. Wish me luck again! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115332208642266977?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115332208642266977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115332208642266977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115332208642266977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115332208642266977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/31.html' title='3:1'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115321528610461728</id><published>2006-07-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:39:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless.</title><content type='html'>Correction: Make that voice-less. Haha! Well, not literally, of course. But boy, does my throat hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason: spending the afternoon with pasaway blockmates, shouting our lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our block, all freshman blocks actually, got excused from their afternoon classes by the Tau Omega Mu Fraternity, to give way to Mindbreakers, a program the frat has sponsored for several years now. Too bad our block, together with other blocks from CAMP, had to leave the program early due to -put proper term here- in the LRC. Our preparations (e.g. balloons, blue+pink crepe paper headbands, banners, cheers etc.) were sort of put to waste because of that. I still love my block anyway. &lt;3 Block 17! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest of our block was attending that something in the LRC, I, Kaycee, Miggy, Majo, Mykel, Ryan, and Katrina stayed in the Little Theatre where the Mindbreakers was taking place. We had to monitor the tallies for the Mr and Ms Mindbreaker, plus, cheer for Czar and Danielle who represented us in the quiz show. Our all-out support to our block was surely evident. We even got to be one of the candidates for the loudest block, beating some other complete blocks, despite our "representative" block members. Btw, that's representative because each of the six of us represented 5 members from our block, completing the 30 members our block comprises of. We didn't win, of course, but again, let me tell you that we were one of the spirited contenders of the Nursing block, which garnered the loudest block award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and unfortunately, I left my camera in Lipa. So, no pictures for now. :( I might steal some from Miggy and post it here though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol: Congrats to Miggy Manguiat, Mr. Mindbreaker of AY 2006-2007! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edited: 9:06pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from our condo lobby. Another hour of my time was spent exercising my vocal chords. So much for my hurting throat. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an SMS from K-ann informing me that she's in our lobby, so I went down. She was with Bebe, her blockmate, who lives here in Astral too and who happens to be the brother of my kuya's former roommate. Get the picture? Anyway, so there. I then found out that they weren't able to witness the madness we had shown in the Little Theatre this afternoon. I narrated those that happened at the Mindbreakers thing just so they can tell something to their blockmates tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: Tumakas sila kanina para magDOTA, so oo, hindi sila umattend nung Mindbreakers.&lt;/span&gt; I kept on telling them stories despite the feeling I had because of my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Nothing beats time spent with friends, chatting the night away, anyway. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115321528610461728?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115321528610461728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115321528610461728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115321528610461728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115321528610461728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/speechless.html' title='speechless.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115280462545694411</id><published>2006-07-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:43:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred sixty-four.</title><content type='html'>The number of pictures taken for today. Only. Would you believe that? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the bonding highschool friends encompass when collaborated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my barkada's first year anniversary. What started as a made-up family tree ended up as an endearing, high-spirited and picture-loving group of paradoxical people now referred to as Pamilyang Kurikong. :) I need not further explain all those that  group has gone through. All I know is that we're happy. We're very happy having each of us around. I love you guys! :D and to our group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all have another blessed year ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, here are some other shout outs for two of the great girls I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jula Ornedo and Alex Pierson! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you and hang out with you guys soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the greetings...&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how ideas just sometimes randomly come up, that they sometimes never run out. Things went out just like that when we spent almost half of our time together simply taking pictures of us, with the camera in timer mode. Actually, more than half of the 164 pictures taken contained the same faces, in the same spot. We had this version, that version, and many more versions! Talk about vanity, but hey, we're bored. Besides, why bring the camera if it won't be used? :P  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kawawa na nga ang camera ko. Mahal na mahal ko pa man din yun kahit may topak! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is practically a day of rain, rain, and more rain. Kaycee and I even got drenched on our way to Vito Cruz earlier before lunch. It was all worth it anyway. One can easily get himself/herself dry, but nothing beats getting together with friends whom you missed being with a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and pictures in &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com target=_blank&gt;my mutiply&lt;/a&gt;, as always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psst. Anne + Len. Sayang. Di tayo nagkasama kanina. Pero at least, nakita ko si Anne. Next time! Yaan niyo. Prov tayo! Weee! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115280462545694411?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115280462545694411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115280462545694411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115280462545694411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115280462545694411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-hundred-sixty-four.html' title='one hundred sixty-four.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115271238361220874</id><published>2006-07-12T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:41:47.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blunder-ful day.</title><content type='html'>A day of bloopers is day of adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami ng Katipunan ni Kaycee kanina. Binisita namin ang mga taga-Katipunan (ADMU+UPD students). Tamang tama pang birthday ni Camyl kaya naman kahit paggising ko ay halos bumabagyo na, tumuloy pa rin kami. Pero bago ko ituloy, commercial muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Camsss! Maligayang bati sa pagdidiwang ng iyong araw ng kapanganakan! &lt;br /&gt;Weee! Disisiyete ka na! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time kong pumunta ng Katipunan ng byahe. Iba na talaga ang naidudulot sakin ng college. Sa kabila ng malakas ang ulan, nakaabot kami ng Katipunan at nakauwi rin naman ng ligtas. Yun nga, ligtas nga kaming nakauwi. Pero, shempre, hindi maiiwasan ang ilang simpleng mga kapahamakan na nagdulot ng mga hadlang. Ngunit, hindi naman talaga naging hadlang ang mga ito sapagkat sa katotohanan ay pinasaya pa lalo ng mga hadlang ng ito ang kabuuan ng araw na ito. Tawagin na lang nating &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bloopers&lt;/span&gt; ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper #1 - Natamaan umano ng kidlat ang lrt track sa gitna ng Anonas at Katipunan Stations.&lt;br /&gt;Bago kami bumili ng card ni Kaycee papuntang Katipunan ay may announcement na may "technical difficulties" daw kaya naman Anonas na yung last stop. Napagdesisyonan tuloy namin ni Kaycee na magtaxi na lang from Anonas to Katipunan para sure kami na makakarating kami dun. :) Medyo matagal ung pagdating nung tren, kasi nga, gawa siguro nung konting difficulty. Pagdating namin dun, eh kakaalis lang nung tren kaya naman wala ng tao. Aba! Eh inabot na kami na halos mapuno yung waiting area hanggang dumating ung tren. Pero, bago yun, nagulat ako dahil nakita ko yung kaklase namin sa Math 11. Sa Santolan dapat siya bababa. Pero dahil hanggang Anonas nga lang, naluge siya ng P1. Kwentuhan dito. Kwentuhan dyan. Mabait naman pala siya. Hindi kasi ganun ang impression namin sa kanya. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looks can really be deceiving&lt;/span&gt;, ika nga. At dahil nalaman niyang hindi namin alam ang daan pag nag-Anonas kami, sinabi niyang ihahatid niya kami hanggang Katipunan. Nilibre pa niya kami ng pamasahe sa dyip. Bukod dun, hinatid pa niya kami sa Mcdo, at hinintay pa na dumating si Mitch na siya naming tatagpuin dun. Ambait noh? Blooper #1 resolved! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper #2 - Nagkaroon ng puti ang buhok ko.&lt;br /&gt;In short, may instant white hair ako. :P Joke lang! Pero nagmukha nga siyang puting buhok -_-. Nalagyan ng pintura ung buhok ko kasi inaayos ung tinitirahan nila James. Nagpipintura sila atbp. Dahil sa wala akong pakealam, hayun! Wala akong kamalay-malay na may pintura na pala buhok ko. May nagsabi na lang bigla sakin, nung nasa Mcdo na kami, na ano daw yung nasa buhok ko. Pagtingin ko, tae! Pintura pala. Tinulungan ako ni Kaycee na isa-isahin yung buhok ko para tanggalin ung pintura. Hindi na ako masyadong nagpanic. Naranasan ko na kasi dati sa Danzzone na malagyan ng pintura ang buhok ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper #3 - Ang pagkadala ng tsinelas ko sa baha.&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan ko ng mabasa ang paa ko sa putikan (Intrams 2005) at hindi kanais-nais ang feeling na naramdaman ko nun. Pati na rin ang nangyari sa mga sapatos ko. Kaya naman, mas pinili kong mabasa na lang ng diretsahan ang paa ko sa pamamagitan ng pagsusuot ng flip flops sa panahon ng tag-ulan. Nung pauwi na, umuna akong bumaba kina Pat dahil papunta silang Rob at sa Pedro Gil station sila bababa. Ako naman ay uuwi na kaya't sa UN Avenue station ako bumaba. Amp. Pagkababa ko, biglang lumakas ang ulan. So, nilabas ko ang payong ko at lakad lakad. Tumawid na ako papunta sa street na ka-align ng Astral. Nung nasa tapat na ako ng may MaSci, medyo baha na dun. Pero di super, lubog lang ung tsinelas ko. Haha. Amp. Dahil sinubukan kong magtiptoe, ayun. Natanggal tsinelas ko! Haha. Tapos twice pa nangyari. Wala lang. Pero sa kabutihang palad naman ay hindi dinala ung tsinelas ko sa kalsada. Nakadating naman ako sa condo na suot ang isang pares ng tsinelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper #4 - Si "Kuya Brian".&lt;br /&gt;Sigurado ng walang pasok bukas. Salamat sa isang article ng inquirer na makikita sa net. Naexcite ako masyado. Kaya naman, nang makatanggap ako ng sms mula kay Trish na naglalaman nung url ay todo forward ako sa blockmates ko. Nagkataon pang kachat ko nun si Micole at Miggy na parehong nagtanong sakin kung sino si Kuya Brian. At ako naman ay natanga. Ha??? Kuya Brian??? Salamat kay Miggy na pinaliwanag sakin kung sino si Kuya Brian. Yung forwarded message ko pala ay may nakalagay na "-from kuya brian" sa huli. -_- Dahil dun, nagsend muli ako ng grouptext at pinaliwanag na hindi ko naedit yung message ni Trish. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115271238361220874?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115271238361220874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115271238361220874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115271238361220874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115271238361220874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/blunder-ful-day.html' title='blunder-ful day.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115253448953458498</id><published>2006-07-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:13:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays and thursdays.</title><content type='html'>I love Mondays and Thursdays. Despite the long class hours (FYI: my classes on these days are until 4pm, compared to my 2:30pm dismissal on Tuesdays and Fridays), I have managed to like them because of the subjects we have on these days. All of which, obviously, I've been been enjoying lately. SocSci I + Math 11 + Comm I. Btw, our professors on those subjects aren't bad too! In fact, they are kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, I passed my two tests, one in grammar and one in outlining, in Comm I. *cheers* Believe me. I just hope the same thing happens on my finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes ago, I was still at UP, attending a forum about Tuition Fee Increase. One thing I don't like about those things is that it pushes me to actually be vocal about those kind of stuff. I mean, the student council is right. Each of the members of it stressed on their points regarding the issue. Most of which I were points I highly agree with. So, don't be surprised the minute you see me on tv joining some rally regarding this issue. Kidding aside, of course. I can't actually imagine myself being on the streets fighting for my, rather, for our right to education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to that forum, Kaycee and I had a snack at Razon's. Simply refer to the pictures below. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Math 11, we have finally gotten hold of the name of this quiet classmate of ours. After Mykel's guess that it was something like Kevin/Erwin, and Ayen/Yssa's (not sure on who really said it) guess which was Arvin/Ervin, we all learned, due to Kaycee's ever affable attitude, that his name was Randell. Yes, not even close to any of their guesses. Haha. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the heat here in Manila isn't making my face any clearer. Haha! I always have pimple break outs. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some random pics taken today (except for the first two)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "notes" during Philo last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car beside us at SLEX last Saturday. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Andumiii!&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own version of the pic in Ryan's cp. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scandal ba toh? &lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays + I before Math 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh09.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number + Kaycee's at Razon's, where the halo-halos are "orgasmically delicious" (-Mr. Mikee Inton, Kaycee's Comm I Prof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/bleh10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My snack. :D Yum!&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/7013588-115253448953458498?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115253448953458498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115253448953458498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115253448953458498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115253448953458498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/mondays-and-thursdays.html' title='mondays and thursdays.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115249432570538635</id><published>2006-07-09T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:18:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week that was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shezzo.blogspot.com" target=_blank&gt;Ronel&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to update this. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing really happened during the past week. Except for...&lt;br /&gt;One short exam in Math.&lt;br /&gt;A quiz in NatSci.&lt;br /&gt;Two killer diagnostic tests in Comm I. One for grammar and the other for outlining.&lt;br /&gt;Our visiting DLSL last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Bawal ang mai-putok: the water balloon relay.&lt;br /&gt;Our "nice" presentations in SocSci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but surely not the least...&lt;br /&gt;Our being invited to a sorority orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, those have been the "highlights" of the past week. I''ll just edit this in case I remember some other things which happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115249432570538635?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115249432570538635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115249432570538635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115249432570538635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115249432570538635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-that-was.html' title='the week that was.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115194215545339370</id><published>2006-07-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:01:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss them. =(</title><content type='html'>Ever since I've lived here in Manila for college, I've been sort of independent from my parents. I've learnt to go here and there without them. I've learnt to feed myself. I learnt so many new things. I guess I was so preoccupied with college that I wasn't ablt to have time to ponder about how much I miss them being around, how much I just miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, I've just finished our group's reaction paper on "The Little Prince". Most of you are probably aware already of the moral of that story, and it's all about valuing what really matters in life. I feel it's time for me to think about things right now and actually find time to show people how much I care for them. How much I am grateful for their being around. How much I wouldn't have been me if it weren't for them. How much I love them. I just don't know if you're going to be able to read this but this one's for you, mom and dad. I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't believe this video made me this sentimental. It almost made me cry. I don't know if it will turn out the same for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.paete.org/parentswish/site01/big.html&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://estrelya.org" target=_blank&gt;Hazel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm going to Lipa tomorrow after classes! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wala lang. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115194215545339370?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115194215545339370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115194215545339370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115194215545339370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115194215545339370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-them.html' title='i miss them. =('/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115176766085579686</id><published>2006-07-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:28:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new tagboard.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I put up a new one because cbox's not working properly on my kuya's computer, which I'll probably use for the next four or so years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone again here in our unit. After getting two hundred bucks from my wallet, Kuya went out to Starbucks to meet up with his blockmates. He says he doesn't have smaller bills. Oh well. I know he'll pay me back anyway. He has to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this so-called orientation for our NSTP after lunch. The facilitator got infuriated since most of us were just looking forward to packing our bags and to going home already. Well, who wouldn't? It was already around 3:30 then and the announcement said that it'll just be until 3pm. Tsk tsk. Aside from that, it was boring. We were asked to group ourselves and to propose a project, together with its mission, vision, etc. Now, would you still call that as just an orientation? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee - Vito Cruz + Torre Lorenzo --- the two places where we spent time with Trish. It was I, Kaycee, and Eruel, whom we surprisingly found following us as we were walking along Padre Faura Street, who met up with her. Chamie followed us at Jollibee. We got to meet more of her blockmates. Bonding at Trish's unit at Torre Lorenzo and at the poolside on the top floor. Everything went out smoothly except for the part where Chamie got reprimanded by the ladyguard at the lobby because of another occupant's account that we played with the elavator. But then, of course, we were guilty. Chamie was about to go home so, to lengthen his time with us, we pushed all the buttons on the elevator so as to make a stop on every floor. Wrong move. Just as Trish and Eruel finished pressing all the buttons, someone joined us in the elevator. Haha. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nalabo na tong pagkwekwento ko. &lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this. I want to sleep. Badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115176766085579686?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115176766085579686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115176766085579686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115176766085579686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115176766085579686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-tagboard.html' title='new tagboard.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115159081334572191</id><published>2006-06-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:20:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kc.</title><content type='html'>No, that's not the shortened form of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;. It's Kaycee's abridged name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, we went by Go Nuts Donuts to take out snacks. Apparently, when you order something from there, you have to wait for your name to be called. The name I gave was KC. Kaycee did the same. The two GND persons were giggling since they had to give two simultaneous orders to the someone named KC. One of them even asked if we were sisters and if we really had the same name. Which, of course, I denied. Kaycee and I ended up laughing the whole thing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thing happened to me during lunch. Someone asked me if she could have a picture with me. I get dumbfounded when things like that happen to me. Plus, Kaycee was stepping away from me, trying to supress her laughter. Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was a lot of fun. Tiring too. Fruits Basket + Lawin&amp;Sisiw + Hula Hoop Relay + Lumuwas ako... Mind game.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Ayos! :D&lt;/span&gt; SocSci wasn't bad either. Next week, we'll have presentations regarding the different ways of life in the different places here on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to: CASP Acquaintance Party - Pajamarama! CVC meeting. YFC orientation. UP Indayog workshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115159081334572191?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115159081334572191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115159081334572191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115159081334572191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115159081334572191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/kc.html' title='kc.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115150301203016129</id><published>2006-06-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:50:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loooong day.</title><content type='html'>This Wednesday is the best-spent Wednesday in my college life so far. I started my day early and I ended it late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blockmates and we, Kaycee and I, had to meet downstairs at our condo lobby for the Mr and Ms Freshie thing. Milay and Cha were the early birds. Nissan and Karen followed. Nigel was the last to come. The practice was a blast. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ansaya. :) Super!&lt;/span&gt; Nissan really doesn't fail to make someone laugh. The AWTR scene where Landon proposes to Jamie + duet - Someday We'll Know. Weee. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta, saya talaga :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talent show proper. NEDA Bldg. Too bad supporters weren't allowed inside the room where the participants were screened. More than ten of us from our block came to support Nissan and Nigel. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture galore + tambay + kwentuhan kami habang hinihintay na tawagin sina Nissan. &lt;/span&gt;Kaycee got the chance to watch the pair perform since she operated her laptop. The upperclassmen commended the pair's performance. Weee. It seems like our practice wasn't put to waste. The only thing that made the performance not-so-good was Nigel's keeping a distance from Nissan during the singing part. Still, I have my fingers crossed for them to be included in the top 10. Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some went to the LRC while other, including us, went to Rob to have a snack and hang out. After that, we parted ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaycee and I rode the LRT to Vito Cruz afterwards to meet up and have lunch with Trish at KFC. We got to meet some of Trish's blockmates. She had some tutorial to attend at school so we just brought her to the gate and off she went. On the other hand, Kaycee and I proceeded to Maryville to meet up with Len. However, since Len was having lunch, she only got to meet us after about 20 minutes. So, before that, we contacted Fule who came just before Len met us up. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta. Long story.&lt;/span&gt; We split up with Fule and his friends and went to Providence for videoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first experience to sing with my friends in a videoke room. The whole experience was a lot of fun. Bonding! :D There was this little setback though. Someone asked for our names and for my number. -_- It was really freaky, and kind of creepy. Aside from that, they stayed outside our "stall" the whole time we were singing. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-_- talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Trish before 3pm and we brought Len to CSB since she had classes to attend. Off we went to Torre Lorenzo and up to Trish's unit. :) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture galore + kwentuhan + drinks kami dun. Weee. Bonding ulit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, LRT ulit, then Rob, here we come! :) We watched Superman. Kaycee + Trish + Myk + Mags + Chamie. It was a great movie. I recommend you guys to watch it. ;) And I tell you, you won't regret it. Since it was already getting late, Kaycee and I headed home while the others stayed to have dinner with Trish's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and drained both because of school and all our "trips", Kaycee and I stayed at our unit for our Math 11 homework which was quite long. We had to solve and draw figures and stuff. Good thing we were able to finish it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115150301203016129?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115150301203016129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115150301203016129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115150301203016129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115150301203016129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/loooong-day.html' title='loooong day.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115141837011595533</id><published>2006-06-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:41:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin' block seventeen.</title><content type='html'>Block 17. The sole SP freshman block in UP. If I'm not mistaken, even in the country. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group reported during NatSci I, our first class. It was fun. Marge made two puppets. Kepler + Galileo. I was the voice behind Johannes while Sam was behind Galileo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprise test in Histo I. I didn't read the handouts given to us so I ended up guessing my answers. Good thing the test was just "Tama o Mali". Haha. My choice of answers was down to two. I'm sure that I have three correct answers. I just don't know for the other seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some room changes, we spent 1/3 of our Philo class *our prof didn't arrive, thankfully. jk* discussing about the Mr and Ms Freshie contest. Katuwa. :) Bonding ang block. Haha. Someone went up to our room twice because we were making too much noise and there was some lecture going on at the room beneath us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kaycee ay bangag after classes. She had a pictorial *with me as the photographer, of course* with the movie posters. Haha. Laughtrip. Those passing by were flashing weird looks at us. Oh well. At least we had a good laugh afterwards. Chamie was already disowning us when we were doing our silly acts. Kaycee wanted to watch Pacquiao the Movie. We ended up watching An American Haunting. It was just freaky, not really scary. Then, I went out of the theatre with reddish arms. -_- Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go. I still have errands to do for our block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pictures in &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115141837011595533?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115141837011595533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115141837011595533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115141837011595533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115141837011595533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovin-block-seventeen.html' title='lovin&apos; block seventeen.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115136489085776680</id><published>2006-06-27T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:57:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm learning.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am. In our Comm I subject, that is. &lt;br /&gt;And btw, I can't believe I'm actually enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned...&lt;br /&gt;...when and when not to use despite and inspite of&lt;br /&gt;...the American and British pronounciations of several words&lt;br /&gt;...the proper use of "at", "in", "on" and other prepositions&lt;br /&gt;...how to give apt directions&lt;br /&gt;...and many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry. I just forgot most of my "learnings". I guess I was too engrossed in checking and understanding the explanations of my prof that writing down his teachings went completely off my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of this. I am sounding too much of a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115136489085776680?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115136489085776680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115136489085776680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115136489085776680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115136489085776680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-learning.html' title='i&apos;m learning.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115115165257311671</id><published>2006-06-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:27:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clichés.</title><content type='html'>There really is no place like home. It's the only place where I get to have decent rest and sleep. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Actually, abuso nga ako eh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Today, I almost slept for a whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather flock together. It's official. I surely have the most comical friends around. As for the craziest among the bunch, Cocoi goes on top of my list. You just won't believe what she can do and what she can say. -_- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grabe. Trish, pumapangalawa ka lang kay Coi. Haha. Grabe talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I have to go. I'll edit this soon. Hopefully...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: 06.27.06&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to tell cliches *besides, i ran out of cliches too* , so I won't pattern this part from the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I got scars, two on my face to be exact, and some small ones on my arms. I also got small bruises on my legs. All of those because of my baby brother *he's already 3 btw, but i still call him a baby* Haha. He pinches incredibly leaving these marks on me. Tsk. Now, do babies seems sweet and gentle for you? I don't think so. I still love him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the tv premiere of High School Musical in the Disney Channel last Sunday. It was an "okay" movie. I don't recommend seeing the movie in the theatre though. I just hope you get what I'm trying to point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115115165257311671?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115115165257311671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115115165257311671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115115165257311671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115115165257311671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/clichs.html' title='clichés.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115088577469231423</id><published>2006-06-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:29:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SkyCable is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115088577469231423?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115088577469231423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115088577469231423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115088577469231423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115088577469231423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/skycable-is-getting-on-my-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115081575447045299</id><published>2006-06-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:22:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>euphoria.</title><content type='html'>Today I had an I-don't-know-why-but-thank-God-for-it inner bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I gave out manic laughs especially during Philo class. &lt;br /&gt;+ I took pleasure in attending all my classes.&lt;br /&gt;+ I disclosed some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kwentos &lt;/span&gt;about my life to my blockmates during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;+ I felt more secure with my blockmates, especially my lunchmates. (&lt;3 Cha, Micole, Ayen, Yssa, Ryan, and Kaycee+Mykel, of course)&lt;br /&gt;+ I saw Cocoi at Rob unexpectedly! :D (See Coi, I told you... One day we'll just bump into each other, and I suppose that day was today *duh*. lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed that I have been using much expressions verbally nowadays such as "eh?", "o?", "nyek", "sus ko", "ay nako", "tae", "sira", "engot", "ulul", and the list goes on. Also, I've been becoming quite talkative lately. Tsk. But you know what? I'm loving it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from those, I want to give my Kuya a pat on the back for he learned how to cook rice last night! Haha! It seems like I'm not the only rice cooker around here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/06-11-06_1631.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture never fails to make me sigh ...not to mention sleepy. :) &lt;br /&gt;aww. i'm missing justin btw. gudnyt!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115081575447045299?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115081575447045299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115081575447045299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115081575447045299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115081575447045299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/euphoria.html' title='euphoria.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115071528201977373</id><published>2006-06-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:37:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>id pictures.</title><content type='html'>Just a tip for those who'll be in college next year... &lt;br /&gt;Do produce a number of id pictures, 1x1 and 2x2 pics, for you'll be using/needing it a lot. Swear. :) I have already given about 5 or 7 copies of my id pictures for some school purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was our second Math 11 class and our prof still hasn't showed himself/herself up. Cha, a not-so fanatic of the subject, found herself a good reason to like the class, and actually enjoy attending it. The reason? Uhmm. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;. I, and I believe other girls too, just have to go with her "eagerness" for Math 11 classes to hold. Haha. ;) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Labo&lt;/span&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our Comm I prof and he was just not how I expected him to be. I don't know. I guess first impressions aren't always right. I just don't know. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good luck na lang samin!&lt;/span&gt; ...just like how our upperclassmen put it. :) Anyway, he started sharing to us his insights about UP students which made us a bit upset. I don't know. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta. &lt;/span&gt;In a way, he sort of favored Ateneans more than Iskos and Iskas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is this day simply tiring? I got to sleep for two or more hours before dinner and here I am, finding myself still sleepy. So there. I might as well go to sleep again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115071528201977373?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115071528201977373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115071528201977373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115071528201977373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115071528201977373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/id-pictures.html' title='id pictures.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115038341851674287</id><published>2006-06-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:47:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barefoot + 1/4 + freaking philo + cars.</title><content type='html'>barefoot = june 14.&lt;br /&gt;1/4 = june 15.&lt;br /&gt;freaking philo = june 16.&lt;br /&gt;cars = june 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos in my &lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com target=_blank&gt;multiply account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, we had no classes. Still, I woke up early to cook breakfast for Kuya. I went back to sleep right after. Woke up before 9am and made myself up because SkyCable was supposed to put up cable in our tv. Unfortunately, due to some annoying reason, it was rescheduled. Anyway, enough about that. I was waiting for Kaycee's message then since we were planning to go somewhere. I ended up dozing off just before they arrived in the condo, making them (Ana+Mags was with Kays) wait for about 10 minutes outside the condo door until I finally woke up from my nap and realized that they were already there. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a jeepney to DLSU. Mags said it was his first time to see me ride a jeepney. But actually, it wasn't. Anyway, we waited for Trish outside Torre Lorenzo where we saw Mang JR who all gave us a shock because of the way he reacted when he saw us. What made our wait for Trish more worthwhile was Ana's making up of stories. It made us, more especially me, laugh my ass off. Trish, fainally arrived and we went up 17 floors to go to her unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Maryville to meet up with Myk, Chamie, and Arik. We had lunch at Tropical Hut, then we went back to Trish's condo for some of Ana's things. Kaycee and the others were at Yellow Cab then bying pizza for Pat, James, and Mina. We split with her as soon as her order arrived and we went off for Glorietta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to ride the LRT/MRT. We almost got lost but we managed to reach SM in the end anyway. We went straight to Food Choices at G$, then went to Timezone, the one near the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tiangges&lt;/span&gt;. That's when the challenge started. The six of us were divided into three, thus producing pairs: Ana-Pols, Myk-Trish, Mags-Chamie. We played basketball. Round 1: Losers = Mags-Chamie. Winners = Ana-Pols. Round 2: Losers = Ana-Pols. Winners = Myk-Trish. Round 3: Losers = Ana-Pols. Winners = Myk-Trish. So yes, in the end, our team lost. And it was all because of Chamie. He kept on poking Ana while Ana was shooting. Tsk tsk. Oh well, at least Chamie didn't get to beat Trish and me. Haha. There was even a certain round when the scores were Pauleen=49, Trish=48, Chamie=47. In all the rounds, I was the highest scorer (60 something) while Ana was the lowest (20 something). We all had a deal that the losers would have to do a consequence. We eneded up walking barefoot from the floor below Timezone up to National Bookstore. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ayos&lt;/span&gt;! We parted ways at the lrt where Trish, Myk, and Chamie went down at the Vito Cruz Station while Mags, Ana and I descended at the Pedro Gil Station. Ana brought me to the condo while Mags parted ways at this street where he rides a jeepney to Pandacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Our first actual day of classes. We had to go to school early for PE only to find out that our professor's not around. One prof down. We just had to sign our names and we were off. We ended up going back to CAMP instead and hanging out with out blockmates. Our next class was at 10am and we went to UP at around 7am. We bummed around for three freaking hours because we had no place else to go because Rob was still closed. First class was SocSci I. Prof Del Mundo. We wouldn't have had classes if we were from CAS, but since we were from CAMP, we had classes. It wasn't a formal class anyway. We just had the introductions, etc. Our second class was Math 11. That was after lunch. As expected, our prof didn't arrive. So, two down. Our prof in Comm 1 didn't arrive as well. Three down. She left us a homework though. We had to read a whole chapter about paragraphs. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. NatSci1 was our first class. We thought we were going to be late since it was already minutes past 7 when we arrived the room. Good thing our blockmates were still outside the room, meaning: the class hasn't started yet. First sem = Physics. We had groupings for a reporting. Sam C. and Margielyn were my groupmates. After that was freaking Philo. Our prof arrived 5 minutes before the 30 minutes after the scheduled time of start of class. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Labo ba? Basta.&lt;/span&gt; We should have just left even if 30 minutes haven't passed yet. Oh well. We ended up being divided into groups and having a discussion about what Philosophy is. What is it, btw? I mean, for you, how do you define Philosophy? Our prof left us after dividing us into groups. He said he'll be doing some research in the library. Tsk tsk. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sana talaga umalis na agad kami. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I got to watch The Lakehouse with Kaycee, Mags, Chamie, Trish, and Myk at Rob after classes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saya. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Kuya Mon arrived at around 2pm so we, Kuya and I, ended up eating a late lunch. Since Justin was with Bey+Kuya Mon, we dropped by ATC to watch Cars. Haha. It was a very nice movie. Really cute. :) Animated films never fail to amuse me. I especially liked the last part where there were imitations of the past animated films like Toy Story (which became Toy Car Story), Monsters Inc. (which became Monster Cars Inc.) and the like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if the thursday, friday, and saturday parts weren't in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I got to mee some of my upperclassmen. They were very accomodating, I tell you. I can't wait for the acquaintance party and meet my buddy. Weee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my first week in UP.&lt;br /&gt;It can be a little tiring, but it sure is a lot of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Happy Fathers Day to all the dads out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115038341851674287?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115038341851674287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115038341851674287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115038341851674287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115038341851674287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/barefoot-14-freaking-philo-cars.html' title='barefoot + 1/4 + freaking philo + cars.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115037100858343099</id><published>2006-06-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:36:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just edit this later.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115037100858343099?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115037100858343099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115037100858343099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115037100858343099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115037100858343099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-much-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115021507056427306</id><published>2006-06-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:38:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day= no classes.</title><content type='html'>Yes, today's our first day of school. My first day in college. However, we didn't have any class. Why? Today's more of like an orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am-12pm today, we attended a welcome assembly for freshmen at the Philamlife Auditorium at the UN Avenue. There were intermission numbers from the university choir, the UP Manila Chorale, and the university dance troupe, UP Indayog. UP Indayog's perfomances reminded Kaycee and me of my Danz Zone days. The comparison of UP Diliman's facilities to UP Manila's "very own" facilities charmed me. :) Each college was recognized. So was each course. The different deans and other officials were presented. There was also this suprise "number", or should I say mini rally, in the middle of the assembly which we found alarming. Haha. Oh, and I finally got to hear the UP Hymn. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/IMG_1703.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending our time to get to know our blockmates first, we (Pols+Kays+Myk+Chamie) met up with high school friends from UST (Ana+Mags+Jondy) by pulling out from our respective blocks during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college orientation started an hour late. So I suppose we were dismissed an hour or more later, too. We got to see some of our upperclassmen during the afternoong orientation. Teachers of the different courses were also introduced. Student manuals were given out to us. Besides those, a lot of other useful information were shared to the CAMP freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this day memorable weren't those college-related stuff. All those in between the assembly and orientations were the things which really plunked fun into this not-so-ordinary day. &lt;br /&gt;+++ Rain walks. We walked in the rain more than twice. None of us brought umbrellas and most of the roads we were in were "one way" (the direction was opposite the direction we're bound for), so we ended up not taking any ride and soaking ourselves in the downpour.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Bloopers. This one's meant for Kaycee who gave us a hearty laugh during a very rainy moment. From the AVR, we used the fire exit. The steps were kind of small so Kaycee ended up slipping her butt down. A few minutes after getting up, she falls down again. We were laughing our asses off as upperclassmen (?) were looking at us from the room across the exit. They must have thought we were idiots for our shameful actions. She gained bruises, big and purple-ish/blue-greenish ones, from that fall.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Ear deco. That's what Mags got after having his haircut at Bench Fix Salon. He had a band aid on his right ear.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Siguro medyo gets niyo na kung bakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;+++ Payong. Ang mahal na pala ng payong, ano? Ang lakas kasi ng ulan pagkatapos nung orientation nung hapon kaya naman dapat bibili kami. Kaso at least 200php ata ung meron sa department store. Eh meron na naman kaming mga payong. Naiwan lang sa kanya-kanyang dorm/condo. Kaya, di na lang kami bumili. Paglabas rin naman namin eh nawala na ang ulan. Lol. Hindi nga lang pala kami ang nagplanong bumili ng payong. Pati ang dalawang Sam na blockmate namin. Haha. Pero di rin ata sila bumili. Mahal nga kasi. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ Friendliness. Who wouldn't find the utter affability of the upperclassmen sort of amusing? Haha. *ehem ehem* I know it didn't make sense. I just can't explain further. Just go figure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have no scheduled classes. I'm free! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115021507056427306?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115021507056427306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115021507056427306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115021507056427306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115021507056427306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-no-classes.html' title='first day= no classes.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-115012053837826707</id><published>2006-06-12T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:41:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haha. Andrama ng title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kuya left a few minutes ago to go to Rob (condo not the mall). I didn't ask why, so yes, I'm currently alone in our unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up doing most of the chores here in our unit since I want to kill time. There's just not much to do around here. Good thing Kaycee's (with Tetet) just around the corner, literally, to keep me company. I just need to take a few steps, knock, and I'm with her already. That's because she's on the same building and floor as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today's the last day of my vacation, I'd like to look back on how my summer had been. So far, this had been the best summer ever! lol. I've been to two particular places: NY + Boracay. Aside from that, I was able to catch up with most of my closest friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York. &lt;br /&gt;Stayed here for three weeks. Going here made me appreciate a lot more of things in life, from material ones (flowers, pets, ice cream, paintings... lol) to not-so-material ones (family, friends, people, values...). &lt;br /&gt;+++ HKIA, Manhattan, Fairview (apt), and other places display a wide and beautiful array of flowers. Wala lang. I wasn't fond of flowers before, but after that, I began valuing the beauty it brings to our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Krissie. Ate Karen's pet. Such an adorable and sweet poodle. I want one just like her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Ice cream. I remember a certain someone saying that ice cream tastes best when eaten during cold weather. I can attest to that for for almost two weeks, we had ice cream every night. Dulce de Leche + Butter Pecan. Yum! :D Aside from that, ice cream galore with Glads+Ate Gayle+Kuya Sherman at Cold Stone-Times Square and with Bey at Hershey's-Atlantic City. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Si Glads lang nakaubos nung Cold Stone samin. I wasn't able to finish mmy waffle. Amin kasi ni Glads ung largesize. Then, Kuya Sherman had the medium sized one while Ate Gayle had the small one. Di rin nila naubos. -_- Si Glads lang talaga. Haha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ Paintings. Who wouldn't learn to be glad about paintings when one spends more than a week visiting different museums? Aside from learning to appreciate, I also became aware of the numerous beautiful paintings existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed here for five days and four nights with my family. White sand, sunset, clear water... Paradise. :)&lt;br /&gt;+++ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang mahal ng food dito.&lt;/span&gt; -_- I suggest you guys eat at Pier One. Eating there may seem pricey, but it's actually not. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mura na dun compared sa iba.&lt;/span&gt; Don't forget to try the fruit shakes. Wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;+++ Aside from that, don't waste your time in Bora and do all those you want to do, so you won't end up regretting having not to do something. Like me. I wasn't able to have a henna tattoo put on my skin, and I regret that. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with my vacation. Let's talk about yours. How did yours go? &lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mang-interview ba naman daw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, going back to my being here in the condo...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my first attempt to cook rice was successful! Weee. :D&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/17.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/17.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be full of welcome assemblies + orientations. Good thing Kuya will be going with me to the Philamlife Auditorium. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Di ko alam kung san yun eh. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;He's also an incoming freshman. In med school, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ttfn! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to us, students who'll be going to school tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga schoolmates/classmates na andito rin sa Manila... Kita kits! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, ung messages niyo sa tagboard ay di ko nakikita for some reason. Di ko maayos. So, if you have something to tell me, IM/text me or leave a comment. :) Di rin nga pala kita ung ibang cbox dito sa pc na toh. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-115012053837826707?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115012053837826707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=115012053837826707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115012053837826707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/115012053837826707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-alone.html' title='all alone.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114994799450236612</id><published>2006-06-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:01:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pahabol.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Kahit super haba na nun ay may nakalimutan pa pala ako dun. May natutunan ako kahapon mula kay Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nio ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shempre hindi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...na may number pala ung ketchup sachets ng Mcdo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinakamasarap daw dun ay ung may number 3. Then 2. Then 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo ata yun. Kasi sabi pa ni Danielle eh according daw un sa taste test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, ayos diba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari sari natututunan ko sa blockmates ko. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Ansaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, pinasaya ako ng &lt;a href=http://pinkenorange.multiply.com target=_blank&gt;multiply account ni Trish&lt;/a&gt;. Click niyo yan. Masisiyahan rin kayo! Weeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114994799450236612?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114994799450236612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114994799450236612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114994799450236612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114994799450236612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/pahabol.html' title='pahabol.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114987010428651247</id><published>2006-06-09T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:33:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp. weee!</title><content type='html'>SP = Speech Pathology.&lt;br /&gt;PT = Physical Therapy.&lt;br /&gt;OT = Occupational Therapy.&lt;br /&gt;CAMP = College of Allied Medical Professions&lt;br /&gt;USC = University Student Council&lt;br /&gt;(?) = di sigurado sa isang bagay (spelling, pangalan atbp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Sabog ulit tong post na to. Pagtiyagaan niyo na lang. Haha. Maaari din kayong makabasa ng mga pangalang hindi pamilyar sa inyo. Inuulit ko. Pagtiyagaan niyo na lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-orientation kami kanina kasama ung ibang courses sa college namin. Ayos! Ansaya. Late ako. Pero kahit ganun eh nagpapasalamat ako at nalate ako dahil nakilala ko naman si Bea. PT siya at may balak rin siyang magtuloy sa med katulad ko. Dun kami napaupo sa harap. Katabi ko si Bea (sa left) + Mykel (sa right) tapos Katrina + Chamie *ehem ehem* sa right ni Myk. Pagdating namin eh kakastart pa lang kaya naman ayos lang parin. Sa loob ng dalawang oras ay nag-"talk" yung USC. na-bring up ung iba't ibang topics, na karamihan eh nagfocus sa angas daw na meron ang UP students at ung sa administration ni Gloria. Basta. Nagpa-group dynamics rin sila. Ung sit-stand na nakagapos ung braso niyo sa isa't isa. Basta, isipin niyo kung paano un. SP + PT ung palaging nauuna. Ung huling sit-stand ay lahatan na. Lahat nung nagvolunteer/pinilit ay tatayo ng sabay sabay. Mga twelve or more siguro ung mga un. &lt;s&gt;Hindi nila nagawa. &lt;/s&gt; Nagawa nila ng may kasamang pandaraya. Haha. After nun, pinagtabitabi ung magkakablock. Parang contest/game naman. Dugtungan ng christmas songs. Hindi naman ung lyrics pero basta, dapat pag pinasa sa grupo niyo eh may makanta kayong christmas song. Shempre, bawal ulitin ang kantang nakanta na nung ibang blocks. SP block nanaman ang pinagtulungan dito. Bawat may kakanta, halos palagi eh samin binabalik. Pero kahit ganun, OT parin ang unang na-out. Tapos, block 18 ng PT. Tapos block 19 ng PT. Aun. Oo, panalo ang SP! Weeee. Dahil yun kay Ate Angeline(?). Campus tour na ung sumunod. Bawat block ay hinati ata sa apat. Group 2 ako. Si Kuya Paul, incoming senior, ung coordinator namin. Tapos ako + Danielle (?) + Micole + Sam + Aileen + Majo. Kakapagod ung campus tour. Ang init pa. Eto ata ung route namin. CAS-PGH-different colleges (nursing, med, pharmacy, dentistry, atbp.)-Rob-ung building na katabi ng CAMP-CAMP. Nalaman ko rin na sa CAS kami sa first two years namin. Medyo familiar na rin kami sa kung saan ung classrooms namin. Pumunta na kaming Rob nun para maglunch. Ako + Danielle + Aileen + Majo eh nagzagu muna dahil sa uhaw + pagod. Tapos usap usap kami tungkol sa mga bagay bagay. Sumama sa grupo namin si Katrina. Tapos bumili kami sa Mcdo. Fries + OJ lang ako dahil tila nabusog ata ako sa Zagu sa di ko alam na dahilan. Ang ineexpect ko nga eh madami akong makakain nung lunch dahil hindi rin ako nagbreakfast. Pagkatapos ng lunch, habang ang ibang courses ay pabalik na sa CAMP, ang mga SP ay pumunta sa Gbox. Arcade siya sa Rob, at inakala namin na mag-aarcade kami. Nag-ilusyon pa kami na sasakay kami dun sa pambatang sakayan na mga trak. Tapos may isang ale na nagbubump car mag-isa at talagang hindi siya nagpapabangga kahit sa sides. Natawa kami dun. Ano pa kayang sense nung bump car kung un lang din ang gagawin niya. Diba? Pagkatapos maaliw sa mga nakita namin sa paligid eh aakyat pala kami. Magvivideoke pala kami. Tradisyon na daw un ng mga SP. Ansaya. May nakilala ulit ako. Si Bea + Milay + Zar. Maganda ang boses ni Bea at kapangalan ko daw ang pinsan niya na taga-zobel. Si Zar naman ay kagrupo ni Mykel nung campus tour na kinuntsaba ni Mykel para iboto daw akong Block Head. Block Head my pwet. LOL. Si Milay naman ang galing Miriam na kumanta ng "Queen of My Heart". 1:30pm ay natapos na ang pagvivideoke dahil SP nalang ang hinihintay sa CAMP. SP daw ang dakilang late pagdating sa mga ganyan sabi ni Kuya Paul. At dahil dun, nagpaalam na kami para umalis. Dahil kailangan umuwi para sa coronation ni Kaycee. Masama at mabuti yun. Masama dahil feeling ko eh masaya din ung hapon. Mabuti dahil hindi ako nanominate na block head. Haha. Tapos mineet na namin si Chamie na naghihintay sa CAMP. Tapos dinaan nila ako sa condo at sila naman ay pumunta ng Mercury Drug na halos katabi lang nung condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Blockmates, see you sa Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Weee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinundo kami sa condo nila Daddy tapos pumunta kami sa SM Mall of Asia. Nahirapan kaming mag-ikot dahil kay Justin. Masyado siyang matatakutin. Sa di pa namin alam na dahilan (pero may "theories" na kami), eh basta, takot siyang maglakad dun sa shiny flooring ng SM. Di pa namin siya naikot ng buo, shempre. Bumili lang ulit ako ng magazine+book+school supplies sa NBS tapos nag-ikot. Then kumain kami sa icebergs. Buti nalang nagseserve sila dun nung gusto ko: Melon Mango Strawberry con Hielo. Ayos! Umuwi na kami pagkatapos nun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo traffic sa may Sto. Tomas. Nakauwi kami eh past 8 na ata. Nagpalit ako ng polo shirt dahil may nakareserve na seats samin dun sa coronation ni Kaycee at pagkatapos nun ay nagpahatid na ako sa plaza. Konti lang naman ata ung namiss ko. Basta, ganda ni Kays. Haha. Dami rin niyang awards. At sa tulong ng SK (Selected Kurix), texters' choice siya. Weeee. Basta, ansaya. Nito ko nalang ulit nakasama ang ilan sa mga kabarkada ko. At may narealize ako. Haha. Wala lang. Basta, ansaya. Hyper pa man din ako. Ang mga litrato nung coronation ay iuupload ko sa &lt;a href=http://incomplete.multiply.com target=_blank&gt;http://incomplete.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi parin ako makapaniwala na nakatagal ako na kulang ang tulog tapos zagu+fries+oj+melon mango strawberry con hielo lang ang kinain ng buong araw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi ko pa toh nasimulan pero ngayong (06.10.06) umaga ko lang tinapos dahil kinailangan ko ng matulog kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, salamat sayo dahil napagtiyagaan mo ang napakahaba at medyo magulong entry na toh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114987010428651247?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114987010428651247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114987010428651247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114987010428651247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114987010428651247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/camp-weee.html' title='camp. weee!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114969524847532938</id><published>2006-06-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:47:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few more days and I'll officially be off to college. I went to the condo this afternoon to bring some of my stuff and to fix things there. The installation of the new flooring for the unit had also been done. I'll be going back there this Friday for another orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my baby brother slept in our room. For some reason, my parents didn't get him from our room. They told us in the morning that they got too lazy to get up and actually get him from us. Oh well. Anyway, I hardly got a decent sleep last night. I woke up about twice or thrice because of him. I don't know if it was him or it was just me thinking that he was with us and I just wasn't used to it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta. Labo&lt;/span&gt;.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been unknowingly happy today. I seriously don't know why. I guess there are just "these days", and I'm just glad that "these days" do come along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114969524847532938?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114969524847532938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114969524847532938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114969524847532938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114969524847532938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-few-more-days-and-ill-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114951751292171494</id><published>2006-06-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:25:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks.</title><content type='html'>My parents will be off to the States for two weeks. Meaning: they won't be here during the first day of school. So, off we went to Alabang after lunch to buy supplies. Food supplies. School supplies. Etc. First stop was Home Depot. My dad bought the tiles + study table for the condo. We went to South afterwards. Grocery. Then, had merienda at French Baker. Then, we bought school supplies from National Bookstore. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uwi na kami pagkatapos nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was uploading pictures in my multiply when I suddenly said "O-M-G" aloud after the failure of my upload. My kuya was beside me then because he was using Dad's pc while I was using the laptop. He suddenly told me that I surf the net too much. Well, I sure can't blame him. But hey, as far as I know, I use much more time in surfing the net before than now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Happy Birthday to &lt;a href=http://auderz-rockz.blogspot.com target=_blank&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt;! Sha also has a new layout up... a layout which just made me miss her, my classmates, my class, my high school life. Hayy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now. I still have to repack the things we bought since some are of the supplies are to be left here with Bey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114951751292171494?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114951751292171494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114951751292171494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114951751292171494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114951751292171494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-weeks.html' title='two weeks.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114943967467497297</id><published>2006-06-05T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:00:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should have.</title><content type='html'>About 2 hours ago, I just came home from Pinagtung-ulan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nagsagala ako.&lt;/span&gt; With the long walk we took, I should have been very tired by now. I should have been sleeping at this very moment. I should have gone to some other place with my eyes closed and body laid on the bed. And for some unknown reason, I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's just bothering me. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I've got no one to talk to anymore, I might as well go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Salamat Vane, Lindsay, Danica, Queeny, Jc, Aaron, Patrick, Tonton... dahil kahit papano at kahit sa maikling oras eh naging maayos naman ang mood ko at napasaya niyo ako nitong hapon/gabing ito. Salamat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114943967467497297?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114943967467497297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114943967467497297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114943967467497297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114943967467497297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-have.html' title='should have.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114939605429994857</id><published>2006-06-04T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:57:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I end up doing things I don't want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hay.&lt;/span&gt; Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114939605429994857?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114939605429994857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114939605429994857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114939605429994857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114939605429994857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-end-up-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114905081995968035</id><published>2006-05-31T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:49:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night chit chat.</title><content type='html'>I had a chit chat with my kuya last night. We ended up going to bed at around 2:30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was about tv shows. The OC was on at Star World then. I don't know what triggered us but we just started sharing our insights on the different tv shows. One Tree Hill. House. Lost. The OC. Grey's Anatomy. Friends. CSI. Those were just some of the shows that came up on our conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he knew a certain someone from UP M because I saw his classmate's blog link on this certain someone's blog. He told me he didn't and that was where our conversation about UP started. He sort of oriented me on what to expect and what I'll, most probably, experience in UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wala lang. Ansaya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended up with me getting all giddy to be in college already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two weeks more...and UP, here I come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ieedit ko toh mamaya para mas detailed. Punta lang kami Alabang. Sigeee :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114905081995968035?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114905081995968035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114905081995968035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114905081995968035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114905081995968035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-night-chit-chat.html' title='late night chit chat.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114904921405672616</id><published>2006-05-31T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:05:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banned? not.</title><content type='html'>Cora and Ulan were &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblog5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;banned&lt;/a&gt; from speaking up in her blog page. However, thanks to Master Hacker, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*master hacker amp. hahaha. wala akong maisip eh. basta alam mo na naman kung sino ka.*&lt;/span&gt; they were still able to post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to tell the whole story here. I came upon her site since she blog hopped into mine. I was curious on who she was because I thought she was my UP classmate since they have the same nickname. When I was already in her place, I immediately noticed the similarity of her &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblog2copy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;"about me"&lt;/a&gt; format to my former format. People who have been visiting my blog for months may notice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after, I visited her site again. Then, I noticed that her &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblogcopy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;latest post&lt;/a&gt; was similar to one of my recently posted entries. After that, I noticed her &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblog3copy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; which was, again, similar to my disclaimer. That was when Ulan, Cora, Foshezzle and Pukeke started speaking up in her blog via her tagboard. She came back with another &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblog4copy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; which you may find familiar again. Ulan, Cora, Foshezzle and Pukeke continued speaking their voices out while she, on the other hand, kept quiet. A day after, all the tagboard entries were erased. So were the similar posts. So yes, you won't be able to see the similar posts anymore. All that was up was a post with an apology implying that it has all been a coincidence. Ulan and Cora spoke up again by commenting to her post. And the rest was just history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, she still hasn't edited her &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/camilblog6copy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114904921405672616?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114904921405672616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114904921405672616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114904921405672616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114904921405672616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/banned-not.html' title='banned? not.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114895992886375059</id><published>2006-05-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:09:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally on purpose.</title><content type='html'>meaning:&lt;br /&gt;Deliberately, but feigning accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;source: http://www.phrases.org.uk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything was just a coincidence, eh? You were simply unaware of how things were, and I, on the other hand, was just too insensitive *especially on my last post* not to see that you were very much innocent. I guess our brains just work the same way, thus, producing similar thoughts. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. &lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on. Deny what you've done. Make it seem like an accident. However, may I just ask... How come I can't see the similar posts we have anymore? If you don't really have anything to do with it, you could have just explained your side, that you are unknowledgeable of the similarity of our posts/blog content. Oh well. What matters anyway is that I know the truth, I have it, and I can prove it. I am willing to share it with anyone interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courses. College. Careers. That came to my mind the other day when my dad asked me to go with him to Batangas to the funeral of his med school classmate's mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there with about seven of his classmates. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kakatuwa sila.&lt;/span&gt; I had a chat with one of his classmates, Tita Irma, and she was telling me of how their relationship wasn't like that during their school days. In fact, each of them had different cliques then. They only grew close after they had graduated. Then basta. My high school classmates came to my mind. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ganun rin kaya tayo, JB44?&lt;/span&gt; I hope so. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the career thing. I wasn't the only child around. Lauro, Tita Lou's son, was also there. He's a fresh OT graduate. He'll be in med school this June. So, magiging classmates sila ni kuya most probably. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ayun&lt;/span&gt;. I realized that I do have a chance, even a little, of getting into med school after finishing SP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my course, I got good feedbacks about it. Konti pa lang daw kasi ung Speech Pathologists around. So yun. Basta. I just can't wait to enter college already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading of pictures in my multiply accounts is still on going. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and new layout. Made and put it up yesterday. I really don't know what the title for this layout it so there goes that 'la la la...' in the title bar. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114895992886375059?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114895992886375059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114895992886375059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114895992886375059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114895992886375059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/accidentally-on-purpose.html' title='accidentally on purpose.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114880837919678824</id><published>2006-05-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:44:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copycats.</title><content type='html'>It can either be flattering or annoying when somebody copies something from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered the first time around I saw someone having a VERY similar post to mine. I found it amusing and I just laughed it out together with my friends. What I don't understand is why she had to do it not only on her posts but on the other contents (about me, disclaimer etc) of her blog as well. So, that makes her copying at least twice already. I once read in a book that things happen only once. If it happens again, most probably, there'll be a third time. And the book was right. It did happen the third time around which is why I'm writing down this post - to at least release the anger(?) I have inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your intentions are. I just want you to know that it doesn't appear funny to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and please do read carefully the posts you copy just so you know what they really mean and what they really are for. Mali kasi ata ung pagkakaitindi mo sa main idea nung post kong kinopya mo eh. Mali ung pagkagamit mo eh. Isasama mo pa sa kamalian mo ung post ko. Sus ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know who I'm referring to, tell me and I'll tell you who. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ayan ha. May respeto pa ako sayo kahit papano. Hindi ko agad binulgar kung sino ka. Pasalamat ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114880837919678824?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114880837919678824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114880837919678824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114880837919678824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114880837919678824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/copycats.html' title='copycat&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114872966973656193</id><published>2006-05-27T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:18:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salary expert.</title><content type='html'>I have been able to chat with Coi often times recently and I'm really thankful for that. Our conversations vary from nonsense trippings to college life. From casual chikahans to deep sentimental *lol* talks. Two nights ago *So yes, this should have been posted two nights ago*, we focused on our future careers. Haha. Kakatuwa. We went to this site which shows how much our soon-to-be-careers earn. May mapapala naman pala ako sa Speech Path, at siya sa Nursing. Haha. Ayos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last counting for the Bb. Lipa contest Kaycee was part of. Weee. Panalo si Kays! :D Picture galore kami sa city hall. It was my first time to enter that place, if I'm not mistaken. Haha. Sa tagal ko ng nakatira sa Lipa nun lang ako nakapasok. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was also the Miss Lipa Tourism Pageant Night. Ate Christine, Raemart's cousin, was crowned as Miss Lipa Tourism while Joanne placed 3rd. Ayun. I watched it with my mom, Kaycee, and Ana. Kaycee and Ana slept over at ours for the night. Saya. Kwentuhan. Tapos bugbugan. Literally. LOL. Tapos nakachat rin namin si Cocoi na kung ano-anong kalokohan ang pinakita at pinapuntahan samin. Haha. Aliw! Ansaya. They left after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went with my dad to Alabang. Festival Mall. Punta dun sa travel agency dahil aalis ata sila this June or July. Then, merienda. Ikot. lol. After festival, sa Home Depot naman kami. Naningin kami ng tiles para sa condo. May nakita na kami, ung kasama na ung installation. Ayun. Basta, ok na yun. Then, uwi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, pictures taken yesterday + my recent family trip to Bora + NY are to be uploaded in my two multiply sites. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated happy birthday to Daryl Torralba last May 24 and to Mykel Valdez last May 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114872966973656193?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114872966973656193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114872966973656193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114872966973656193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114872966973656193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/salary-expert.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.salaryexpert.com&quot;&gt;salary expert.&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114848009148307082</id><published>2006-05-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:26:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalungkutan at kasiyahan.</title><content type='html'>Kapansin-pansin na sa pamagat pa lang eh sabog na ang post na ito. Kaya naman, minumungkahi ko na ito'y basahin lamang ng mga taong walang magawa sa buhay. Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalungkutan. Huling araw na namin dito. Bukas ay babalik na kami. &lt;br /&gt;Kalungkutan muli. Hindi ko natupad ang goal kong magpahenna tattoo ng doplhin na may maliit na stars &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(oo, talagang nasa isip ko na ang magiging itsura sana nun) &lt;/span&gt;sa aking &lt;s&gt;sakong(?)&lt;/s&gt; *tagalog na salita para sa ankle*. Dahil dun, nais kong iparating na may plano na ako para sa sunod na pagpunta ko sa beach na malamang-lamang ay sa sunod pang taon, at yun ay ipatupad ang plano kong pagpapahenna na kakabanggit ko lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At shempre, sa kabila ng mga kalungkutan na yan...&lt;br /&gt;Andito rin ang kasiyahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pala sira ang digicam ko!&lt;br /&gt;Weeee. Napakasayang balita nito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..at andyan rin ang paniniwalang nangitim talaga ako na nakapagdagdag sa aking kasiyahan. &lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lamang. Gusto ko ng magpahinga sapagkat tunay na nakakapagod ang araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114848009148307082?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114848009148307082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114848009148307082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114848009148307082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114848009148307082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/kalungkutan-at-kasiyahan.html' title='kalungkutan at kasiyahan.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114839708565477751</id><published>2006-05-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:11:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway.</title><content type='html'>We're halfway through out stay here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through my goal to get a tan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*un nmn! tan daw e. haha.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Wala lang. Puro lang halfway. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sabog lang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me. Sigeee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, bad news. My digicam broke ata. :( Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm making use of the camera in my phone. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, despite it's poor image resolution. Yae na. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114839708565477751?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114839708565477751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114839708565477751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114839708565477751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114839708565477751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/halfway.html' title='halfway.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114834738783179559</id><published>2006-05-23T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:23:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;question = how did you do this lkayout.. pls help naman oh.. nu gnmit mo? -poulain&lt;br /&gt;Sa photoshop ko lng po ginawa ung layout. Gumamit po ako ng different brushes na dinownload ko from different sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114834738783179559?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114834738783179559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114834738783179559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114834738783179559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114834738783179559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/question-how-did-you-do-this-lkayout.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114812858265891970</id><published>2006-05-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:14:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lukso ng dugo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haha. Coi, ayos ba ang title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish is off to start her classes on Monday so we had a sleepover yesterday at their house. Trish + Kays + Ana + Pols. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coi, kaw na lang kulang!&lt;/span&gt; Ayos! Ansaya. We hardly slept. I slept for two hours. Trish and Kays for 1 1/2, I think. As for Ana, sus ko, madupang. Paidlip-idlip. Haha :P Puro kwentuhan lang. Kwentuhang walang katapusan. Haha. Kaya naman inatake ako ng sakit ng ulo dahil sa kulang sa tulog pagkagising ko. Then, after breakfast, sinimulan naming buuin ung puzzle nla Trish. 300 pieces. Siguro more than 2 hours bago namin natapos un. Ansaya. Haha. I'll post the pic later pag lumipat ako ng pc. After nung puzzle, nag-uwian na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online ako until 3pm. Sumakit ulit ulo ko  at inantok na kasi ako, so I slept. After waking up, I realized that sleeping wasn't a good idea after all. Because of that, I wasn't able to go to Rob and watch the Talent Night of Ms. Tourism here in Lipa. Oh well. I made myself up then sumimba kami sa Redemptorist. Then, online ulit. at dahil sa *tingin sa title*, e binuzz ako ni Coi. Ang galing. Haha. Naka-invi ako eh. lol. Ayun, usap usap tungkol sa favorite topic ng gwapings. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat Trish + Ana + Kays. Salamat Coi. Mahal ko kayo. Haha. Andrama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka di ulit ako makapagblog hanggang May 25 or 26.&lt;br /&gt;Pero makakapag-ol naman siguro ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to paradise tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pagbalik ko, negra nako. Ayos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish + mga DLSUers and CSBers, ingat sa pagluwas at good luck sa classes nio sa Monday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114812858265891970?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114812858265891970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114812858265891970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114812858265891970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114812858265891970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/lukso-ng-dugo.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;lukso ng dugo.&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114800302651468972</id><published>2006-05-19T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:12:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third wheel.</title><content type='html'>I watched The Da Vinci Code with Lian and kuya yesterday. I was their third wheel. Just kidding. :) It was R-18. So yes, I sneaked in. The movie was great. It appeared just like how I imagined it as I was reading the book. Every little detail may not have been present on the movie itself, but hey, the differences between the movie and the book were but minimal. Oh, and aside from that, the cast was just amazing. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sabi nga namin nina Lian eh powerhouse cast. Basta&lt;/span&gt;, you guys really have to watch it. :) And for those just about my age, I suggest you bring a fake id or an edited &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(take note: edited)&lt;/span&gt; birth certificate. You want something easier than those two? Just proudly say that you were born on 1987, like I did. ;) Good luck in your sneaking in! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I met up with Jemima and Amabelle. Trish followed. The afternoon was unplanned but it turned out really great. We never thought that our 'get together' would actually push through especially after a lot of failed attempts in the planning part. We spent the afternoon playing basketball and "Put title of racing game here". It was more of the basketball though since we didn't know how to play the racing game, and the latter wasn't just as fun as the former. It has been time since I last did that and it just felt really good. And fun. Really fun. We ate at KFC afterwards. Then the stories didn't run out. It was really nice to catch up with them. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you Belle, Je and Trish. :) Sa uulitin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114800302651468972?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114800302651468972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114800302651468972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114800302651468972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114800302651468972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/third-wheel.html' title='third wheel.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114769615471252279</id><published>2006-05-15T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:19:43.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you a disclaimer?</title><content type='html'>I'd most certainly appreciate it if you would read this: &lt;a href="http://www.namaii.com/readme/" target="_blank"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make it clear that this is my blog, my outlet, my own space. I have the right to write all my rants and raves here, my thoughts and emotions, whenever I want and however I want it. I don't care if I don't share the same sentiments with you. I don't care if you don't like what and how I write. I don't blog for you guys. I blog for myself. I blog because I want to not because people want me to. I have my own reasons for writing whatever I post here. How you interpret it is up to you and doesn't matter to me. Besides, it's not like I insist people to actually read this. I just write to somehow pour my heart and mind out. Yes, somehow. So logically speaking, all those you read here are but the mere and little pieces of me. Reading my blog doesn't take you directly to my every thought, to my every emotion, to my very being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your own choice if you read my blog. So don't blame me if you get affected by my entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question =  Hi Ms. Pauleen. I like how you design your blog. Did you use an FTP server for this blog?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your compliment. I used to use an FTP server. But now, no, I don't use an FTP server for this blog. I use geocities for the uploading of my images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114769615471252279?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114769615471252279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114769615471252279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114769615471252279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114769615471252279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-disclaimer.html' title='are you a disclaimer?'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114750182927541692</id><published>2006-05-13T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:33:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been one of the busiest for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from having my physical and dental exams hours after my arrival here in the Philippines during the start of the week, I also had my enrollment and orientation on the later part of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I almost spent this whole week in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Arrived in the condo at around 1:30. Got to sleep at around 3am since I didn't run out of stories to tell my mom as we were about to sleep. I went to UP before 7am. So yes, I had to get up before 6am which means I hardly had 3 hours of sleep. Anyway, as mentioned in my previous post, I had a taste of how it feels like to be in UP. And boy, did it get me excited to be in college already. I got separated from Kaycee, Chamie and Mykel during the exams because I arrived there first. Being so made me meet new friends, most of which were my future blockmates. I was able to walk around my future campus for the first time as a student. I remember having to roam around the same campus about 4 years ago when my dad had his homecoming. Basta, ayos talaga. After that day, I couldn't wait for the first day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. I went to Greenhills with my parents + my tita. My tita had to do some shopping. My mom and I just accompanied her. I wasn't in the mood for walking and stuff then since I hardly got any sleep that night. I went to sleep at around 2 or 3am and for some reason, I woke up at 7am. Went to Greenhills after lunch. I got home at around 9 or 10 pm that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. We went to Alabang after lunch. First stop was at Festival Mall. We did some grocery at Shopwise. Second stop was at ATC. After an hour of walking around the mall, we met up with Ate Karen and her family. FYI, it was in her unit that we stayed during our NY days. Anyway, puro sila kwentuhan. -_- Got to leave Gloria Maris at around 9:30pm. After an hour, we arrived at the condo, and I slept right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I got to UP last 7am already, I think. Chamie and Mykel were already there. We filled out some forms and we waited for the window to open. I recognized some familiar faces from lats Monday's exams. Nauna ulit na matapos samin sina Chamie and Mykel since hinintay ako ni Kaycee. Nalampasan kasi ung sa Form 5 ko. Naprint na daw pero hindi pa naman pala -_-. Basta, long story. We wasted about 20 or 30 minutes for that. We had a talk with our adviser, and I got some information about my course. I also got my schedule, room assignments, ID pic, etc. Got to meet some more na kacollege ko. :) Then, afterwards, sa Rob kami. So tiring. Naikot namin buong Rob. LOL. My mom and Chamie's mom spent the hours simply chatting. Then kami, ikot ikot lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Orientation + Psych test. Got to UP just in time. HThe orientation in the auditorium was sort of boring. It just made us hungry. LOL. Then, the psych test was long. Superrr. I got to meet my whole block. 3 lang ung boys sa block namin. LOL. Basta, ayos. After nun, Rob ulit kami. Then Glorietta. Got to see Chamie and Mykel around Glorietta for a lot of times while my mom and I were walking around the mall. Got to see Manny Pacquiao's wife. Haha. Si Jinky! LOL. Basta, kapagod rin. Then, naulan pag uwi. Di na ata un tumigil until the next day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayunnn. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114750182927541692?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114750182927541692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114750182927541692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114750182927541692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114750182927541692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-week-has-been-one-of-busiest-for.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114710468624442633</id><published>2006-05-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:42:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weee. I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;3pm of May 6 at New York ung flight ko to Hong Kong. Arrived there at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;10pm of May 7 ung flight ko papunta dito. Arrived minutes before 12am. So parang May 8 na rin ako dumating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Found out I had to sleep at the condo because I have my dental and physical exam. Got there at around 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep past 3am. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 6pm. Made myself up. &lt;br /&gt;Arrived at UP Manila at around 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast somewhere. Went back to UP.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Chamie and Mykel.&lt;br /&gt;Dental Exam.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kaycee.&lt;br /&gt;Physical Exam.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dept. of Rehab Medicine for something.&lt;br /&gt;Went back.&lt;br /&gt;Short kwentos.&lt;br /&gt;Left UP.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch. Back to the condo.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;First time ko magbus.&lt;br /&gt;Katuwa.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply to your messages tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;..or should I say later??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige...&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to catch up with my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Weee.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, sira cp ko. Kaya baka di ko kayo mareplyan. Bukas ko siya ipapaayos. Aun. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114710468624442633?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114710468624442633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114710468624442633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114710468624442633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114710468624442633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/weee.html' title=''/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114501580042762840</id><published>2006-04-14T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:25:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear anonymous.</title><content type='html'>A week has passed since I last blogged. I haven't been able to spend most of my time here at home so I wasn't able to blog. I went to Manila often the past days. And yes, a lot has happened. Two of which is my tita's arrival last Monday and my getting a copy of our yearbook last Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I was out the whole day. Two words - Visita Iglesia. We have gone to 10 churches, those we usually go to yearly. Four here in Lipa (Our Lady of Peace Parish, Redemptorist Church, Mt. Carmel Church, Lipa Cathedral), Two in Malvar (A chapel meters away from LIMA and the Malvar Church itself), and one church each in Tanauan (where we yearly do our Station of the Cross), Sto. Tomas Talisay, and Tagaytay. We had a late lunch in ViewSite Restaurant. We headed back down to Talisay afterwards. Like last year, our Balikbayan relatives were in Banga (a place in Talisay which is near the lake, beside the lake actually). We went home past 4pm. I rested. I had my things ready for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which reminds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out until May 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shout outs I'd like to give out. Go figure on whom they are for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your real intentions are, and I don't want to assume on what they are since I don't believe that assuming is going to do me, you, or others, any good. I just want to let you know that whatever you just did or whatever you're planning to do now haven't made and aren't going to make things better. Things would have been better if you had waited. Things would be better if you're going to wait. So I really suggest that you be idle for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I never intended to take your picture. It just so happened that you stole the scene at the very particular time I arrived with my camera so I ended up taking your picture. I repeat. It was never my intention to take your picture. Enough said. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be pitied or be annoyed at your actions. I don't know what you're trying to do and what you're trying to make us look like. I don't know why you're doing this and that. I don't know what your real intentions are. I don't know what you're trying the world to see. I don't know how aware you are of how much you have ruined. I just don't know which is why I simply let things be the way they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define a true friend. Do you consider yourself as one? I think not. I see you as one who isn't. I see you as a user. Sorry for the term, but that's just how I see it; thanks to all those happening now. I mean, what the hell is your problem? Don't you realize how much damage you have caused? Don't you see how much you have hurt the people who have actually considered you as a friend? ... I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst Glads...&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait too! Weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114501580042762840?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114501580042762840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114501580042762840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114501580042762840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114501580042762840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-anonymous.html' title='dear anonymous.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114440666447671558</id><published>2006-04-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:44:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undecided.</title><content type='html'>April 5-6. GIA. Class Outing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you classmates. &lt;3 you guys. Sana talaga walang limutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with an aching body. I still haven't gotten the chance to make up for my "sleepless" night during the outing. I only had almost two hours of sleep. -_- Then, upon arriving from the resort, I only got to sleep at 9pm. Why? Because I went to Alabang with my parents after. I had shorts sleeps, which only gave my headaches, when I was inside our vehicle though (to and from Alabang). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIA rocked. Even though the class activities were but few (night games + meals), I'm really thankful to have that last hurrah with my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I really bonded with during the GIA were 'the gwapings' (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who else?&lt;/span&gt;) since I was with them the whole time. Ang personal na mga gamit ng boys na nagtago ng tsinelas namin. The poolside and room kwentuhans. Picture Galore sa kama. Soundtrip. Sayawan at Kantahan sessions. Kahit Pa. Makita kang Muli. Sleepless night with Ana. Eery sounds. Pag-on ng Shower. Ang mama sa pool ni Coi. Basta, everything. I need not to mention each in detail. Salamat talaga. :) I'm more than glad and blessed to have friends like you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things in my mind are hanging and are waiting to be decided on. Hay. Time will tell. Ayan na lang ulit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in my multiply. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com&gt;http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114440666447671558?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114440666447671558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114440666447671558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114440666447671558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114440666447671558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/undecided.html' title='undecided.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114408096934204049</id><published>2006-04-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:17:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official.</title><content type='html'>High School is over. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I, together with my 628 batchmates, graduated this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day. Everything went out fine. Except for the 'crying' part. Almost all of us have planned to shed our tears hours ago during the graduation rites. However, the opposite happened. All of us, well, not really, just my barkada were very happy after graduation. We haven't really been able to say out our goodbyes probably because we really didn't feel like saying goodbye yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite that, I want to thank everyone who has been a part of my High School life - family, barkadas, friends, classmates, teachers...particulary JB44, who will have that special place in my heart. I know that each one of us will be successful in all our endeavors in the next years. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sana walang limutan.&lt;/span&gt; I'll never forget you guys. Thank you for everything. You made me who I am today. I love you guys. I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Seniors of SY 2005-2006! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my personal shout-outs and thank yous tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114408096934204049?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114408096934204049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114408096934204049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114408096934204049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114408096934204049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114372109103128864</id><published>2006-03-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:10:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the same.</title><content type='html'>Just when everything seems oh so right, something goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates to remember:&lt;br /&gt;March 31 - Baccalaureate (did i spell it right?) Mass/Recognition Day/Card Giving&lt;br /&gt;April 3 - Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last grad/mass practice today. It surely was better than yesterday's. The songs were better. The instructions were clearer. Our togas and our Recognition Day invites were given this afternoon. Now, I'm really ready to take the stage and receive my diploma. Yes, even though it means saying goodbye to high school completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to walk in the rain again today. Twice actually. The first one during lunch and the second during my walk home. I love to walk in the rain. I don't know why. But I hate it when it rains. It seems so quiet; it seems so lonely. Hay. Wala lang. My short 'encounters',  with the rain must have been the reason for all the sneezing I have been experiencing after coming home from school this afternoon. Is it just me or is the weather just getting chilly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy. Probably because of the cool weather and my freaking colds. I have to go. BTW, I might post some pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tak, sorry kung di ako nakapagpaalam kagabi saka nung isang gabi nung nag-offline ako. Sorry. Nakita ko nga pala ulit ung cake sa friendster account mo. At gusto ko ng cake na ganun. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, wala nga pala un. False Alarm. Never mind. At hindi si ano ni B un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114372109103128864?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114372109103128864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114372109103128864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114372109103128864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114372109103128864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-same.html' title='all the same.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114347288538050065</id><published>2006-03-27T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:10:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grabacious.</title><content type='html'>[edit]An expression I got from Cocoi. &lt;br /&gt;A word which evolved from "grabe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to continue this post tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I still have to watch MTV Homecoming. :&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:29pm. 032906.&lt;br /&gt;We had our second grad practice today. The morning session was fine. The afternoon session, the mass practice, was not so fine. Haha. I mean, they could have just made our lunch break an hour long so that the afternoon sessions would have ended earlier. I would have been in Manila by now. Anyway, the stage was already set since the Tertiary School had their graduation last night. However, my lunch break went out pretty fine. I got to cry my heart out, both literally and figuratively. I still am looking forward to a part ii of a session like that. I have tons more to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur26.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the stage from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur27.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Ate Shawee??? Jk. &lt;br /&gt;With ano...Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Trish, gift ko nga pala toh sayo. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur28.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our outlet for Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Pols+Trish+Ana with our legs stacked (?) with one another. With Belle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur34.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our numbers at Red Ribbon. &lt;br /&gt;Coi. Pols. Kays. Ana.&lt;br /&gt;1. 7. 13. 4.&lt;br /&gt;Trish's number isn't included in the pic since her order was given first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur29.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? + Mina. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mina? Naiwas ka ba?&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur30.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mykel + Vernix + Kays + Trish + Pols. &lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur31.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/Piktyur32.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana + Trish.&lt;br /&gt;The "****** Style" of smiling. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the title, my real reason for putting that up was Coi and I's conversation the other night. It jumped from a topic to another. And everything was just so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grabacious&lt;/span&gt;! :) Thank you, Coi. Mahal kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kays went over here to edit her speech. Trish followed, and since Ana was online, we invited her too. Vernix went over, too. It was an afternoon of all sorts of trips. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kainan. Kwentuhan. Picture-an. Friendster-ing. Tawanan. &lt;/span&gt; We even made "scandal pics". That of which tells me, should I post that set of pics? *Replies please. :)* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent happenings simply revolved around a group of girlfriends whom the class refers to as guys. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oo, in short mga 'pogi/gwapings' sa classroom.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Pols + Kays + Coi + Trish + Ana. I can't imagine high school life without them. New friendships, relationships, or hear-says may keep gaps among us. However, we never let others ruin the trust we have built among us. We never let others ruin the friendship each one of us has has cared for and treasured. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, sorry for the poor resolution of the pictures. Only my phone was used for taking them. Oh, and about the MTV Homecoming? False alarm. I just got too slacked to carry my own body back to the computer. I just settled with whatever was shown in the TV that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114347288538050065?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114347288538050065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114347288538050065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114347288538050065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114347288538050065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/grabacious.html' title='grabacious.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114312409159157931</id><published>2006-03-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:30:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drafts.</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened. Pictures &lt;a href="http://pauleendegrano.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to make up with someone. Finally. I had the chance to actually speak out what I had in my heart and mind. Yes, finally again. And thankfully. Hay. You know who you are. Salamat talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our general assembly at school, together with Alumni + Umpokan Registration. I had to suffer waking up early in the morning, just as I used to back when regular classes in school were still going on, since the schedule given to us said that it would start past 7:00. Unfortunately and as expected, it didn't. Basta, late na siya nagstart. Plus, we weren't able to do something really worthwhile. Basta talaga. Inarrange lang ung sections. Sinukatan lang kami nung cap + gown namin. Basta un. At, sa old gym pa. -_- Wala lang. Our class had lunch at Jiaan's. It was his despedida party. He's going to PMA by the end of this month. May ong sunmber pa si Pao. And of course, si Ms. J. :D JB44, Mahal ko kayo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school after lunch for the registration which finished early since our class was part of the first batch of those who'll register. We, Ana+Trish+Vane+Pols, went to Trish's to hang out. Natulog. Kumain. Nagpicture. Basta ayun. Before 5pm, we went to our house. Then at around 5:30, we were brought to Jiaan's thanks to Kuya Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, we found our that we were actually the second ones to come. Arik was the first. Kaya yun, tinayo namin ung tent! :D Weee. Saya magtayo. Tapos picture2 kami dun sa field sa likod ng bahay nila Ji. Kaya naman, nangati kami. Kasi, todo lupagi kami dun. Pinaglaruan pa namin ung cute na dried leaves. Basta. :) At nag-tug-o-war pa kami! Si ana ung pinaghihilahan. Haha. Basta, saya. :D Kaso, kinati na kami. At nagkaron kami ng pantal pantal, na ang iba eh buhay parin sa katawan ko ngayon. Kaya naman, pumasok na kami, nagpahinga. Then, nag-ikot kami ng airbase habang naghihintay na dumating ung boys. Naglakad. Nagtakutan. Nangilabot. Haha. Basta, ayun. Then, narinig na lang namin ung mga sigaw nila Myk. Tapos sinalubong namin sila. Tapos un. After nila ilagay ung gamit nila, nag-ikot na ulit kami. Haba ng nilakad namin. Pero di kami napagod. Kakakilabot ulit. Pero masaya. Basta. :) Then, dinner na kami afterwards. Sa bonfire! Weee. XD Ang init pala talaga sa harap nun. Haha. Saya. Then, ung gift movie + message for Ji. Ayun. Basta, salamat Kurix. Mahal ko kayo. Sinundo na ako afterwards. Pero salamat sa powers ng technology, via CP, eh nakatext ko parin sila. Kaso, pasaway ang globe, di ako unli -_-. Paggising ko the next day, saka pa lang. After more than a dozen tries of unli-ing the whole day, eh nung umaga lang naapprove. -_- Globe talaga. So yun. Basta, mahal ko kayo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it's Benjo's birthday. Happy Birthday Benj! :) First Grad Practice. Inisa-isa ung graduates. Hehe. Basta. Yun. Kakatamad. Pero ok lang. Then, lunch at Mcdo. Counter ang boys. Date Movie ang girls + Pat + Kassandra. R18 siya. Pero nakapasok kami. Thanks to Therese! Haha. Ayos! Parang ganito ung usapan nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ticket Seller: Ano ng age niyo na?&lt;br /&gt;Therese: 18 po...&lt;br /&gt;Trish: Magcocollege na po kami...&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Seller: 18 na kayo? Bakit di mukha?&lt;br /&gt;Therese: Madami nga po nagsasabi nun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and off we went with our tickets! :D&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okay. Kakatuwa. Violent na ewan. Basta, ayos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Fetched Justin. Went to Trish's. Pols + Trish + Ana + Chamie + Ji + Rev + Raemart. Kain. Kwentuhan. Laro. Kulitan. Ayun. Then, uwian na kami nung past 6pm na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta yun. Ok naman ung mga nangyayari ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;Di na kami magkagalit! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Basta, thank you. :) Sa inyo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out:&lt;br /&gt;Stallion staff-ers, kung may message kayo kay Kuya Rondy, sabihin niyo lang sakin. Kinakamusta nga niya pala kayo. Haha. Wala lang. Gawa ng ka-email ko. Ayun ayun. Sige. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No more drafts. Message sent. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114312409159157931?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114312409159157931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114312409159157931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114312409159157931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114312409159157931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/drafts.html' title='drafts.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114216339452675666</id><published>2006-03-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:48:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya. pagod. lungkot.</title><content type='html'>Tama nga. Pagkatapos ng saya eh kalungkutan naman. Hay. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakapagod. &lt;br /&gt;Pumunta ako ng school kanina. Nagpauli-uli kami ni Trish.&lt;br /&gt;School-Rob-Bahay nila.&lt;br /&gt;Basta yun. Kasama pa namin si Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Basta kakapagod talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha narin namin mula kay Cherby ung prom pics niya kung saan kasama kami.&lt;br /&gt;Basta un.&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulit talaga ni Ms. Acar.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, lunch kami ni Trish sa Mcdo. &lt;br /&gt;Bumalik kami ng school para sa Bulik.&lt;br /&gt;Nakipagkulitan. Dumaldal. Nanggulo.&lt;br /&gt;Nang-interview at nagscreen ng incoming Bulik members from BM44, ung Level 9 cream class.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoonists ung mga ininterview namin.&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Good luck na lang sa Bulik next year.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya niyo yan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Punta kami old gym. Andun si Ms. J. Nakipachikahan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nakita namin mga mommy namin. Tapos, umalis na kami ng school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga past 2pm eh bumalik na ulit kami kina Trish.&lt;br /&gt;Mali pala. Dumaan muna kami sa bahay para kumuha ng gamit na pang-badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kina Trish na. Andun na ang boys. Si Pat na lang ang kulang.&lt;br /&gt;Nagbihis kami ni Trish tapos umalis na kami.&lt;br /&gt;Dinaanan namin si Pat sa may Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos badminton na. Saya. Super.&lt;br /&gt;Kapagod rin.&lt;br /&gt;Naghanap pa kami ng canteen. Naglakad kami sa kung saan.&lt;br /&gt;At nung pabalik na kami saka ko lang naalala na may bilihan rin sa may pool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nakita pa namin si Vic. Sinabayan niya kami papunta sa courts. Magbabasketball daw kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;Basta, masaya talaga. Sobra.&lt;br /&gt;Trish, Pat, Mykel, Mags, Raemart, Jiaan and Benjo. Salamat sa niyo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpahinga na agad ako paguwi.&lt;br /&gt;PC. Phone. CP. &lt;br /&gt;Yan ang mga kasama ko. Sa kanila umikot ang pagpapahinga ko.&lt;br /&gt;Nakausap ko si Vernix sa phone.&lt;br /&gt;Andami namin napag-usapan. &lt;br /&gt;May nakakagulat, nakakasaya, at nakakalungkot.&lt;br /&gt;May nakapang-sisisi rin.&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Ewan. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga hindi pa nagparamdam. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;School. Prom. Badminton. Barkada. CP. &lt;br /&gt;Diyan umiikot ang utak ko ngaun.&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang laman ng isipan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hay hay hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan. Baka dala rin lang toh ng pagod. &lt;br /&gt;Malay natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, isang tanong.&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy o Speech Pathology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka.. Mga bagong blogs nina &lt;a href=http://foreverthankful.blogspot.com&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href=http://trishverzosa.blogspot.com&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt;. Visit niyo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114216339452675666?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114216339452675666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114216339452675666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114216339452675666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114216339452675666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/saya-pagod-lungkot.html' title='saya. pagod. lungkot.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114131098797549339</id><published>2006-03-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:49:48.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last of the lasts.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the last of everything in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Living - our sole exam for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a lot of crap lately.&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Wala lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who have been a part of my high school life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the UPCAT results are now online. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally. &lt;a href=http://upcat.up.edu.ph/results/&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114131098797549339?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114131098797549339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114131098797549339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114131098797549339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114131098797549339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-of-lasts.html' title='last of the lasts.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114119564457559474</id><published>2006-03-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:47:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman's touch.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our oral defense. It went out pretty fine. Jane Eyre! Thank you Arik + Ruby for being such fun and great groupmates. Ms. Nerisse + Sir Rene + Sir Glen, thank you for serving as our panelists. I learned from our defense yesterday. Wala lang. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's our first day of exams. At wala akong alam sa Math. LOL. Amp. Nawala lahat sa isip ko. Hay. Yae na. Filipino was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Physics + SocSci. Good luck sa tin batchmates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I passed the UPCAT! Weee. :) Baka dun na ako magcollege. Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates, bakit walang ol sa inyo? Hay. Kakatamad mag-aral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days more and high school is officially over. &lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114119564457559474?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114119564457559474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114119564457559474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114119564457559474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114119564457559474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/womans-touch.html' title='a woman&apos;s touch.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114096126914283693</id><published>2006-02-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:41:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>That's all I'm craving for and loving right now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to finish all the requirements. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to bid goodbye to high school yet.&lt;br /&gt;Met new people. Want to know them more.&lt;br /&gt;Need to do things. Have to move.&lt;br /&gt;Still, there's time left for all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am very busy. &lt;br /&gt;So much has happened. &lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow on March on my multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates! Batchmates! Schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 regular schooldays na natin this week. &lt;br /&gt;Then last finals na rin.&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya natin toh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPCAT results tomorrow *daw* *sana nga bukas na*.&lt;br /&gt;Oral Defense for English on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;"Final" final exams on Wednesday - Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114096126914283693?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114096126914283693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114096126914283693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114096126914283693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114096126914283693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114069790262161185</id><published>2006-02-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:41:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faraway.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I still haven't gotten my cp back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better that you're not that updated.&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know much about your world.&lt;br /&gt;That people can't reach you always.&lt;br /&gt;That you will have your own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world apart from all the troubles.&lt;br /&gt;A world with peace.&lt;br /&gt;A world away from those who assume too much.&lt;br /&gt;From those whom you don't want to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;From people who glare at you.&lt;br /&gt;From people who think negatively about you.&lt;br /&gt;From people who expect too much from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world far from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;A world of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Wala lang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang days &lt;s&gt;na lang&lt;/s&gt; pa at magtatapos na ang high school life ko.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sitll have a literary paper to finalize. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114069790262161185?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114069790262161185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114069790262161185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114069790262161185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114069790262161185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/faraway.html' title='faraway.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-114062156684508049</id><published>2006-02-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:28:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all at the same time.</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy today. Skipped recess. Had lunch. Ran back and forth. Carried heavy laptop + IP materials. Dealt with defective &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(well, not really. pero may topak siya.)&lt;/span&gt;Bulik printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons?&lt;br /&gt;+ IP defense in Physics&lt;br /&gt;+ Social Science Reporting&lt;br /&gt;+ English Literary Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that my three missed quizzes in Math, five in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss late night chats.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay up late lately. &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to have headaches when I do so. &lt;br /&gt;That is, since after the prom.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got the chance to spend almost 5 hours in a "sleep - half-asleep" condition. Yes, 5 hours. 5pm (the hour I got home from school) until before 10pm (I woke up with the television flashing the PBB Celeb Edition intro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have freaking colds, which isn't making things any better, to deal with. And yes, it's my breathing hard. I'm so going to die. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-114062156684508049?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114062156684508049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=114062156684508049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114062156684508049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/114062156684508049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-at-same-time.html' title='all at the same time.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113992439164129160</id><published>2006-02-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:42:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts day.</title><content type='html'>The four places I went to:&lt;br /&gt;La Salle. Cover and Pages. Glorietta. Back to La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatuwa. Kakagutom. Kakapagod. Kakabusog. Kakapagod. &lt;br /&gt;Kakalungkot.&lt;br /&gt;Kwentuhan. Trip-tripan. Kainan. Lakaran. Tulala-an. Pag-iisip. &lt;br /&gt;Ayan ang araw na toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;Sana... Puro na lang sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga tama si Cocoi. Iboboycott ang prom! &lt;br /&gt;Joke. &lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan. Di ko lang talaga feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na magklase. &lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, Happy Valentines Day sa inyong lahat! :)&lt;br /&gt;Sana eh naging masaya nga ang araw na ito sa inyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113992439164129160?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113992439164129160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113992439164129160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113992439164129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113992439164129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/hearts-day.html' title='hearts day.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113983685210663320</id><published>2006-02-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:20:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>JB44. Classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really happy to have you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's so much to tell...&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm just not in the mood to blog about things. &lt;br /&gt;Hay hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair was a blast. So was the KLSP concert. Thanks for all who became a part of it. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my multiply. New videos + pictures there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113983685210663320?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113983685210663320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113983685210663320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113983685210663320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113983685210663320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113949264793111070</id><published>2006-02-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:44:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>possibilities.</title><content type='html'>I just might go on a hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Wala lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you want to know how to find out if a siopao is made from cat meat, reply. Haha. Migy, shh. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113949264793111070?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113949264793111070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113949264793111070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113949264793111070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113949264793111070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/possibilities.html' title='possibilities.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113923031314369253</id><published>2006-02-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:33:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodgeball!</title><content type='html'>Weee. &lt;br /&gt;I played that with my classmates during CAT class today. Go black team!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you classmates! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened. &lt;br /&gt;A lot is happening.&lt;br /&gt;A lot will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya toh. XD&lt;br /&gt;Hay hay ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At may pictures nga pala akong tinake kanina. I'll post them &lt;s&gt;later&lt;/s&gt; tomorrow morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113923031314369253?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113923031314369253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113923031314369253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113923031314369253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113923031314369253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/dodgeball.html' title='dodgeball!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113912079600711527</id><published>2006-02-05T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:26:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;s&gt;As of this very moment, I have decided. I won't post here in my blogspot anymore due to some reasons. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still post here. Pero magpopost na rin ako sa LiveJournal. Di tulad dati na di ako nagpopost. :)&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, basta. LiveJournal na ako. For friends only. &lt;br /&gt;Add me: pauleendegrano&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if I'll change my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113912079600711527?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113912079600711527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113912079600711527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113912079600711527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113912079600711527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113911013705907207</id><published>2006-02-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:49:55.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up!</title><content type='html'>Just some quick updates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates, I uploaded some pictures &lt;a href=http://classjb44.multiply.com&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Join lang kayo sa groups na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pictures in &lt;a href=http://incomplete.multiply.com&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New entry in &lt;a href="http://pauleendegrano.livejournal.com"&gt;my livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. Which reminds me...I might actually move to LJ. I dunno. Bahala. na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113911013705907207?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113911013705907207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113911013705907207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113911013705907207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113911013705907207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/up.html' title='up!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113871261902213365</id><published>2006-01-31T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:03:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top?</title><content type='html'>weee. sana. sana top class solicitor kami :D. according to sir rene, this afternoon, yun nga daw. pero sana pa rin! i'm still not done hoping. lol. weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got up from my nap. haha. inaantok pa rin ako. i still have much to do. hay. sige...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113871261902213365?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113871261902213365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113871261902213365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113871261902213365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113871261902213365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/top.html' title='top?'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113861703778095401</id><published>2006-01-30T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:30:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>techno geek.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the day I &lt;s&gt;become&lt;/s&gt; dress up as a techno geek. It's for this department at school. Nothing really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really thankful that I had the chance to update this blog. Finally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening recently. Projects. Activities. Name it. Last Thursday, the Teachers' Day was held. Last Sunday, we did the first part for our project in CAT. And my list of stories goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I crammed again. I started editing the writeups at 9:30pm. I ended doing so at 12:00am. Then, I got to sleep at 1:00am. I alarmed my cp at 4:00am so that I would be able to do some minor editing. However, I found out, after waking up at 5:00am, that the time in the phone I used wasn't right. So yes, it didn't alarm. -_- I burned the CD at around 6:40am. I went to school past 7:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the little background of why I was either hyperactive or sleepy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Laters. I still have to do some final editing on the writeups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113861703778095401?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113861703778095401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113861703778095401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113861703778095401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113861703778095401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/techno-geek.html' title='techno geek.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113802871187247358</id><published>2006-01-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:05:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you :)</title><content type='html'>I got my card. Wala lang -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing but nonsense to say...Hay...Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank you for making me feel really special especially in this moment where I feel like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113802871187247358?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113802871187247358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113802871187247358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113802871187247358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113802871187247358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you.html' title='thank you :)'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113781828428278935</id><published>2006-01-21T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:38:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.</title><content type='html'>Andami nangyari. Masaya. Nakakainis. Nakakagalit. &lt;br /&gt;Amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unahin na natin ung maganda. Fiesta kahapon. Naka-7 kaming bahay. Baka first and last fiesta ko toh na maggala. College na kasi next year. Hay hay. Kakabusog. Basta masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaranas na nga pala ako na hindi matulog. 01.18.06-01.19.06 &lt;br /&gt;Wala talagang tulog. Amp. First time. Oo, masaya. Bangag nga kaming lahat eh. Pero walang naidulot ung hindi namin pagtulog. Amp. Amp Amp Amp talaga. Ako'y naiinis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Saka na lang ulit. Nafefeel kong matatambakan nanaman ako ng mga gagawin. &lt;br /&gt;Ay nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bago nga palang pictures sa multiply ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113781828428278935?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113781828428278935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113781828428278935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113781828428278935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113781828428278935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/wtf.html' title='wtf.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113750728949215138</id><published>2006-01-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:16:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures.</title><content type='html'>I've been to two recently. One was last Saturday. The other was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to elaborate on the happenings yet. Pero here are some pics muna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/P02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/P.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/P01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/P04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/pauleeen/P06.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana!!! (joke lang)&lt;br /&gt;Mina!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*ehem ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sige, bukas na lang. Gudnyt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113750728949215138?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113750728949215138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113750728949215138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113750728949215138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113750728949215138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/adventures.html' title='adventures.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113716667814816408</id><published>2006-01-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:37:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyper much.</title><content type='html'>The term I got from Ronel. Meaning: hyperactive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wala lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-hyper ako after playing basketball with my barkada this afternoon. Ang ingay. Ang gulo. Ang saya. LOL. Panalo kami!!! Weee. &lt;3 Pamilyang Kurix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hooked on the powers of YM again. Haha. :P Sinama ko pa si Kaycee. Doble ang trip eh! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaycee's sleeping here tonight. We're going to "do" our project in Social Science. However, due to some circumstances, we are not able to do so. LOL. Kaya etoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee. Good news! About the yearbook! Wala lang. Saka na. Hehe. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113716667814816408?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113716667814816408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113716667814816408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113716667814816408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113716667814816408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/hyper-much.html' title='hyper much.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113707709788734236</id><published>2006-01-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:02:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars!</title><content type='html'>LOL. Remember the lucky stars in my previous post? Guess what. That fad has just took our class by storm. LOL. Wala lang. Almost everyone is class is learning and is making those stars. Yes, even during classes. Wala lang. Ang cute kasi. Andami na nga naming nagawa! Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy these past days. Loaded talaga. Aside from the schoolworks (English  + Filipino + Social Science + Physics), may other activities pa ako like Bulik + Stallion Yearbook. Which reminds me, nakita ko na ang grad pics ng batchmates ko! Wala lang. Natuwa lang ako. :) Hehe. Excited nakong simulan namin ung yearbook. Hay. Good luck nlng samin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being busy, I've been sleeping late na rin. Dahil nga andaming ginagawa. Hay. Yun. Pimples + Eyebags. LOL. Basta puyat talaga. Kaya nga inaantok ako palagi sa klase eh. lol. My seatmates can atest to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antok na nga ako ngayon eh. At ngayon ay naaaliw na ulit ako sa powers ng ym+mic+headphones. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113707709788734236?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113707709788734236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113707709788734236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113707709788734236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113707709788734236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/stars.html' title='stars!'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013588.post-113681096680659674</id><published>2006-01-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:48:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish.</title><content type='html'>Silence could mean a lot. Happiness. Sorrow. Hatred. Hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this day, I suddenly had this urge to be silent -- something unusual for me ever since the school resumed this January. I don't know. I was just so. I wasn't sleepy. It wasn't true when I told those who questioned my silence that it's simply because I long to sleep. I may have been hungry since I didn't eat lunch again. But no. It wasn't that. Hunger doesn't usually make me quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized that that silence actually meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received and heard not-so-good news since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the first one I received won't happen. Stick together. Please. It'll do you good. Sayang pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I know something. I wish I asked. You know, sometimes it just hurts to see and know the truth that things just aren't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard. I analyzed. I concluded. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my tito, my mom's cousin, is in the ICU. Comatose. We visited him minutes after I arrived from school. Again, a lot of things came through my mind. Things not worth mentioning. Hay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ability to hold back my tears really come in handy during times like this. ;) Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I weren't that keen of an observer. I wish my ear would stop hearing things I wouldn't want to hear. Sometimes I think too much that it comes to a point that I wish my mind would stop doing so. Sometimes I wish I were ignorant enough not to notice things which aren't really important. But no. I keep on doing this things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this entry, I received another news. Talk about disappointing. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that maybe that silence prepared me for these. Hay. I'm really becoming really emotional these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye can hurt. Especially if it means farewell to someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have three chapters to study. And some other errands to do. I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really wish for better things tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, salamat kay ronel. I got the =// from him. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013588-113681096680659674?l=pauleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113681096680659674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013588&amp;postID=113681096680659674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113681096680659674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013588/posts/default/113681096680659674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wish.html' title='i wish.'/><author><name>poLiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18216247507005638286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/pauleen/laiya/starfssssssssh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
