<?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-841704616005118245</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:27.954+08:00</updated><category term='gutom'/><category term='dolphins'/><category term='w'/><title type='text'>...::beybi dolphin::...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes you need to speak up or else you'll never be understood...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-2973842727570477783</id><published>2008-02-16T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:12:47.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is full of codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have to announce to the entire community of internet-users about what has happened this week. Although this is an online diary, some people still have no authority to enter upon my private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People concerned will understand what I am talking about. People not concerned should scram right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordnary post, this is a little something to let my insides out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been constructing any good poems lately. Perhaps this is the time to rekindle that. After all, I am under extreme emotion,. Actually, this really isn't a poem, I just wanted to write and write to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been mine, for all time&lt;br /&gt;And I cant thank you enough&lt;br /&gt;You've been there forevermore&lt;br /&gt;You'r e the best friend that I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;You bring the joy out of the gloom&lt;br /&gt;After the tears that I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live, How do I die&lt;br /&gt;If I ddn't know you in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight for you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you have changed my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may get all messed up&lt;br /&gt;People may disapprove&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;As long as you can still stay there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone hits you from all sides&lt;br /&gt;I just have you to hold&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world's pulling you down&lt;br /&gt;We still raise each other up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I feel betrayed&lt;br /&gt;I know I made the same mistakes you made&lt;br /&gt;And even if we go wrong&lt;br /&gt;You and I will make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If worse comes to worse&lt;br /&gt;My friend, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go, please be strong&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through, I won't leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being your friend was the best thing I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;Every momentwith you is a moment to cherish&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you'll always have me, our&lt;br /&gt;Zeal of friendship will never break apart&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guys, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-2973842727570477783?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/2973842727570477783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=2973842727570477783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2973842727570477783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2973842727570477783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-post-is-full-of-codes.html' title=''/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-6684380832846951941</id><published>2008-02-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:37:32.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer's Day Hero</title><content type='html'>Here's another composition i made for journalism. It's a feature article about electric fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer’s Day Hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Waking up on a terribly hot summer’s day is like waking up being burned to a stake. The unbelievable heat wave that the sun can radiate is simply too much for humans. I don’t think I would even survive a day spent under the scorching sun. The heat can almost make me want to die. Luckily, a little savior of mine comes to the rescue. I call him Mr. Electric Fan.&lt;br /&gt;          When the heat gets abominably annoying, all I have to do is switch on Mr. Electric Fan and he’ll start twirling his blades to produce air. During the summer, and other seasons for that matter, I can always depend on Mr. Electric Fan to give me a pleasing stream of artificial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Electric fans are powered by an electromagnet. A fan motor is an induction motor, with an aluminum rotor that spins inside a framework of stationary electromagnets. Aluminum is not a magnetic metal and it only becomes magnetic when an electric current flows through it. In the fan, currents are induced in the aluminum rotor by the action of the electromagnets. Each of these electromagnets carries an alternating current that it receives from the power line and its magnetic poles fluctuate back and forth as the direction of current through it fluctuates back and forth. These electromagnets are arranged and operated so that their magnetic poles seem to rotate around the aluminum rotor. This rotation explains the phenomenon on how the fan is able to “cool us down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Back in the old days of the Industrial Revolution, electric fans were actually mechanical – meaning, they ran without electricity. They were nothing but simple wooden or metal shafts over head used to drive machinery. The Air Pump Centrifugal was one of the first workable fans invented by A.A. Sablukov used to operate coal mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          In the late 1800s however, when Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla introduced electric power, the mechanical shafts were replaced by a more similar model of the electric fan we know today. Dr. Schuyler Skaats Wheeler invented a two-bladed desk fan between 1882 and 1886. Mr. Electric Fan went from a machine operator to man’s personal ventilation system. It went from a need to a want. Talk about development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          From then on, people started using electric fans as a relief from the heat. Many different forms have emerged. We now have stand fans, ceiling fans, wall fans, and many others.. From the invention of electric fans, the development of air conditioners took place.&lt;br /&gt;The electric fan even paved the way for inventors to realize that man needed to cool himself down in the midst of the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Sure, the electric fan isn’t as necessary as world peace and high-standard technological developments, but let’s face it. We would all suffer without the electric fan. Ventilation has actually become a need instead of merely a want, especially since our dear ozone layer has been letting in more heat than it should. It would be potentially difficult to get by day-to-day activities without Mr. Electric Fan to save us from the heat. Just imagine waking up to an unforgivable heat. The morning heat could already make you too sick, too weak, or too tired to get up. It would likewise be unbearable trying to go to school or work without it. Imagine trying to solve a Physics problem with a temperature of 30° Celsius and nothing there to relieve you. Why, your very own sweat might be enough to give you a full morning bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Of course, existing for the main purpose of comfort isn’t the most solid rock you could find. The electric fan gives us comfort in the heat. It cools down our body to alleviate us from that hot, horrible feeling in our bodies. At the same time though, it consumes up a lot of that precious electricity. If someone were to have the electric fan tuned up for 24 hours, then he shouldn’t go blaming Meralco for overpricing. Also, frequent use of the electric fan can lead to overheating and eventually fires. The machine would then be doing more harm than good. So, although it provides us with a great deal of comfort, Mr. Electric Fan shouldn’t be pushed over the edge. He doesn’t like abusive people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          If someone were to create a worldwide survey asking what the greatest invention in the world was, I doubt mot would appreciate the electric fan. But hey, you have to admit Mr. Electric Fan is pretty useful. He is hardly recognized, but what he does for human beings is just amazing. It is through electric fans that people find comfort from the weather. It may sound trivial, but imagining life without electric fans would already be too much for comfort-seeking human bodies. After all, Mr. Electric Fan wasn’t invented for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-6684380832846951941?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/6684380832846951941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=6684380832846951941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6684380832846951941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6684380832846951941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-summers-day-hero.html' title='My Summer&apos;s Day Hero'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-5197601240996368719</id><published>2008-02-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:40:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend July</title><content type='html'>This isn't technically a long post. I just wanted to post my newly-finished english composition. we're supposed to write about an objetc that has sgnificance in our lives. well. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Friend July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a marvelous collection of stuffed toys. I wouldn’t really say I meant to collect them. Most of them are usually gifts from my parents, relatives or friends. They usually have no other purpose in my room than for display - that is, except for one special little fellow. Let me introduce you to July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July, a blue, soft and adorable little bear was actually given by a friend of mine for my birthday. Childish as it may seem, he has been my best friend ever since he came into my life. Just imagine, a fifteen-year old Third Year student going crazy over an inanimate object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, there are times that I would look mentally deranged over my little July. I would cuddle him, embrace him, kiss him, and even talk to him even when there are other people around. In fact, I would even pretend he would actually answer. In short, I actually treat this product of Blue Magic like he was alive. I can’t even go to bed without him by my side. He’s my little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t blame other people for thinking I’m childish. Actually, I don’t really understand myself either. I have no idea why I’m so attached to something that doesn’t even have a heartbeat. It’s probably because I always find a special friend in him every time I need one. When I’m down and just want to cry, I know I can always pick him up, cry my heart out and hug him as much as I want. When I have problems, I can share my worries with him without hesitation. When I just want to let go and give up, I just look into his beady black eyes and decide to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look childish having July by my side, but I don’t really care. What matters to me is that I have a little something to remind me that life is beautiful. He makes me remember that there will always be a little kid inside of me no matter how old I get. He instills in me the fact that I will never be alone. Holding on to him gives me a sense of security. In my dark hours, I hold on to my little stuffed toy. I don’t know how he does it, but he has that ability to give me strength, and with this strength, I acquire the courage to stand up again and face the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know that I should still have real friends to interact with. I know that no matter how a great help July is when it comes to my internal struggles. I still have real friends to depend on. The reason why I put so much value into July isn’t because I want to be alone and isolated from my friends; it’s more so because I need something to hold on to when I’m alone, I need something to give me comfort when I’m ready to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am childish, in a way that even I can’t understand. However, I believe that July isn’t just the favorite stuffed toy that I would eventually tire of. July is my secret-keeper, stress-reliever and strength-giver. I know he’ll never come to life, but that doesn’t matter. I’m happy having a source of joy right by my bedside. I’m satisfied with the fact that there’s something in this world to remind me that I can still stand up despite everything else I’m contented with a little reminder that indeed, there’s more to life than the pain. Thanks to July, life has been a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-5197601240996368719?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/5197601240996368719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=5197601240996368719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/5197601240996368719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/5197601240996368719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-best-friend-july.html' title='My Best Friend July'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-6830027342823875788</id><published>2008-02-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:44:42.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naku. extinct n ang blog ko</title><content type='html'>Honest to death, i really thought my blog was extinct. For crying out loud. My last post was in August. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. It's competely useless to post every single detail of my life that's haened for 6 months (&lt;em&gt;sayang, dami ko pa naman pics&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll just tell my avid fans (in the person of &lt;strong&gt;arvi&lt;/strong&gt;) how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Lately Sir Arcilla has been coming to school on time, probably because the department heads and the principal noticed how we seldom had our first period. Well, too bad. *snickers* I guess I won't be expecting to have an hour's free time anymore. Anyway, we had our experiment today. Sadly, I wasn't informed that we had to bring a compass. Only one group was able to bring a compass, so sir almost blew another fuse. I don't know about my classmates, but I get guilty when this happens. I was kind of traumatized when he got mad when the whole class didn't have light bulbs for the experiment on overloading. Yeah, call me whatever you want but that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, he didn't blow a fuse. He let us borrow from other sections. We were able to perform the experiment thank heavens. It was kind of fun though. We followed Marichu around. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll be having a lecture. I guess I'll be reading up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem&lt;br /&gt;Before chem started, I saw him. Haha. Wala syang ID. Hindi kasi nagpagupit. Tsk tsk tsk. Tapos binigyan ko siya ng choc bread. haha&lt;br /&gt;We had a test on thermochemstry. Haha. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;We learned about operations using logs and exponential functions. I'm still kind of confused to be perfectly honest with you. Ma'am Manalo also had a little talk on social responsibility. Frankly, I totally agree with her. It would be nice if everyone in the wold did his part. She was actually imparting knowledge beyond the classroom. Too bad some weren't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;We had our presentation. To bad ou group just got 4's. It was typically a simple taks so we weren't able to give much color to it. Anyway, I know that doesn't give me tantamount excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Basco was out somewhere. We litened to Anna report about photojourn. Honestly, I've always wanted to engage myself in photography. As Anna was reporting, I kind of remembered my Dad. He was an awesome photographer and really loved taking pictures. If he was still alive, he could have probably taught me how to do what he used to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gaya gaya ako. Nagto-toothbrush na rin ako. Haha. My retainers disturb me when I'm eating, so I decided to bring along a toothbrush to wash up. Actually, I brought an entire grooming it. Haha. I retouche dmyself immediately after eating. whohoo. VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TW&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ang 6 points ko. I knew it should have been bulleted. Stupid Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGO&lt;br /&gt;Inverse Functions. Haha. arcsin arc cos arc tan arc cot arc csc arc sec. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABR&lt;br /&gt;Wala si Ma'am [Pooh. And to think I actually studied for my report.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH&lt;br /&gt;It wa sthe same old reporting.  It was just kind of disturbing how most weren't listening at all. I know MAPEH isn't the best of subjects, but I don't think that's any reason to treat it like free period. No offense to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;Almra reported on the next story. It was a script by Dionisio Salazar. I loved our group work today. The whole class got a ten. I loved the way everyone worked so hard. ANG GALING NI JANNAH. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Binigyan niya ako ng FERRERO ROCHER. Sarap-sarap. Yumm. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-6830027342823875788?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/6830027342823875788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=6830027342823875788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6830027342823875788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6830027342823875788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2008/02/naku-extinct-n-ang-blog-ko.html' title='naku. extinct n ang blog ko'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-6283568657812530555</id><published>2007-08-05T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:50.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to put something here</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ang daming typo ng aking last post. haha. nedit ko na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANG DAMING GAGAWIN!&lt;/strong&gt; *cry*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are on top of themselves and homeworks are overloaded on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I have a quiz, a summative test, a report and 2 graded recitations tomoorow - and I haven't even started studying. die! die die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095073656333835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RrVWft46nsI/AAAAAAAAACk/QD_58Lg0Wng/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayan. ginagawa ko pa tong methodology na toh! wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And periodic exams are on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.help.help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyak-iyak-iyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langhiya. tatlong araw na nga walang pasok pero ganun pa rin. pamatay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-6283568657812530555?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/6283568657812530555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=6283568657812530555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6283568657812530555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6283568657812530555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-to-put-something-here.html' title='Just to put something here'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RrVWft46nsI/AAAAAAAAACk/QD_58Lg0Wng/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-1308340969374031199</id><published>2007-07-29T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last</title><content type='html'>Finally, I was able to find the time to make a new post. It's not that I have nothing to do - believe me, I have tons of stuff to accomplish. I just though that I had to make my post today. Let me just update you on what's been going on in my life since...June??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwb2l8mAwI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPmnwmU0szE/s1600-h/1a7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092475903362335490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwb2l8mAwI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPmnwmU0szE/s320/1a7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foundation for Uplifting Secondary Education or FUSE had our school as the, uhmm, "actors" for their demo tape. Each year had selected students who would participate. I was one of them along with my other classmates. The taping was about the different methods of teaching. It was a pretty cool experience. I was with my classmates from 6 am to 4pm and had tons of laughter moments. Oliver and I were even partners in one activity - the Romeo and Juliet part. We were supposed to do a modern adaptation of the play. Our version was that of a criminal and a lawyer. To make it short, the theme of our version was, "Duty before love." Aww. It was a pretty dramatic scene. Oliver was a terrific actor.&lt;em&gt;Grabe&lt;/em&gt;. The whole experience actually made us feel like real celebrities with all the cameras and stuff. Haha. Hydrocephalus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwcIF8mAxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZBzU_2HgmP0/s1600-h/5a89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092476204010046226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwcIF8mAxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZBzU_2HgmP0/s200/5a89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it kind of unfair though, since onle people from Berzelius were on the set. I just don't think that our section should be given such treatment all the time. We're still humans and we still commit mistakes so I don't think there's any reason to always get school representatives from our section, just to be fair to others. Honestly, I know a lot of good peole from other sectons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwdMF8mAyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iEMKyRfKrLE/s1600-h/e4d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092477372241150754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwdMF8mAyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iEMKyRfKrLE/s200/e4d7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taping had 3 classroom situations: Modern Adaptation Method of Teaching(Romeo and Juliet), Memorization Method(How Do I Love Thee-Sonnets of the Portuguese) and Film-making Method(The Cask of Amontillado - &lt;em&gt;love it&lt;/em&gt;!). It took us all day to do all those. I had so much fun. Really. It was so amusing to be with my classmates. Considering it was just the start of the school year, it also served as one of Berze's bonding moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwdnl8mAzI/AAAAAAAAACE/SACv6JgjpOs/s1600-h/f7af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092477844687553330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwdnl8mAzI/AAAAAAAAACE/SACv6JgjpOs/s320/f7af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. July 5. The day I was born. To tell you the truth, nothing special really happens during my birthday, I mean, usually it's just another ordinary day - the only difference is the fact that people greet you, "Happy Birthday." I just appreciate it whenever my birthday comes up. I have a lot to thank for.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;em&gt;Sige na nga.&lt;/em&gt; If you'r really looking for some news about my birthday, well, it's the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; time that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; gave me a gift(the noun that the pronoun is referring to is no longer required since it is a "universal truth.").&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below shows the gift he gave me. Brown Bear is Gerald's bear, not mine, but I included him in the paper just so I could use the camera to uload it on the pc. Brown Bear is August. Blue Bear is my, rather &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;, beybi - &lt;strong&gt;Beybi July&lt;/strong&gt;. Beybi July comes with the perfume I use everyday now. (&lt;em&gt;Malapit na maubos. Huhu). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwgdF8mA0I/AAAAAAAAACM/ykoBm9pA5LM/s1600-h/22-07-07_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480962833810242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwgdF8mA0I/AAAAAAAAACM/ykoBm9pA5LM/s320/22-07-07_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beybi July and Beybi August&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwgdV8mA1I/AAAAAAAAACU/A9KtvAXSjmY/s1600-h/22-07-07_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092480967128777554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RqwgdV8mA1I/AAAAAAAAACU/A9KtvAXSjmY/s320/22-07-07_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;AyLabMayBeybiJulyBeriMats&lt;/em&gt;.Sad si July. Hanap niya Daddy niya. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOURNALISM SHOOTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shooting experience. Haha. This time we had a Journalism assignment that made us do a TV Bradcasting Show. It was one of the most challenging endeavors I've ever encountered, but whoah, I had so much fun. It was another bonding moment for the Berze Journ Group. We went to CCP to shoot the vic=deo clips and did the News Anchorng stuff back at school. It was quite fun. I handled the Entertainment News in quite a daring way. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Kaso sabi niya antaba ko raw tignan. Di ko na yun susuotin. Haha. &lt;/em&gt;The Fourth Year Journalism students who were able to view our work said it was quite surprising for me to be in such a segment. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATIONAL YOUTH SCIENCE SUMMIT SEMINAR AT THE MUSEUM OF THE FILIPINO PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Ace and Alyana for this seminar. We were excused for the entire day. It was actually a well-organized seminar. It was sponsored by the Philippine Science High School. I have to admit, they are well-equipped. We even had our own I.D.'s, T-shirts, newsletters, paper, pen, and even a bag. The First Daughter Lulie Arroyo was also present as guest speaker. Bb. Pilipinas also sang for us and we were also able to take pictures with her. In the morning we had talks about Global Warming, Energy Conservation and Genetically Modified Organinsms(GMO's). I fell asleep in one of the talks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, the three of us separated to attend the 3 symposiums discussing the topics already discussed earlier. I went to the Global Warming group and we had a really good discussion. After everything else we just assembled again to&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun and interactive seminar. To add to that, we saw Kuya Hoshi and Kuya Rap again! Yey. Memories of summer. &lt;em&gt;Inaasar pa nila ako kay Kuya Hoshi. Naku-naku. Bad. Ka-group ko pala si Kuya Rap nun but I didn't notice. Hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARLIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our parlia meetings twice this week. Parlia training is still ongoing. Haha. Kasama na si Oliver, Donna, Gen and Angelo for the 3rd year group. I'm not alone! Yey.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kailangan ko mag-aral ng parlia. I have to balance it with my studies. Goodluck sakin!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwqr18mA2I/AAAAAAAAACc/cWSWzCC7qEM/s1600-h/sf17delivery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092492211353158498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwqr18mA2I/AAAAAAAAACc/cWSWzCC7qEM/s200/sf17delivery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reunited with my parlia notes!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOLI ME TANGERE PLAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened only yesterday. Actually, it was a kind of amusing experience. I applied the how-long-I-can-wait experiment. He and I were supposed to meet to go to SM Centerpoint where the play was going to show. I was waiting at jolibee, 7:45 am, the time we were supposed to meet. He didn't show up for 45 minutes. I tried to text, he didn't reply. I gave him load, he still didn't reply. As a last resort I called him, he rejected the calls. Imagine how worried I was. My imagination ran wild as I thought about the worst-case scenarios, even thinking that it was a criminal who was rejecting my calls and he was abducted. &lt;em&gt;Naman. I can get so exaggerated. &lt;/em&gt;In the end I had no choice but to ride along with Louise and her Dad. I would've waited longer, but the thing is Anna had my ticket and I couldn't get in without her. It would be such a shame to have her wait. So, I went into Cinema 5 dead worried and blabbering to everyone if they saw him.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was in the cinema he finally replied. I was still baffled, but I decided to ask for an explanation later.&lt;br /&gt;The play was good, except for the other viewers who made such disturbances.They frequently screamed and stood up so that we were distracted and it was hard for us to understand the play. Lhannie was really mad too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the play I saw him. I didn't ask for an explanation right away. I'm not the kind of girl who gets fuming mad when someone has her waiting. I'm also not the type who creates scandals in a public place. Puh-lease. I'm not cheap. I know how to keep my cool. It wouldn't have helped if I got mad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my friends first and chatted about the play. He was with me all along, but we didn't speak to each other at first. When we descended to the 3rd floor, that's when I started asking. He had a good enough reason anyway. He slept in. It was his mother rejecting my calls due to the fact that his phone's battery was low. I wasn't mad. &lt;em&gt;Sus. Nakakatutulog din ako. Honest mistake.&lt;/em&gt; It wouldn't help to argue anyway, and besides he apologized. Ayun. So we ate our lunch, then continued on to National Bookstore since I had to buy some books. It wasn't long before I saw my Berze friends and we started talking about our Filipino portfolios and the Bulletin Boards we had to design, so we bought some pretty wrappers. We left afterwards, then went around the mall. We passed by Quantum and I saw the same Berze people agian. Haha. We stayed there for a while before we left for a taxi ride back to Faura. We rode a bus, stopped by at Robinson's Imus(I still had to buy something), and finally I went home. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-1308340969374031199?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/1308340969374031199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=1308340969374031199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/1308340969374031199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/1308340969374031199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-last.html' title='At last'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/Rqwb2l8mAwI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPmnwmU0szE/s72-c/1a7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-4373810829720164055</id><published>2007-06-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please check the date</title><content type='html'>Strange title, eh? Well, it's just something to indicate that I haven;'t been posting anything for more than a month, and frankly, I don't care. haha. School life ha sstarted and I can hardly insert my social life into it. That's fine I guess, considering I am desperate to go serious. So far life has been to the ultimatum hectic, but hey, it's been fine. I can say I'm happy. It's not that I find Third Year life easy, it's just that I also cannot sya that I don't like it. I'm actually learning. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'll make this a very short post. Haha. I just inserted this into my schedule just to have an outlet for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates. Yup, I'm in Berzelius,and no, I still do not think we're any better than the other sections. Honestly, I don't think your rating in your previous school year should be a basis for your standing in the succeeding year. It is, after all, a new year, posing new opportunities, new lessons. Tons of stuff can happen. So far, I'm enjoying the company of people I spend 11 hours every school day with(Yup, schedule is 7am-6pm. die.) They make really good groupmates. I totally have fun with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers. They're all fine. I don't hate any one of them. Our adviser is Ma'am Lucena. So far so good. I don't know if thsat's gonna stand for the entire year though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects. Obviously difficult. Well, that's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule. Die! I don't think it's any secret that I live all the way in Cavite. To some that may seem typical, a lot of students come from Cavite. The only thing is, my family insists on me eating dinner before going home. It's a time saver, they say. Well, they are rght. Except that doesn't change the fact that I still live far far away and get home extremely late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Life. Nearing zero. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staus now: Bored of the post. I'll ontinue another time. I'm getting bored. Its a subconscious impulse telling me to start hiiting the books for a fruitful schoolday to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU1Q3MfcMI/AAAAAAAAABM/36idUOtf3wM/s1600-h/africa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU1Q3MfcMI/AAAAAAAAABM/36idUOtf3wM/s320/africa.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077022718740623554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I reported on Africa in Social Studies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU15XMfcNI/AAAAAAAAABU/pbtcN5-ruW0/s1600-h/ella+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU15XMfcNI/AAAAAAAAABU/pbtcN5-ruW0/s320/ella+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077023414525325522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every single day, I face that glowing machine behind me for the sake of schoolwork. And yes, I do not open my friendster on schooldays. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU2jHMfcOI/AAAAAAAAABc/tRoGr6oRf2Q/s1600-h/ella+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU2jHMfcOI/AAAAAAAAABc/tRoGr6oRf2Q/s320/ella+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077024131784863970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aww. Look how carefree I looked during summer. I'll post my present haggard-like image when I get hold of my brother's cellphone. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-4373810829720164055?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/4373810829720164055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=4373810829720164055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/4373810829720164055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/4373810829720164055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-check-date.html' title='Please check the date'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RnU1Q3MfcMI/AAAAAAAAABM/36idUOtf3wM/s72-c/africa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-375814727373112546</id><published>2007-05-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the dolphin returns...part 3</title><content type='html'>This is (hopefully) the final installment of my Subic trip. So where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Since the Koreans already left that night, our respective teachers of NCR asked us to just sleep there. It was air-conditioned. Before going to bed, we said goodbye to our friends who were already leaving that night. Also, we had our bonding moments that night, not only with our respective co-delegates from our region, but as well as those from other regions. I was even able to talk to others in a dialect I know-Bisaya. I was up until 2am while Alyana, Ate Diane and Ate Socorro slept at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up, we did our usual morning rituals. We left at around 9am but we got up so early. To eat up the extra time we had, we just continued talking and laughing. It was so fun. &lt;em&gt;As in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left for Manila, as expected, every one ofus dozed off. You can't blame us, can you? I mean, we just had 4 nights of irregular and incomplete sleep for crying out loud. I also had no cellphone load to keep me texting and fight my eyes from dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we all woke up, we started talking with each other again. We arrived around lunchtime. Whle the boys from Q-Sci already left, the rest of us had our lunch at McDo at SM North EDSA. Fortunately, the guys from Q-Sci were also there. Hehe. We invited them to join us. Ganda nga ng dialogue ko eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuya, dun nalang kayo samin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na-miss ka namin agad eh! Hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. After that, the three of us,(Me, Alyana and Ms. Coco) rode a taxi going back to Masci. I continued my sought-after bedrest in the taxi. I was still sleepy when I got to MaSci and didn't notice anything but just dropped my things at the UTP. It turns out that my bestfriend was at the guardhouse. Why? He was waiting for me. Sundo ko raw siya. Hehe. *kilig* He helped me with my stuff. Baet! Actually, I told Alyana that I wanted him to do that, but I thought it would be too much trouble on his part. Wishes come true. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's get to some people I treasure from this trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKm8Gf99jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v8JXi_dB9KU/s1600-h/yana_for_my_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067296082212288050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKm8Gf99jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v8JXi_dB9KU/s200/yana_for_my_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know she's not a new-found friend, not literally, that is.Alyana and I have been friends since First Year. Monique introduced her to me, but we never really 'talked' long enough to get into each other's lives. We got to talking when it came to school politics(she was Class President last school year) and other reasons. Oh, we did get closer ever since Angelo started courting. They were already good friends by then. &lt;em&gt;Buti nga siya eh, close sila nun&lt;/em&gt;. I have to admit, I used to be so darn jealous. The three of them used to be inseparable, whilst I had my own little corner, with my own circle of friends, who sometimes weren't there, leaving me to just look at their enviable closeness, silently crying inside. I even wrote a poem, "The Call of the Broken-hearted," which, up to this day, is STILL the most beautiful poem I've ever written. I guess I really do write better when my emotions tell me to.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that. Well, since Alyana was the only MaScian with me, and we "accidentally" got on the same team(I'm being sarcastic), you would expect that we spent a lot of time talking. We &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; had that opportunity to get into each other's lives. We even shared sentiments about our private lives. I even confessed about the jealousy I used to feel for her. That's why I was able to post that certain emotion bravely in this blog of mine; I have nothing to hide anymore, it's all out of my system, and I'm not afraid to tell the world about it. There's closure.&lt;br /&gt;Alyana and I also took our baths together, not in the same cubicle, but we made sure that we waited on each other. I remember how she would ask me not to leave her, thinking I already left the bathroom. I saw a different side of Alyana. I can't say that we are super-duper-ultra-to-the-max-to-the-tenth-power-squared close already. That was just four days, but because of this trip, I've developed a good friendship that I don't want to lose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Victoria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from Novaliches High School. She's an incoming Fourth Year High School student. At first I really wasn't able to talk to her. At the opening ceremony, we were seatmates during the showing of Algore's own movie. That's when we started talking, well, technically baout how Algore connected everything to global warming, but t was a good start. On the first night, when we were still roommates, we also waited on each other to take turns in using the bathroom. She's really nice. I text her sometimes. She may appear quiet but I've discovered how fun she can be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Jomar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKq32f99pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RXORpzwd6cI/s1600-h/696536812m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKq32f99pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RXORpzwd6cI/s200/696536812m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067300407244355218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Ate Victoria, he's from Novaliches High School. He was the first person I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; talking to. I just asked him what school he was from. He replied, but didn't say anything else. He was the most quiet person I met at that assembly, but I have to admit he was really cute too(naku, Ella, bad.). Hehe. I hardly got to talk to the guy, he was so quiet. He usually talked with Ate Victoria. The poor guy even lost his phone. Tsk, tsk. Now that we're n our respective homes, I invited him on friendster and also got to chat with him. He's really nice, not very vocal I guess, AND, I still can't deny the fact that yes, he IS cute. (Bad ka talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Diane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from Batasan Hills. Ang babaeng walang friendster. Hehe. Ayos din to. I get to talk to her often during the trip. She's also an incoming Fourth Year Stiudent. It is indeed a small world since she knows Kevin Espiritu - Chemist of the Year at MaSci. Hehe. Says she sacrificed the ChemCamp for the Assembly, at sinadya pa sila ng teacher nila sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Socorro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Ate Dina'e schoolmate. She is also an incoming Third Year High School student. She's also nice. We talked and laughed about so many things. She's quiet but is a good conversationalist. Kasama ko siyang pumikit sa pagtapon at pagsisisi(egg sandwich with onion, don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Hoshi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one guy form Quezon City Science HIgh School. His real name is Hoshea. Pretty cool name if you ask me. He's a terrific speaker. He was amazing on stage. He's Top 9 at Q-Sci. He's quite the joker, one who proclaimed me the 'bugamaster.' He's a Born Again Christian, and very religious for that matter. He's a member of YSG which to them, means Young Sexy Girls, but is really the Young Scientists' Guild. One who Sir Mike likes to call during his lectures because of his question in one of the break-out sessions. Coincidentally, he said he also wants to take up medicine, neurology-exactly like me. Haha. Akala nga may gusto ako dun eh. Once again, yes, I admit, HE'S CUTE. (Lagot ka talaga Ella!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Rap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also from Q-Sci. Isa siya sa mga nang-aasar sakin, pero baet toh. H ealso has some, err, dark secrets, but I don't want to expose him here. Akala ko nga, nung kinarma siya from teasing me, that he was mad at me, hindi pala. He's nice. He's an aspiring engineer. He let me use his phone for my , uhmm, 'special reasons.' I got his number and texted him several times. H e replied one time, saying sorry for not replying, that he just got cellphone load, inubos ko raw kasi. Hehe. He's also one of the guys na nagpapalaganap ng 'bugasismo.' He's also a member of YSG, and again, he's ALSO cute. (Ella tatlo na yan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Katrina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKqjmf99oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_idac43XFGo/s1600-h/610090032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKqjmf99oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_idac43XFGo/s200/610090032l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067300059352004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's our team leader from Pampanga, an amazing person. She has everything. She's totally amazing. We only get to talk when we're in our room after the activities. She's an incoming college student, although still confused as to what course she's going to take. I'm not in the position to talk about her personal life so let's leave it at that. Anyway, she's a core commander, a choir member, a leader of avro=ious organizations, Vice=president of Junior CARP, to name a few. AMAZING is a word that can describe her &lt;em&gt;by a trifle&lt;/em&gt;. She's also a good team leader. She was nice to every one of us. There was a time when Alyana and I were able to talk about her about love lives. Oh, and she's also quite the musician. She's a guitarist with a wonderful voice, not to mention batch salutatorian. What more could she ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends na naging close ko. She's from Tarlac. Sayang she went home early. I got her number though. She's an incoming Fourth Year High School student. She's really nice. we're on the same team an in effect got to know each other during group activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Chao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKnGGf99kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AL7JhXKJzys/s1600-h/ate+chao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067296254010979906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKnGGf99kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AL7JhXKJzys/s200/ate+chao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow incoming junior from Pampanga, from the same school as Ate Kat. She's really nice and I appreciate her effort to make friends with Alyana and I. Her name has a nice story. Hehe. I have her number although we don't text very often since we have different networks. We enjoy the convenience of chat instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Emman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(or she) is not on our team, but he was among the prominent people in the assemble. Honestly, at first glance, &lt;em&gt;crush na crush ko siya&lt;/em&gt;, but then I discovered, si Kuya Emman pala, ay kilala rin bilang Ate Emily. Whaa. I like the way he carries himself. Hindi siya O.A. He's very friendly and is so game! I love the way he dances "Itaktak Mo." He's so darn graceful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Jam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already in college but still belongs to our region. She was among those who helped us formulate our cultural presentation. She's very talented, not to mention pretty, and has a very long name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Ate Jam's older brother, with a very long name as well. He's very nice. &lt;em&gt;Super baet&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, when I was so scared during that "slide for life," he offered to go ahead of us so if ever we would fall, he could be there. &lt;em&gt;Aww&lt;/em&gt;. I chat with him often nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Edu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Nash's close friend. He's so nice too. &lt;em&gt;Very mabaet&lt;/em&gt;, they both are. They even offered us their banigs since we didn't have one. &lt;em&gt;Aww&lt;/em&gt;. He said that he could visit us at MaSci anytime, they were just a text message away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKoc2f99mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O64_VZrjVhk/s1600-h/kuya+edu_kuya+nash_atejam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKoc2f99mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O64_VZrjVhk/s200/kuya+edu_kuya+nash_atejam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067297744364631650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is Kuya Edu, Kuya Nash and Ate Jam &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii. These are just to name a few of course. Of course, I have so many more memories of this wonderful trip, and I'm thankful that, even if it wasn't what I expected it to be, I was given the awesome chance to be on the trip, and be able to take a summer vacation myself. I've planned to spend this summer at home for a change, but God had other plans, adn I like it. I still went out of town this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline: I enjoyed myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-375814727373112546?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/375814727373112546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=375814727373112546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/375814727373112546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/375814727373112546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-dolphin-returnspart-3.html' title='...and the dolphin returns...part 3'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKm8Gf99jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v8JXi_dB9KU/s72-c/yana_for_my_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-8797607408919520619</id><published>2007-05-14T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:53.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the dolphin returns part 2...</title><content type='html'>Okey. Continuation of my post. This is, once again, a very long post. Sorry dear readers, if you have to suffer the tedious reading of my very long posts. Anyway, you don't really have to, no one's forcing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first day at Subic ended with cultural presentatons from different regions, which, unfortunately ended past midnight. I took a bath right afterwards. I knew it would prolong my waking hours considering I would have to wait for my hair to dry, but I knew myself. From experience, I knew that if I planned to take a bath early in the morning, I would never be able to do it. I would already be too darn lazy. So I chose to take a bath and wait for it to dry. I wasn't very sleepy anyway. I dried my hair while using up what was left of my cellphone load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day. Ayun, there were exercises in the morning, then we were regrouped into teams. Alyana and I ended up in Team 4. Haha. What a &lt;em&gt;coincidenc&lt;/em&gt;e, we were both from NCR and from the same school even. Haha, doesn't happen very often I tell you. Whaha. Naughtyness. &lt;em&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bunch of lectures for the rest of the day, about Pure Love(you know, chastity before marriage and fidelity after marriage), about the core problem in society(things should behave the way they were originally planned by God), and we also had some sessions wherein we were free to choose from the 5 different topics that were to be discussed in 5 separate rooms. We had the liberty of choosing the 2 topics that we preferred. It didn't necessarily mean that the team should stay together, but we 'NCR girls' went to the same topic rooms together. Haha. Unity! We went to the rooms that tackled about problems on education and the proposal to remove Values Education from the school curricula, and afterwards about Mass Media and the World Wide Wild Web. They were quite interesting I should say. We were also asked to give our own solutions to these problems prevalent in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the afternoon. when our eyes were already dropping from the continuous lectures, we were awakened by a bunch of games that were held outside. Whee! I must say I did wake up, and it definitely boosted my energy level, especially since our team won in several games. Yehey! Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Saya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing for our Pure Love Rally&lt;em&gt;(oh yes, we were going to a real rally!)&lt;/em&gt; and a continuation of our lecturez were what transpired during the rest of the night. Once agian, I had to stop my poor eyelids from dropping and dozing off into Dreamworld. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was more exciting. The day started with the usual exercises and a morning lecture on service projects, since we were going to do our own service project right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did we do? Well, each team was sent to dfferent parts of the town proper of Olongapo to look for street children whose days we could brighten up in one hour. Our team was assigned at the marketplace. It was quite difficult at first. I mean, it's not easy to just pull out one of those kids to come with us to Jolibee. We would look like a bunch of kidnappers. Eventually though, Alyana was able to find one guy named JR. Half of the team, consisting of me, Alyana and Ate Wendy, followed JR so we could ask permission from his guardians. It was kind of scary if you would ask me. They asked us some questions and had some strange looks on their faces when they saw us. I guess they weren't the kind who were quick to trust. JR's cousin, Lester, joined us too, and we brought them to Jolibee for a treat and listened to their stories. The experience really did wake me up to the reality that indeed, I really am lucky. Imagine, it was Lester's first time to even enter Jolibee, and I go to Jolibee almost weekly, as well as other fast food joints out there. Lester says the security guard never let him in because of his "squatter" image that, in a marketing sense, wasn't very becoming to customers. I was so glad we were able to cheer them up that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next activity was the Pure Love Rally. It was a rally that aimed to uphold chastity before marriage and fidelity after it. In other words, preserving your virginity until the right person comes and staying away from pre-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our chant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are we? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are the Pure Love Generation (2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*We are the PLG! (clap2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are here to say (clap2x) 2x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make it sure! Keep it pure! 2x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One love (clap2x) One life (clap2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One man(clap2x) One wife (clap2x) 2x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolute love, Absolute life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolute sex, Hey that's right! 2x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKwP2f99qI/AAAAAAAAABE/CACNNBJjlYg/s1600-h/303859235l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKwP2f99qI/AAAAAAAAABE/CACNNBJjlYg/s320/303859235l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067306317119354530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pure Love Generation (I'm not in the pic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Saya db?! By the way, Koreans and Japanese girls were the ones who lead us in the rally and did the lectures. They were there at the assembly too. I just adore their high-pitched voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Nagsiksikan kaming mga sisters papunta dun. Whee! We were really carrying plackards and shouting at the top of our lungs at the plaza. I never thought I'd get into one of those. Don't get me wrong though, I have no plans whatsoever of turning into an activist. I wasn't fighting for or against the government in that particular situation anyway. Aside from the chanting, there were also testimonials from our fellow brothers and sisters, as we call them, about their being able to preserve their virginity. For example, if that was me, I would be shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am Ella Mae Masamayor, 14 years old, and STILL A VIRGIN!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I would look like if that was me...Haha. Anyway, totoo naman eh...I am still a virgin...and I don't have plans of giving up my virginity till I get married with the right guy...*ehemehem* Too bad our rally wasn't quite appreciated though. From the back, my new-found kuyas could hear bad remarks from the passers-by, saying that we were just creating noise, and totally bad-mouthing what we were rallying for, making it look stupid and "old fashioned." May nagsabi pa nga raw, &lt;em&gt;"Wala yan! Dito 200 lang may asawa ka na!"&lt;/em&gt; Erk. I guess the venue wasn't so appropriate. Our audience consisted mostly of those of the adult generation and probably think pinaparinggan namin sila about their mistakes. Haii...you can't please everybodyIt was way off into the night when we were able to get back to the school. Guilty nga ako eh. Nauna ako kay Alyana. The van was so jam-packed already. Bad mommy. Anyway, for the rest of the night we just had another lecture, then it was bedtime. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the most anticipated day of all-the day of the Adventure Training. We went to Pamulaklakin Trail where we were in for an adventure! Each team was tasked to go through the forest with different stations. At each station, you have to find the pieces of the message that we had to complete with some challenges to go with them. This was not a race of who gets the message completed first, since we began at different times. It was just a game of pure fun. There wasn't even a competition among teams, but the excitement sure had my blood rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no ordinary trail! I remember a few very interesting challenges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We went down a series of steps,only to find out that we had to go back up and recount them again. Whaaa&lt;br /&gt;*We transferred to the next station dancing "Itaktak Mo"&lt;br /&gt;*We headed for the preceding station jumping like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;*To get past one station, we had to crawl under a bunch of branches that were positioned close to the ground. That would have been easy and boring, but there was a catch - the ground was we had to crawl on was muddy.Hehe, and to think I was wearing white, which eventually turned brown! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;*We had to slide down a very steep slope! Takot kaming dalawa ni Alyana. Nag-slide kami very cautiously. Haha! Sabi ng kumukha ng&lt;br /&gt;video mukha raw akong mamamatay na. Haha. Buti pa yung boys. Nag-skating&lt;br /&gt;lang sila pababa. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;I'm so chicken!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We had to look for a piece of the message by going into a rampaging stream. Wahaha. Sarap ng tubig! So cold! &lt;br /&gt;*We climbed a tree. It wasn't a tall tree. It was very short, unfortunately, I was shorter, and had trouble raising my legs up the only branch to climb on. Tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;*We had to swim under a table in the stream. Dapat tuloy-tuloy ang langoy, para di mauntog! (Note: This is where my video was taken as the "buga master of bugasismo." I'll explain later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure ended with us eating some fruits, reading the message and finding out the reason why the place was called Pamulaklakin Trail(It was because of the many herbal plants in the area as well as a vine called "Pamulaklakin Vine" wherein the sap was healthy for a baby to make the bones strong.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for our ride back to school for quite sometime. While doing so, we took pictures and I bought a souvenir for my bestfriend. :)) Alyana, of majestic beauty(hehe) was video-taped for the video-showing of activities. Hehe. I was excited to see her clip. Little did I know, however, that there were certain shots of me. I'll explain later. We got back to the school to take our baths. Phew! It felt good to get dressed. In the afternoon, the delegates from the different regions were asked to gather among themselves in the auditorium to discuss the proposed actual(gagawin talaga namin) solutions to the problems discussed in the Break-Out Sessions. Our region just discussed abotu our preliminary solutions since JCARP wasn't even instituted in our respective schools yet. Our representative was Kuya Hoshea(Kuya Hoshi!), from Quezon City Science High School, and I should say, he was one heck of a speaker! Ang galing niya! Grabe! I can't really describe it, but it was awesome! Astig! The rest of the time until after dinner, the delegates from our region did nothing but bond with each other. We got each other's contact numbers and had fun laughing. The video compilation of all our activites for the 4-day duration of our stay was shown. I, as I mentioned, was excited to see Alyana, but to my utter dismay, there were more clips of me! Wapak! During the first 3 days. I didn't see myself so much, but on the fourth day, naku! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First was the Welcome Greeating to our "extra challenge." I failed to note that when I was saying "Junior CARP Extra Challenge" that I was in the very middle, and, wearing white, I was very, very visible. Whaa! May pakaway-kaway pa naman ako at nagpapa-cute pa! &lt;br /&gt;*I appeared in the other scenes na nakahawak ang kamay sa baywang at mukhang bangag. Huhu. Nagmukha na naman akong timang.&lt;br /&gt;*I had a very good shot during the mud-crawling part -kitang-kita kung paano ko nilublob sarili ko sa putik!&lt;br /&gt;*I had a very good clip during that "slide for life" part. Kuya Hoshea and Kuya Rap(both from Q-sci) were laughing at how scared I looked.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*The worst part was when I got out of the water after swimming under the table. Mukha kasi akong ewan eh. Naku. It isn't so funny when I talk about it here, but if you would see it, or if I demonstrate it, you'll laugh out of your wits just like every one of us. Bumuga pa ako ng tubig after umahon, parang nagmumumog! And to make matters worse, slow-motion pa! Whaa. At first, I had no idea that it was me although I was laughing so hard, after the shot my friends informed me that, indeed, I was laughing at myself. Naku! Kahihiyan! This is where I was proclaimed the 'buga master' of 'bugasismo.' Lagi tuloy ako inaasar nina Kuya Rap and Kuya Hoshi! Natatakot daw sila pag umiinom akong tubig. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;**Kinarma naman si Kuya Rap eh. Hehe. May funny moment pala siya&lt;br /&gt;the nigh before. I don't want to expose him here, eto nalang clue:&lt;br /&gt;"Taoismo" We had a closing ceremony to end the night. Nag-uuwian na kasi eh. There was even an issue that we high school students agreed to go along with the college students trip home that night with the college students(Kuya Nash, Kuya Edu and Ate Jam) without the consent of our teachers. It was not true of course, they just invited us, but we never said 'yes.'The rest of the night was devoted to writing our insights on our trip, transferring to the air-conditioned media room(originally for the Koreans who already left), and the NCR final bonding moments. I'm so tired! I'll talk about our trip home and the things(as well as people, hehe) I adored during that assembly next time. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-8797607408919520619?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/8797607408919520619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=8797607408919520619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/8797607408919520619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/8797607408919520619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-dolphin-returns-part-2.html' title='...and the dolphin returns part 2...'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKwP2f99qI/AAAAAAAAABE/CACNNBJjlYg/s72-c/303859235l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-801634851179041757</id><published>2007-05-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:39:53.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the dolphin returns...part 1</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Phew! Actually, I wasn't sure if I would post again or not, I've been gone for so long, but then I thought, it would be such a waste to let this blog go to nothing-I mean, after Arviel's nagging, Arviel's teaching, Jason's layout-making, and my fan's(??) longing for my posts(How thick can I get?), it would be a shame to not tell something about what's been going on. In other words, this is going to be quite a long post. Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our supposed to be next parlia meeting was April 30, a Monday. I hate Mondays. Everyhthing is just 50% more hectic on a Monday. I had double thoughts on whether or not I would go to the parlia meeting. Anyway, being the &lt;strong&gt;mahilig-pahirapan-ang-sarili&lt;/strong&gt; kind of person, I decided to go to Manila anyway. Guess what? Parlia Adventure Part II-CANCELLED! Ms. Quintal was away on an emergency trip to Bicol and wasn't available that week. In effect, we didn't have a letter that would allow us to hold a training at school. Haha, and to think I was there at 11 am, when Ms. Sayat(T.H.E. Department Head) was right there to inform me of the good news(giggles). Haha. So I just started informing everyone else. Anyway, I wasn't the only "victim," Ate Paula showed up too, but left home after hearing the news. Kuya Noriel arrived at Masci around 1pm, and accompanied me to lunch at McDo, where we feasted on burgers and fries for lunch at 2pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day doesn't end there. I had no plans whatsoever of letting my trip go to waste. It had to be meaningful, and who would I call? Ghostbusters! Hehe. Kidding aside, my bestfriend happened to be my textmate that time. Haha. Our random conversation shortly led to him going all the way from Pque to Manila for me. Sigh...&lt;em&gt;Knight in shining armor ba ito?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. He really did come. Hehe. And I'm sorry to inform you that I shall say no more. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;BITIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKpE2f99nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xT7ilS056b4/s1600-h/16-05-07_2300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKpE2f99nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xT7ilS056b4/s320/16-05-07_2300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067298431559399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ..a little gift from Romblon...from...hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises don't end there. That night, while I was quietly watching &lt;em&gt;Maria Flordeluna&lt;/em&gt; (I hate Wilma!), my cellphone started ringing. I though it was Papa or Mama, but no, it was Ms. Nacion! Just imagine how shocked and how bewildered I was, wondering whatever it was she wanted. I soon found out that she was inviting me to go to&lt;strong&gt; Subic for a leadership training from May 1-5&lt;/strong&gt;! All-expense paid! Huwhaaat?! I was in awe. I've never been away from home for so long, but I really wnated to give it a try! And Papa actually agreed! Whoopee! I was going with Alyana. Whaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of whatever it was we were going to do there, but to be perfectly honest with you, when I think of Subic, I think of dolphins! Haha. Ocean Adventure! Unfortunately, the next day, I've discovered that where we were going was nowhere near Ocean Adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Eden accompanied me to Masci. Ms. Coco accompanied us on the trip as well. We rode a taxi going to the err...I forgot. Basta, tapat ng SM North Edsa at malapit sa Quezon City Science High School. We were riding the van together with other delegates from NCR. It was quite a long trip-3 hours if I'm not mistaken. Anway, let's go back to our location. So, I was dreaming of dolphins, right? Well, I woke up to the reality of Regional Science High School! Haha. That was where we were staying. It wasn't bad. It was able to accomodate delegates from all over the country, and it wasn't like the bathrooms weren't functioning well. I had no complaints with regards to accomodations as a matter of fact. Talk about high expectations! Haha. I wanted to go home, really, but little did I know that I was n for a trp I would never forget. Besides, I was already there, why not make the most out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me tell you what leadership training this really was. All the delegates from NCR(thus, including us) all the while believed it to be a leadership training for research projects or anything related to Science. I mean, having the Science Department Head inform you, and a Science teacher accompanying you, what would you expect? Surprise no. 2. It was actually the First General Assembly for the Junior Collegiate Association of Research of Principles or JCARP. CARP is an orgainization instituted to solve the real problems in this world and transforming it into one global family with the motto, "There's no such thing as number 2. Only NUMBER 1!", and in Junior CARP's situation, it was about the youth taking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was quite confusing. There were so many delays and technical difficulties during the opening ceremony at SUBAC. It was the first time I've attended an opening ceremony that lasted from 11am to 8pm. Whoo! It was also the irst opening ceremony wherein we had a band, several lectures, and let's not forget Algore's 3-hour movie on global warming that unfortunately and accidentally put me to sleep for a few minutes. Anyway, I was amused at how he was able to connect everything to global warming. He's definitely better that Bush, I should say. The rest of the night was devoted to the preparation and presentation of cultural presentations by region. This is where Alyana and I met our new friends, although we weren't that bonded, it was really a good start, although our presentation didn't turn out so beautifully as we expected. I remember my role though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May isa pong babaeng nagtetext.(ako yun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice: Pangarap mo bang pansinin ka ng crush mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*malanding babae(that's me) tumingin kay cute na boy(Kuya Edu) sabay tanggal ipit*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice: Pangarap mo bang maging kayo ng crush mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*naglalandi ang babae sabay tanggal salamin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice: Kung ganun, iboto si POSPORO KINTSAY, pangarap niyang tuparin ang mga pangarap mo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSPORO KINTSAY(Kuya Nash): Pwamis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*posing!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute db? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. This is the first part of my story. Ang haba pa kasi ng kekwento ko, but unfortunately it's past midnight, so I have to get some shut-eye. Anyway, I promise I'll continue the story-telling tomorrow. Believe me, the following stories gets even more interesting. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-801634851179041757?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/801634851179041757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=801634851179041757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/801634851179041757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/801634851179041757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-dolphin-returnspart-1.html' title='...and the dolphin returns...part 1'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2RF8tlWr48/RlKpE2f99nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xT7ilS056b4/s72-c/16-05-07_2300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-109335425279947205</id><published>2007-04-27T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:45:21.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Works in Mysterious Ways</title><content type='html'>Phew! I wasn't able to post yesterday. I was kind of 'lazy' last night. Well, not really out of tiredness...more of happiness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember that yesterday was April 26 -- the day I wanted to erase from the calendar? Guess what, I 've changed my mind. Haha. To cut it short, I've proven once agan how God always provides, and how He works in mysterious ways. I remember an excerpt from the song, "God Will Make a Way" by Don Moen(one of my favorite Christian singers). Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God will make a way, when there seems to be no way...&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways we cannot see, He will make a way for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the message of that song totally applies to my supposed-to-be-dreaded April 26. Let's review. What were my problems for that day? It was simply the fact that two very important appointments I had to attend to and I had no idea how I would be able to get through that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night on April 25, after reading the assigned speeches for parlia, I turned off the computer, thought about my problems, and said, "Bahala na." Before going to sleep, I prayed that everything would tun out right, I put everything in His hands, and asked Him to help me get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered my prayer. Hre's how it all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of frustated when I woke up since I knew that the day had come, and I was also running late. It's not that I had to be there as early as the sunrise, it's just that I wanted to get there early so I could have loads of time to fix my dilemmas. I was in such a hurry. I hardly ate anything for breakfast, I hurriedly combed my hair, and when I got to the bus stop(I went there alone for the first time yesterday. yey!) I said to myself that since I was running late, I would get on the first bus that comes by bound for Manila, so I did. Just my luck--standing!! It wasn't an ordinary nakatayo-ako-sa-bus situation. Frankly, that was the most crowded bus ride I ever encountered. I even thought the conductor would forget that I haven't paid for my fare yet(but he didn't unfortunately, hehe). I was able to seat myself by the time we arrived in Baclaran. My feet were almost dead by that time, and I had a hard time reaching for the handbars for standing due to my height. Anyway, when I arrived at Masci, I was reluctant to enter since I thought I was the only incoming Third Year(incoming Fourth Years were having their enrollment that time), but I guess I was wrong, since some of my batchmates were already there. Anyway, I saw Kuya Bart and asked for a book on Parlia to borrow, then we saw Ate Denesy and I borrowed from her instead. I read some pages while I was able to talk with a few of my batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang after a while--it was Mommy! May bago siyang number; her former cell was busted. I was able to talk to my bestfriend afterwards. Once I got to talk to him, we hardly separated! Haha. We talked and ate our lunch at McDo then went back to Masci. I talked to Sir Victorio about my dilemma about the enrollment, though the only answer he gave me was to excuse myself for a while and run down to sign my agreement. Haii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started reviewing for parlia then went to the room and started discussing about the speeches. Prior to that, I asked Oliver to watch out for my aunt and assist her in enrolling since it was her first time. Baet ni Oliver! I was so worried since I felt my phone vibrating and I just knew it was Mama Eden, but as I said, God found a way for me. Just when the orientation ended and enrollment was about to start, we found out that the room we were using was going to be used for enrollment. Thus, I was able to ask permission to go and sign my agreement while we moved to another room. I was even able to see some of my batchmates along the way. I returned to our new room and we continued. Through the discussion, sir asked us if we wanted to quit, we had better quit as early as now. I have to admit I had double thoughts on that matter. I knew I was kind of tired from travel, but then again, I 'm no quitter. I may have to sacrifice a lot, but God has ways, and I trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our discussion, I discovered that my bestfriend was still there. As usual, my companions teased me about it. Well, I'm kind of used to it. Haha.&lt;strong&gt; "What's new?"&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe. I accompanied Kuya Justine in calling at a payphone before I headed for home. My bestfriend caught up. Haha. We stopped over at Jolibee so I could quench my thirst. Haha. Finally, I(we) went home. Whehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? Things didn't all go wrong as I expected. I was able to attend to my appointments and see my friends at the same time. God is so wonderful. I thank Him for a day filled with problems that He amazingly fixed. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop here. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-109335425279947205?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/109335425279947205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=109335425279947205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/109335425279947205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/109335425279947205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='God Works in Mysterious Ways'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-9045992932392085821</id><published>2007-04-25T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:10:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news..and Bad News</title><content type='html'>GOOD NEWS: Na-text ko na si Ma'am Nacion. The Science Seminar was postponed. Hehe! So happy. That means all I have to worry about is the enrollment and parlia tomorrow. I have to study for parlia today and if Mr. Victorio still doesn't reply, I'll try talking to him tomorrow morning. Haii. That means, whole day pa rin ako sa MaSci. Woe is me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: Hndi mapapadala ni Kuya Cielo yung file ng Parliamentary Book by Orendain! Wak. That's what I need to be reading. Haii, but he did say that he would still be sending some files. Haii. Kailangan ko talaga pumunta ng maaga para makahiram ng libro. Haii. Di ko siya masisisi, mahaba talaga yun. Dapat kasi pupunta ako sa Manila ngayon. May napa-reserve na sina Kuya Cielo na book sa Merriam Bookstore sa may Don Bosco. Magpapasama sana ako kanina, kaso hindi na ako pinayagan. Wala rin naman akong money para sa book kung saka-sakali. Hihingi sana ako kay Papa kaso wala na rin siyang money. Sa May pa niya makukuha yung sunod niyang sahod. So kahit ano gawin ko, di talaga ako makakakuha ng book. Dapat din kahapon ako bibili sa Recto, kaso nga nakakahiya kay Papa kasi hinintay pa nila ako sa Masci at hndi sila umuwi agad para masundo ako, binilhan pa ako ng Jolibee. Alam ko namang pagod si Papa eh. Late na nga kami nakauwi eh. Haii. Of all the times para magsabay-sabay mga problema ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, aaralin ko nalang ang pwedeng aralin. Bahala na kung paano ko marereview yung mga yun by tomorrow. Goodluck sakin. Naku, kawawa naman si Uncle RG tomorrow. First time niyang umattend ng mga ganito. Wala naman akong ibang masasama kasi wala parents koh. Panu na siya pag enrollment? I won't be there from 1-3pm so he'll be all alone. Mahiyain pa naman yun. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. That's all. Aaralin na lang ang dapat aralin. God, help me. please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-9045992932392085821?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/9045992932392085821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=9045992932392085821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/9045992932392085821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/9045992932392085821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-newsand-bad-news.html' title='Good news..and Bad News'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-7364488931173333282</id><published>2007-04-25T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:18:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Confused. Undeniably Problematic</title><content type='html'>Wak. I just realized how problematic I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Remember my post about being so excited about tomorrow since it was enrollment? Well, not anymore. I was excited because I thought we would have our parliamentary training in the morning, and then be free for the enrollment in the afternoon. Woe is me. I was so stupid not to think that the enrollment of the Incoming Fourth Years would be set at a different time. Stupid me! Their enrollment is 8 am in the morning, &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;we have our training at 1-5pm. Wak! Just in time for the enrollment. Haii. And I was longing for that day to come. I don't think it would be proper to have the meeting moved since then, they would only be doing that for my sake, and I'm the only Third Year who's been attending the meeting ever since. Nakakahiya naman if we had to move the meeting just because of me and my silly excuses.Tsk, tsk. Anyway, I kind of resolved that matter. Since enrollment is nothing more than surrendering your report card and signing the agreement, the Fourth Years suggested that I just sign my agreement before the meeting starts. Well, I guess I could do that. I did get myself into this, so I have to sacrifice a lot, even if I have been waiting weeks for enrollment. Well, there are tmes when I have to do these things, meaning 'sacrifice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot nga very bestfriend ko eh. I can't blame him. We both waited for the day, but he's right, I do have to prioritize things. It's no one's fault, it's just a matter of circumstance(although I know he really isn't okay with it). I texted Sir Victorio to ask if it was alright. As of this moment he hasn't replied yet. Hope he does soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have another problem. I just remembered(because I totally forgot) about the Science Seminar that Ma'am Nacion asked me to attend. And guess when it is? &lt;em&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt; Wak. I'm not sure if it was cancelled or anything, although I do hope it was. We have no idea about the details of that seminar. We weren't contacted in any way these first few weeks of summer. I totally forgot about it. As of now, all I know is that it's tomorrow. Wak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of all the days of summer why did all my appointments have to be tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt; Does this mean that I have to choose? Well, definitely, I can somehow do something about the enrollment, I hope, but what if there still is a Science Seminar? It wouldn't be good to ditch this thing on such short notice, but I also don't want to give up the Parliamentary training. It would seem like I've given up and decided that I'm too weak for it. I do have a difficult time coping with the class, but I still want to continue. I don't want to be quitter. It's not that I think I can do a lot to help the team, frankly I think they would all do fine without me, but that's no excuse to quit. I know, there's no certainty that I'll be staying in that class. When time comes that we have to choose the eleven who will be in the contest, I have a strong hunch that I won't be among them. That's the only time I stop. I understand that all my hardships and expenditures would have no bearing once I get myself eliminated, but at least I've experienced something I never thought I could handle for a minute. I know I'm weak, but somehow this training makes me stronger. It forces me to be the disciplined Ella that I used to be. Haii, even if it entails sacrificing the things I love, but I want to know something. i want to know if I can do this. Wak. I even get teary-eyed at the thought of it, but I will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my problems. Panu na yun? Whaa. Even Ace didn't reply to my text messages, and I haven't received the reading materials that Kuya Cielo will be sending for tomorrow. Mr. Victorio hasn't responded yet. Naku, what if he thinks nagpapa-importante ako? Grabe, I always face the difficulty of being alone. During my First Year and Second Year, I was the only one in our batch who was a member of the Supreme Student Government, and it wasn't easy. Whenever there was a meeting, whenever I had to be excused form class, I had to do it on my own. Once I got back to class, I also had to make up for my missed subjects alone. This year, I'm no longer an SSG member, but somehow they have it a lot easier than I do. None of my batchmates who are SSG members attended the training or were asked to go to the seminar. Well, Oliver and Donna did attend the meeting before classes ended, but I've never seen them again. Haii. Kinakabahan na naman ako for tomorrow. Wala pa akong nababasang materials for tomorrow. Wak. Help me, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, sana maayos ko na lahat ng problema ko. Please...please help me. I obviously can't solve these on my own. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-7364488931173333282?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/7364488931173333282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=7364488931173333282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/7364488931173333282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/7364488931173333282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/utterly-confused-undeniably-problematic.html' title='Utterly Confused. Undeniably Problematic'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-2171634299994082392</id><published>2007-04-24T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:23:51.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaya ko toh...I won't give up...</title><content type='html'>Parlia namin ngayong. I don't want to mention all the details, I'm too tired to do so. All I can say is that it was tougher than the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tongue-tied more times today and gave a bunch of stupid answers. We also had our exam today. I was very early though; I arrived in Manila around 11 am, the meeting was 1 pm. I just stayed in Masci trying to read what I could, which frankly didn't help much today. I guess it also didn't help that Ate Nina wasn't able to make it. Yup, it gets tougher every meeting, and I know the following meetings will be bloodier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I had to commute today didn't lighten my load at all. Well, at least I had Papa and Kuya Nevo to accompany me. They even bought me a good Jolibee meal, something I've been missing &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much. After I ate we boarded a bus bound for home. Just my luck - Standing! Apparently it was too late to expect any bus that still had any available seats. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to arrive home expecting to get a it of rest at least. I was so stupid. How can I expect peace and quiet in the presence of my brother who believes in sinocentrism? Grr. Just when I was about to use the computer, he stopped me. It's not like he was using the computer anyway. He just didn't want me to use it. Grr. Stupdity. Good thing Papa was there. He practically sent my brother out of the room. Yehey! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, serious matters. Even if I had a hard time commuting, in the debates, in the discussion, and even in the 'comfort' of my own home, I have no plans of giving up. I admit, the thought did cross my mind, but I realized that that would do no good. I did realize that it was an extra burden aside from my upcoming, hell-like Third Year, but God will proveide. Haha. Kaya ko toh, although I have no idea how. It's going to be a matter of knowing how to do maximize my time, but it doesn't matter. I chose to be in this position and there's no turning back. I'm no quitter. I'll still try my best. Eventually I'll get the hang of it, I hope. I do realize that I have a lot to sacrifice- internet, leisure time, sports, socializing etc. My summer has been cut short, but I don't care. I want to try my best. And I guess, I asked for it. I've realized, while commuting, that I've always asked God to help me regain the discipline I used to have. I've always wanted to return the discipline  I used to have toward my studies that I've somehow lost(probably due to the discovery of the fun of internet and 'further' socializatin, i.e., malling and gala). Apparently, I've been trying to do such for my entire Second Year, but to no avail. I was lucky enough to make it to the top 3 knowing I've been lazy, idle and well, 'different' as compared to how I used to be. This parliamentary training may be the very answer to my prayers. In this training, I'm forced to discipline myself no matter what. I believe, that in the process, I will be able to help myself get back whatever it is I've lost. I do hope so. I really, really do want to be better, even if it entails sacrificing the things I have been enjoying. Tsk, tsk. No pain, no gain. No guts, no glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. ;) I need some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-2171634299994082392?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/2171634299994082392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=2171634299994082392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2171634299994082392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2171634299994082392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/kaya-ko-tohi-wont-give-up.html' title='Kaya ko toh...I won&apos;t give up...'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-5229475392687521256</id><published>2007-04-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:58:34.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special Again</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to say about today. The flow of events has been as normal as it always is. I got up around 9 in the morning, fixed myself a Milo 'energy' drink, ate pandesal for a light breakfast, then finished my Milo in the living room while watching Naruto. Nagustuhan ko naman yung timpla ng Milo ko ngayon, although medyo matabang, forgot to add sugar, I guess, but I still liked it, especially when I dipped the pandesal in it. Yum! Hindi na nga ako naglalagay ng palaman eh. The Milo is more than enough. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagsawa na ako sa Naruto, I went upstairs and took my bath. May pakanta-kanta pa akong nalalaman. Ewan. Nagpakasenti. I sang the songs I loved in Grade Three, e.g., "Like A Rose," "The Last Flight Out," "Incomplete," "I Lay My Love On You." Hehe. Antagal ko tuloy sa banyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished bathing just in time for our lunch. Wow! 10 something kami kumain. Haha. Tinola siya, so nabusog ako agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Gerald and I argued on who would use the computer first. Yey. For the first time I got to use t first. Yehey! I have my reasons anyway. I need to search on those terms for Parlia. Wak. Bukas na pala yun. Whaa. Kaya ko ba toh? It's totally difficult, pero ginusto ko siya, so I guess I can't turn back, unless of course, if I get eliminated. Wak. Sayang lahat ng gastos. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. For the past 3 hours I've been searching the Internet and I'm still not finished. I decided to take a break and write a post for today. See? Nothing special at all. Tomorrow marami malamang mangyayari. Whaa. Late uwian na naman. No pain, no gain nga naman. Meron din ulit sa Thursday before enrollment. Well, at least after the meeting on Thursday, mini-reunion kahit papaano. I've longed for that day, and it's only a few days away. Two hours lang yung enrollment, pero alam niyo naman ako, I'd be happy for an 'extension'--sa rob! Haha. As if naman papayagan ako. Well, doesn't matter. Makita ko lang ulit mga friends ko I'd be happy with that, but it's not wrong to hope. Haha. I have to amke the most of what's left of my summer. Kailangan yun. By summer after Third Year, hindi ko na mararamdaman ang summer, since I'd still be busy considering those reviews and all. Dapat masaya ngayong summer after Second Year. Time flies too fast and there's nothing I can do about it except to make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii, I'm officially a Third Year student come Thursday. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-5229475392687521256?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/5229475392687521256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=5229475392687521256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/5229475392687521256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/5229475392687521256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-special-again.html' title='Nothing Special Again'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-2378680710097083375</id><published>2007-04-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:40:50.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how weak I am. I have to get a hold of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much studying last night. I did read up a bit but honestly, that was totally not enough. I don't know why. My body juts didn't feel like it. I don't kow if it was some kind of hangover or anything, but I'm totally not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wasn't able to fight the urge to text. I knew I said I wouldn't text anyone, not even my very bestfriend, but it's like something compelled me to do so.  I just reassured myself that it was just a forwarded message that I would send and whether or not he would reply, I would not text again, but as usual, I texted several times until I finally stopped myself. Tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, there's nothing special so far. The  latest(and most annoying) thing that happened was that my brother used &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;computer first again. I let him slide again, seeing no use in arguing. When it was my turn, he turned on the T.V. which, in order to conserve electricity, is not allowed. I didn't allow him at all, which kind of pissed him off, and started murmuring remarks about me being lucky enough that he even let me use it. My gosh, when will he ever realize that he should be thanking me for letting him use my computer? Grr. He makes my blood boil just thinking about it, but it wasn't anything out-of-the-ordinary. Heck, it happens everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone has been quiet so far, and that's good, I think. It's good in a sense that I won't be wasting what's left of my monthly load. I could register for SMART Unlimited Texting, but then, if I really want to save, I have to make the most out of the 24 hours that I'd be given to text continuously. Anyway, if anyone texts me, I would reply, but I won't text them first, and I will not respond to such messages that are obviously not important, with, *ehem*, some exceptions of course(to those who know me, you know "who" I'm referring to.) &lt;strong&gt;:))&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to my studying, I did do some reading, but I fell asleep. Tsk, tsk. I guess I should get a grip of myslef. Or maybe it's my added weight that makes me fall asleep more often, or maybe the summer heat is getting to me. Whatever it is, I don't want it distracting me forever. So, anyway, in an hour, I should be getting ready to attend mass, I just used the computer for writing my post for today. I'm not sure if I'd be back later in the night. I need to review on what we discussed the other day and I think I'd be needing to search them on the internet for further information. If not, I just have to continue my reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, my &lt;strong&gt;not-special-because-nothing-really-made-my-day-special-or-gave-me-a-reason-to-smile day. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-2378680710097083375?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/2378680710097083375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=2378680710097083375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2378680710097083375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/2378680710097083375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-6098720587366067885</id><published>2007-04-21T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:41:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically and Mentally Tired</title><content type='html'>Phew! I'm finally making my post about my incredible day yesterday. Well, unlike the other day, we had our parliamentary procedure meeting, with some "amendments" though. I was told to be there at 8 am, so I was panicking my way into getting to Manila, I even forgot my pony! (all girls are supposed to be in ponytails during meetings) Luckily I got there at 7:30 am. I searhced down the street for someplace where I could buy myself a pony. I eventually ended up in 7 eleven where i finelly found one. Wak. P20 wasted! Anyway, I stood by the gate and got worried that it might be cancelled again. It was 7:55 am and still I was all alone there! I even had to text Kuya Timothy, but he confirmed that it wasn't cancelled. At 8 am, I saw Ate Nina walking and waved at her. Guess what she told me? She said that some of them asked Sir Manuel (trainor) to start at 1 pm instead, since the incoming 4th year students were having their review. Ate Nina suggested that instead of texting all of them, she just decided to leave things as they were and that we could just review for the meeting in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we stayed at the UTP reading. Then Kuya Eric showed up. We started talking about a lot of stuff. They talked about being a Thrid Year student, turning 4th yr, etc. Kuya Cielo joined in later on. It got so hot in school that we decided to go to McDo. On our way, we bumped into Kuya Bart. Haha. Dapat lolokohin namin yun eh. We were supposed to say that the meeting was over and we were sent away due to, uhmm, "lack of quorum." Haha. At McDo, things got even more fun. Kuya Cielo started talking (in a very loud voice) about the hmm, "lack of progression" in the country under the leadership of the current Arroyo administration. There were debates among them and I just sat there amused. Haha. Nakakatuwa kaya. Ang ingay-ingay namin dun. Haha. Tapos kung san-san na napunta yung usapan. We had so many random conversations that popped out from nowhere. Napunta pa nga sa idol ko raw si Joker Arroyo eh. Haha. Memorize ko kasi yung political ad niya sa T.V. Haha. Basta, when I'm eligible to vote, and Kuya Cielo runs for office, I 'll vote for him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at McDo and after some time went back to the school where we practiced our speeches. I was honestly reluctant to do so. I don't like practicing my speeches word for word. My voice gets monotonous that way. I didn't even memorize my speech. Haha. They helped me though, and I really appreciated that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got back to the "random topic conversations" that we had earlier, until Sir finally came. Even with only 6 of us(Kuya Timothy arrived just as we were about to start), we still continued the meeting. So, the meeting started. As usual, I was so nervous. I was able to answer some questions but totally stammered with other questions. Wak. At around 3pm he started listening to our speeches. I got so nervous since I didn't have any idea if I was going to deliver it properly. I'm used to extemporaneous speeches. I let my mind doing the thinking and my tongue just following it. After I delivered mine, he asked if that was a speech or an extemporaneous *word I can't remember*. I got scared since I thought he didn't like it one bit. Ate Nina helped me answer though, saying it was a conversational type of speech(Thank you Ate NIna!). What do you know? He said it was good! I could hardly believe my ears. I personally didn't think it was my best. He asked what year I was in, and I answered that I was incoming Third Year, then I took my seat. I didn't get too happy about it though. I knew that I could have done better and that wasn't enugh to generally self-proclaim myself as "good." We also talked about the next meeting. We're going to meet twice next week and three times a week in May, Grabe. Kaya ko ba yun? Well, I have to. I wanted to do this, so there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate time was totally gruelling. I found it hard to answer properly. My statements weren't that good, I couldn't think that fast, and I stammered! Generally, our performance wasn't that good. Even Ate Nina found it more difficult than her training last year. Sabi niya last year debating was more on the principles and ideas, but now we were focusing on the law itself. We really had to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, we went to Ms. Quintal's room. I took my answer sheet for our test the last meeting. Gosh. I only got 24/50. I really do have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked southwards and parted at the LRT Station. It was quite a while before I got myself on a bus, and I was lucky enough to ven sit down. That was when my physical and mental tiredness took their toll on me. I was so tired that I chose to ride the tricycle contrary to my original plan of taking a jeepney to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat much when I got home. I wanted to rest rather than to eat. I washed up after eating then watched T.V. in the family room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I felt the sudden longing for a laptop computer. I don't know. I just feel like I need it. It would be more comfortable to use a laptop so I could make posts, log on to friendster, research or chat in the comfort of my own room, without anyone to disturb me. Parang yung kay Celine sa "Maging Sino Ka Man." Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that for this post. As you can see, I finally have a good skin! Hhaha. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;! Yehey. Kaso wala pa rin chatbox. Don't worry guys. It's under construction and will be coming soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-6098720587366067885?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/6098720587366067885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=6098720587366067885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6098720587366067885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6098720587366067885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/physically-and-mentally-tired.html' title='Physically and Mentally Tired'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-3507288707998435219</id><published>2007-04-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:43:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salamat Jason!</title><content type='html'>Before anything else, bago na skin koh! Haha. I know, I know, ampanget db? It's so plain simple at wala pa rin akong chatbox. Well, ayos lang. Sabi ni Jason gagawan daw niya ako ng layout! Baet! Baka by tomorrow pa siya matatapos. Haha. Would you believe gagawin pa rin niya yun after all that we've been through? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy mga pinagdaanan namin. Whoah. Mula First Yr pa yun. Ayoko na balikan yung lahat. Masyado na yung bad na ginawa ko. Pero bati na kami ngayon. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat Jason! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-3507288707998435219?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/3507288707998435219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=3507288707998435219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/3507288707998435219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/3507288707998435219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/hall-of-crushes-elementary-version.html' title='salamat Jason!'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-4789569798290607535</id><published>2007-04-19T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:59:58.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlia Adventure</title><content type='html'>What am i doing here, you ask? Dapat nasa isang parliamentary prosedure meeting ako ngayon. Well, talaga naman eh, pero guess what? cancelled xa!! That would've been good news...if i knew that sooner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 6:30 in the morning. Haha, medyo over-excited considering that i slept at 12 midnight. I was supposed to get up at 8 am as i scheduled myself to do so. So natulog ulit ako. At 8 am, i went straight to the bathroom to take a bath. I dressed up, ate my brunch (at 9 am) then Mama Eden fixed my hair for me. Kuya Kirby accompanied me to Patindig Araw(Yung bus stop sa higway) at around 10:45. So, nakasakay ako ng bus, binayaran ko yung conductor (P33) then set myself to enjoy the ride. I took out my copy of Section VI of the Constitution to do a little reading. Nasa bandang bahay ni Bong Revilla na ako when I was surprised to feel my phone vibrating in my jeans pocket. "Brr. Brr," went my phone. Siyempre kinuha ko, actually a bit reluctantly kasi tinatamad ako(nahilo kasi ako sa pagbabasa). What do you know? galing kay kuya Timothy! Here goes the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No Parlia meETING today, parlia is toMorR0w, its&lt;br /&gt;8-5pm aun..Study pls and bring parents permit..K tnx pki pasS to s ibA - nina&lt;br /&gt;jyne dc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, was I mad? Sa totoo lang, hindi, hindi talaga. It was actually my fault anyway. Hello, 1pm pa kaya ang meeting tapos I left the house 10:45? My fault. Haha. So, anong magagawa ko? Of course, total waste of money kung tutuloy pa ako sa Manila, for sure mapapalakwatsa lang ako nun. Baka sabihin pa talagang nag-date kami ni Angelo as they would jokingly say. Haii. Nonsense. So, naisip ko, sa SM na lang kaya ako bumaba. Yun na yung pinakamalayong lugar aside from Manila kung saan marunong akong umuwi. May sakayan ng jeep naman dun eh. If I would have gone any farther, hindi ko na alam pabalik unless Manila ako bababa. Natuwa pa ako sa idea na magma-mall ako at uuwi mag-isa. ;) Dream come true. Haha. Pero naisip ko rin, baka magalit sila Mama Eden. So I decided to bring home a snack from Jolibee. Naalala ko rin that Mama Eden was looking for a color of thread for her cross stitch. I texted her to ask the thread number and what part of SM I could find it. Akala ko magrereply siya at magtatanong kung bakit ko tinatanong. Instead she answered my question. Haha. Gulat ako dun ah. Anyway, nag-unli na rin ako para may magawa naman ako habang nag-aadventure. Siyempre, sino pa ba itetext ko? Haha. Siyempre yung very bestfriend ko. :) Ang ganda nga ng unang message ko eh. Haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anung gagawin/mararamdaman mo pag may lakad ka dapat pero hindi na2loy at nakabayad ka na sa bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So nagtext-text kami. He didn't need to ask kung nangyari ba yun sakin. Obvious naman eh. Hehe. Nagpayo rin yung guardian angel ko. Haha. So ayun.. Hinanap-hanap ko yung thread pero di ko nakita at napagod ako. Bumili na lang ako ng B1  sa Jolibee. I boarded the jeep at around 11am. Bumaba ako sa Imus palengke at sumakay ng tricycle. Badtrip yung driver kasi hindi pa ata nakakarating ng Bucandala. Nag-wrong turn sa may kanto. Grr. Dati naman sumakay kami ng tricycle sa may FRC mall pa pero nakauwi naman ng matino. Lokong driver yun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So nung papalapit na ako sa bahay, nagtext ako kay Mama Eden:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And2 na ako. Sa harap ng bahay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayos diba? Hehe. Siyempre nagtanong sila kung anong ginagawa ko sa bahay ng ganun kaaga, pero hindi naman nagalit. I took a rest and continued texting before Gerald finally let me use the computer (which is actually &lt;strong&gt;mine) &lt;/strong&gt;So here I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, Arviel helped me fix my blog and change the skin. Mahal ko talaga yun. Bait! Hehe. I owe him one. Kung papaano man niya yun nalagay, salamat sa kanya. Hope you like it. Blue-green siya. :) Blue for my ultimate favrite color, and green, well, influence of Dalton. Haha. Miss those guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-4789569798290607535?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/4789569798290607535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=4789569798290607535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/4789569798290607535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/4789569798290607535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/parlia-adventure.html' title='Parlia Adventure'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-6445032930706262100</id><published>2007-04-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:29:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medyo Inayos</title><content type='html'>I just finished washing up for the night. After watching the news saka na ako magkukulong sa kwarto at mag-aaral for tomorrow. I just edited the fonts and colors in this blog. I don't have time to change the skin entirely. It needs time kasi, but I don't have time right now. Haii. Time is such a horrible tyrant. Bakit ba kailangan sunud-sunuran tayo sa oras? Oras ang dahilan kaya lagi akong nagmamadali, kaya hindi ko magawa ang gusto kong gawin. Haii, pero siguro, kung tayo ang kumokontrol ng oras, maraming gulo, kasi siyempre iba-iba tayo ng gustong amount of time, eh di may gulo, hindi tayo sabay-sabya. Tsaka if we were able to control our time, lagot na! Super tamad na natin. Wala na ang tinatawag nating "discipline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. May naisip na akong magandang post pag dumating ang oras na libre ako the whole afternoon. Paki-abangan na alng. Promise, magugustuhan niyo yun. Well, at least, most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto clue: Yun ang magiging first post ko na may pictures. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-6445032930706262100?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/6445032930706262100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=6445032930706262100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6445032930706262100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/6445032930706262100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/medyo-inayos.html' title='Medyo Inayos'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-8090763806483682427</id><published>2007-04-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:09:13.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nasa internet cafe ako ngayon. Dapat kasi ma-print ko na ang constitution. Actually, the past few days kinokopya ko lang sa aking notebook from the internet, kaso i undersetimated the length of our constitution--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANG HABA! &lt;/span&gt;Grabe. Di kaya un ng powers ko. So i decided papaprint ko nalang tapos babasahin mamaya, kaso, na-underestimate ko na naman. Wak. Kulang na kulang pera ko para sa lahat ng article na kelangan ko i-copy paste.Well, di naman sa kulang. May money naman ako onti. pero kahit na, allowance ko dapat un para bukas. Hindi pwede maubos sa constitution na toh!!! Ayun tuloy. hanggang article VIII cguro toh. basahin ko nalang yung iba sa house. Haii. cramming naman toh oh! Tapos ung speech ko pang di ko pa maintindihan kung kaya ko i-deliver ng mahusay. Grabe. pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm. Nakakaasar din kapatid ko kanina. Haii naku, inuulit-ulit na naman na kami na ni Angelo. Grr. Asar talaga ako kasi hindi talaga totoo. Tapos pinagpipilitan niyang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 months&lt;/span&gt; na raw kami?? San naman nagmula yun? Asar talaga ako, para siyang ewan. It's like he has a "personality problem" or something. Hayop talaga yun. haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ayun. Papa-print ko na toh tapos mag-aaral na ako para kahit papaano may masagot naman ako bukas. Wish me luck! :) Baka mamaya na ako or bukas mag-post ulet. Gastos pa kasi kung dito pa. May internet naman sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-8090763806483682427?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/8090763806483682427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=8090763806483682427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/8090763806483682427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/8090763806483682427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/internet-cafe.html' title='Internet Cafe'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-288253668755986926</id><published>2007-04-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:58:52.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gutom'/><title type='text'>I Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haii. Suko na ako. Kanina pa ako naghahanap ng blogskin para sa blog ko. langhiya, ayaw ba naman mag-save. Sadly, I still have some other things to do that are far more important. So, sa mga friends ko na gusto makita ang aking blog, wag muna ngayon. Haha.. Hindi pa siya ready. Siguro some other time na lang. Maghahanap ako ng matinong blogskin next time. pag may time ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ayun. aalis kasi ako bukas. pupunta ako ng masci. Actually, natatakot pa ako. parlia kasi eh. Feeling ko sasabunan na naman ako. Ewan ko. bumaba na ang aking self confidence. ---HINDI PWEDE TOH. May goal ako for Third Year. Dapat mabalik na ang dati kong discpline at hilig sa studies. Hindi naman sa hindi na ako interested sa studies ko, pero hindi na kasi tulad ng dati na super GC na ako. Tulad nung grade6. Nung grade 6 yung pinakamagandang year ko ng pag-aaral so far, kasi dun ako naging mabuting estudyante. Ngayon kasi parang nawala na yung ultimate sipag ko, kaya ngayong 3rd yr, gusto ko siya ibalik. Panu ko b un gagawin? Ewan ko. Basta tatanggalin ko lahat ng distraction sa pag-aaral koh. Siguro once a week nalang ako magfriefreindster. Haha. Kaya ko b un? Oo naman. Sa crushes and mga chu-chu ko naman. Pwede pa yan basta to a certain limit. Bakit b, nung Grade 6 naman ganun din ako eh. May major crush din ako nun. Nagse-stay nga ako sa school para lang abutan klase nila eh. Haha. Tapos nagpapasimple akong dumaan sa classroom nila kunwari may ginagawa nagpapa-cute lang pala. Hehe. Tsaka kumakain ako sa canteen na mainit dati dahil lang dun din siya kumakain. Ultimate stalker kaya ako noon. Haha. Inaalam ko ang lahat sa buhay niya. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pero, NOON un. Nagbagong buhay na ako. Iba na. Naku, may girlfriend na yun. Di ko na yun papakialaman. Hehe. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cge. sunod nalang ulet. Pag may skin na akong maganda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-288253668755986926?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/288253668755986926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=288253668755986926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/288253668755986926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/288253668755986926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-give-up.html' title='I Give Up'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841704616005118245.post-3657116220590539442</id><published>2007-04-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:45:18.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphins'/><title type='text'>Wow. may blog pala ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayan, may blog na ako. Well, i wasn't supposed to create a blog in the first place, I was just your average blog-hopper. Kaya lang, my little brother, &lt;em&gt;(c arvi) &lt;/em&gt;kasi, pinipilit akong mag-blog. so, eto ung first post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haii. dapat nasa internet shop ako ngayon, kasi may papa-print sana ako, kaya lang, oh my gosh, &lt;strong&gt;ang init&lt;/strong&gt;! Nakaka-asar. gusto ko pa naman magpahaba ng buhok. It's been what, 5 years?...since nagpagupit ako ng buhok. and ever since, hindi na siya naging kasing-haba as before. kaya gusto ko siyang pahabain. kaso, asa naman ako, ang init. nagsusuuklay pa naman ako gabi-gabi. pero kahit gabi mainit!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sige. ausin ko muna tong skin. tapos post ako ulit. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841704616005118245-3657116220590539442?l=vaindolphin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/feeds/3657116220590539442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841704616005118245&amp;postID=3657116220590539442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/3657116220590539442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841704616005118245/posts/default/3657116220590539442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaindolphin.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-may-blog-pala-ako.html' title='Wow. may blog pala ako.'/><author><name>ella--+--mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05370562181642705205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
