<?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-13090660</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:55.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrying for Dummies</title><subtitle type='html'>All the world's a stage. . .All we need now is more popcorn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112462410574112089</id><published>2005-08-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:35:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major revamp, people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://wadahek.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;http://wadahek.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating this blog anymore due to short-attention span issues. XD Now go and scurry off to the new jungle. I'll be waiting for you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112462410574112089?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112462410574112089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112462410574112089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112462410574112089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112462410574112089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/08/major-revamp-people-httpwadahek.html' title=''/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112419363461608275</id><published>2005-08-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:00:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/1600/PACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/320/PACK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Rekindled my Disgaea (see the pic--&gt;) obsession. XD Despite being Periodical exam week, of course. Luuurve that ninja. ^_^ (ratio of study time to play time- 2:4 ^^o)   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The coverage of our Chinese History exam seems deceptively short. 0__o Not that I'm complaining. . . ;P Wu laoshr (aka Elvis) must be up to something though.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My sister has developed a strange attachment to her metal-dice thingy project. I hereby name it, "DICEY." XD (It sounds more decent than "Metal Dice Thingy")&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hmmm. . .I've been eating alot these past few days. And I've been sleeping alot too. 0__o Honooo. . . Baka bumigay yung weighing scale namin at the end of Perio Week. o: *bugsh!*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;2 DAYS NA LANG. . .XD Nagpaparinig ba ako? Medyo. Siguro. Sana matamaan ang mga taong maaaring may kinalaman. Wakekeke. . .XD&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;There is a large pile of recollection letters on my table waiting to be written. And it's still growing. I'm getting scared. 0_-&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;. . .Miss ko nang maglakwatsa. XP Moooovieeee. . .&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112419363461608275?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112419363461608275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112419363461608275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112419363461608275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112419363461608275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/08/obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112353435367000253</id><published>2005-08-09T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:52:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3:56 AM, only to remember that I haven't typed a single word in my Letter of Appreciation thingy (take-home project for Tech Writing XP). So here I am: typing my sleeping time away in the wee hours of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Fun Fun way to start the day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the new layout, it caught my fancy while I was wading throught the multitude of blogskins on my hard drive. . .Most probably, it struck me because of my current infatuation on the Cherry Poppin' Daddies (Zoot Suit Riot, anyone?), and my love for . . .martinis??? o: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;----under 18. Doesn't even know what a martini looks like, much less how it tastes like. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But hayrily layk the flashing sign-thingy. XD It's so. . .neon-y.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos, and much luck to the Judenites on their Periodical Exams!&lt;br /&gt;&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/13090660-112353435367000253?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112353435367000253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112353435367000253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112353435367000253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112353435367000253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-woke-up-at-356-am-only-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112315860080818994</id><published>2005-08-06T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T04:39:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuloy pa rin ang Buhay. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Huwaw. It's been a while since I last blogged-in, and . . .It feels gooood to be back and typing. Xp August na~!!! And everyone knows that August brings with it foreboding exams (note:UPCAT), rainy weather (halos araw-araw na umuulan. Chill to da bones), and of course. . .don't forget to greet me when that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; comes. :p Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Speaking of exams, I'm supposed to be reviewing (aka salvaging whatever iota of Math/Science info that I can get my grubby hands on) for the UPCAT tomorrow. Strangely enough though. . .Haym not feeling nerbyus at ol. 0__o As in zero panic meter. Hm. (It may have something to do with my utter bias-ness. Heck, even DLSU has lost its green glimmer in my point of view.) So, my gameplan tonight would be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt; a. Pester- Pester sister about the wonderful, untouched world of logarithms and all that alien language. Huknows, diba? ^_^ &lt;---paranoid to the nth power &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;b. Study- No, not for the UPCAT kiddies. . . but instead, for the Computer and Bookkeeping exams on Monday. Una, sapagkat napakahaba muli ng aking to-do list for Sunday, at pangalawa, Computer and BK are so much more . . .reviewable. :p (At least alam mo yung coverage nila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;c. Sleep- I predict that by 9 pm, I'll already be dreaming about chocolate rabbits and purple cows. Either that, or I'd still be busy pestering me sister. &gt;D Basta, matutulog ako nang maaga ngayong gabi. 6:30 AM ba naman ang aking sched sa UP.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; But honestly speaking. . .wala akong gaanong balak na pumasok sa UP. (.__.) It's more like a. . . last-ditch backup plan. &lt;---Meaning hindi ako nakakuha na scholarship in both DLSU and ADMU. Hohnoo. &gt;_&lt; *knocks on wood* Nag-apply ako for BS Psychology and BS Mathematics sa Diliman. . . and I hab absolutely no plans of going to UP Manila. Hmm. . .Actually, naniniwala ako na kung talagang doon ako dapat mapunta, gagawa at gagawa ng paraan si Lord para mailagay ako doon. (Yesh. Aybilib.) Pero siyempre, kailangan munang ipasa ang mga entrance exam bago ang milagro. :p I was tagged by Honey a few days ago, so without much ado, here's my two cents on ye questions: a. What are the things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Playing with PeePee and PooPoo, my two pet bunnies. XD If no one wants to play, then at least those two have no choice but to tolerate my excessive petting and cuddling. *hearts*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Net surfing or YM chatting. You never know whom you might pester. :p&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Twiddling my thumbs on yonder PS2. Get me a console, a controller, and a delectable game in front of a TV and watch me play for hours on end. &lt;--Don't do this to me during exams, though. . . because I might play till dawn, and ignore the exam altogether . Xp (Also my method of un-nerdifying myself after hectic schooldays) &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleeping. A lot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; b) What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Deep, breathing exercises (c/o Miss Claudine Chua. :p It's veeery therapeutical. Try it sometime.)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Talking with my sister. I can tell her everything. (Well. . .almost everything. Heh.^^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rainy weather. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A thoughtful forwarded text message or a few well-timed words never fail to brighten the darkest of days. Yes, ganun ako ka-emotionally dependent sa ibang tao. Xp So, indulge meh.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Watching a good movie with friends/family.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Working, and being productive while doing it. (which doesn't happen often. :p)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And last, but not the least. . . Sleeping. XD&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; c) Make a list, post it in your journal and then tag 5 friends and ask them to post it in theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;        Hmm. I'll tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Eangelberbi/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Emelody07"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://mushroomtale.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://markstrife07.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;, and. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.frincessfrancelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;. XD Unlucky folks, thou art; but then again, nauubusan na ako sa mga taong pwedeng i-tag. Rawr. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely liking weekends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&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/13090660-112315860080818994?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112315860080818994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112315860080818994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112315860080818994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112315860080818994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuloy-pa-rin-ang-buhay-xd.html' title='Tuloy pa rin ang Buhay. XD'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112281223063812522</id><published>2005-07-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T05:17:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>. . . Why did I have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . I can be really stupid sometimes. More like idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I am SO not looking forward to tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .She's going to maul me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I can't believe I miss you again. But I know it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .Dang. T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112281223063812522?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112281223063812522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112281223063812522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112281223063812522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112281223063812522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112195897692911093</id><published>2005-07-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T08:16:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gulay. RM Essay due na next weeeeeek. Di ko pa nasisimulan. Ni-research wala pa. XoX Hohnooo. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at time management. XP Truly, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a longer post next time, when I'm not studying for a Hua Wen exam. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112195897692911093?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112195897692911093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112195897692911093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112195897692911093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112195897692911093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/gulay.html' title=''/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112143668387337572</id><published>2005-07-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:11:23.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/1600/comic9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/320/comic9_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few seconds ago, while I was surfing the Net with Winamp in shuffle mode, I was struck by a realization so horrible that it left me aghast :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was . . . . listening to an N'Sync song. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue screams of terror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't have anything against them, but heck. Boybands. *shudder* So,  I did the first thing that came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .Bye Bye Bye to you too, mp3. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to redeem myself by listening to the Devil May Cry 3 Theme. *squeal* It Raks. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Anyways, it's been a busy day. . . .Again. It didn't help that I slept at 1:30 AM this morning, but you know what? I'm strangely happy despite the exhaustion. XD Main reason being the fact that I immensely enjoyed the SAMS Review a while ago. (Who would've thought that teaching Freshies how to do polynomial division could be so fun?) Well, I admit that I enjoy teaching our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syotis &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syobes&lt;/span&gt; (w/c includes everyone who's in the lower batches) during tutorials. It feels very fulfilling to share your talents with those younger than you. Mmm. . .Makes me feel all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atsi-like&lt;/span&gt;. XD *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Catama is prodding me to reach for that. . .Thing again. I don't know which I should consider more: My own pacing of life, or one that (despite being almost perfect) just won't be me. Or maybe I'm just too lazy. Haaaay. . .need sleep. Badly. =___=; Then hopefully, I'll be able to recontemplate the current state of my life more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride home with Mervs, Annabelee, and Lyns today. Found out that we were all showing signs of unhealthy workaholism. Discovered that I wasn't the only one who was feeling burnt-out already. ;P Had a wonderful conversation about the negative side-effects of uber-busy student lifestyles. In other words, mutual stress-relief at its finest. XD Let's do it again some time, fellow masochists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Sleep. Sleeeeeep.  (ToT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely deprived of a social life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112143668387337572?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112143668387337572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112143668387337572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112143668387337572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112143668387337572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/ultimata.html' title='Ultimata'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112125776568916027</id><published>2005-07-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:29:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/1600/0149_wt02senkisp29_w2a368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4702/1137/320/0149_wt02senkisp29_w2a368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It may save you from yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It may keep you from breaking apart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Speak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It may give you a reason to live.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let me know that you're still there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Listen to my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because the silence is getting too much to bear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        -Neil Gaiman (author, Sandman Series)&lt;/span&gt;&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/13090660-112125776568916027?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112125776568916027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112125776568916027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112125776568916027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112125776568916027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/silence-that-was.html' title='The Silence That Was'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112087364818810555</id><published>2005-07-08T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T07:34:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yowee. ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Highlights of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have concluded that Chinese period, specifically Hua Wen (Li Shi is kewl), is an utter waste of time and ballpen ink. This only applies to our section, of course, since the others have mentors who can actually invigorate (some of) their students to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Highlight of the Highlight: Yesterday, Laoshi wanted to advise us on our studying habits (either that, or he wanted to lessen our whining). So he scribbled this wonderfully insightful proverb, in bright yellow chalk, on our blackboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no nuts, no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Whole Class: 0____o *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Laoshi: Wo xie le dui ma? (Tama ba ang sinulat ko?)&lt;br /&gt;Us:. . .*pfffffft* LOOOOOOOL~~~~~~!!!!!! XD Xie le dui, laoshi, xie le fei chang dui! (Tama, sir, tamang-tama po!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .He looked so proud of himself. Be careful of good intentions, kiddies. You'll never know what might hit you. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; CAT Taskforce is funfunfun. XD I liked it more than Scouting taskforce (personal opinion only, dearest scouts). Lalo na yung barricade. For some strange reason, I've developed an affection for their bright orange umbrellas. So ORANGE. . . XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you may have deduced, we had no classes today (w00t!!! :D). Divine providence, since my workload was beginning to show signs of Mt. Everest-ness. 0__o The announcement came before dismissal yesterday, courtesy of Mrs. Olalo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;Mrs. Olalo: Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang sisigaw ah. Pero walang pasok bukas----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: *collective gasp* YEHEEEEEY~!!!! XD *various acts of jubilation*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Olalo: . . . . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay naku, mga batang 'to talaga&lt;/span&gt;. (-__-)   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apparently, our neighbor (who just happens to reside in . . .well, Malacanang Palace) will be experiencing even more erratic changes in her household. Hindi namin alam kung masaya ba o hindi maging kapitbahay niya. Hay buhay. (._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. Kelangan ko na tapusin yung Questionnaire for the Judenites. ö Looks like I need to dash. Wheeee~~~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely Scribbling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112087364818810555?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112087364818810555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112087364818810555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112087364818810555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112087364818810555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/yowee.html' title='Yowee. ^_^'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112048172053127244</id><published>2005-07-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T05:59:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiosyncrasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. . .I'm dead-beat. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Upon arriving at school this morning, I found myself inexorably drawn to the third floor dining hall. . . where I exiled myself for the whole morning period. I had this sudden urge to spend some time in solitude, away from society, away from my responsibilities, away from the life that I've been rushing through for the past few weeks. A strange sort of exhaustion settled over me, not entirely physical, and yet it penetrated me bone-deep. . .The worse thing was that I didn't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But whatever the case, I was in an infernal mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So I did the first thing that came to mind: I promptly unloaded my stuff on a table, plopped into a chair, and stared out a window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Contrary to popular belief, the Pasig River is actually a very serene sight in the morning. . .That is, if you don't pay close attention to the UFOs (Unidentifiable Floating Objects) bobbing on its surface. The scenery can be truly breath-taking; there's the thick foliage of greenery on a nearby park, the tops of distant buildings poking through the skyline, and the usual flock of white birds gliding above the river. If you're lucky enough, you might even see the occasional barge chugging through, leaving rippling waves in its wake. The only thing that can ruin the whole scene , however, would have to be the overpowering smell. *hack hack wheeeeze* X___X But after inhaling its fumes for the past 13 years, one tends to develop an immunity against it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. . .So there I was. Staring out at a polluted river, wondering to myself: . . .Goolay. Ano ba ang ginagawa ko dito?! 0__o (*waxes frustration*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Until now, I still don't know what I was thinking. Perhaps it was just an off-morning, the kind that pops up whenever you've bitten off more than you can chew. . .*snap* Or the one that forces you to take a breather, before you plunge back into the whirlpool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;There's a certain bliss involved in not caring about anything, in letting go of all your worries even for the shortest iota of time. Honestly, it's getaways like this that keep me away from the nearest mental ward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I lurve my friends. I lurve my classmates. *hearts* But most of all, I lurve my Chinese Exam Grade. . . *Hehe. Joke. :P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Haaay. . .I miss. . . my textmate. XP Guess I have to write that palanca letter for you and Easy. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sincerely tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112048172053127244?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112048172053127244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112048172053127244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112048172053127244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112048172053127244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/idiosyncrasy.html' title='Idiosyncrasy'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-112014969229514346</id><published>2005-07-01T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:47:08.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Midnight. Uh oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It's now officially tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;. . .Kakaiba talaga tumakbo ang oras kapag sinisipag ka. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;For the past few hours, I've been a) studying Computer and Speech, and at the same time b) re-orienting myself with my old hobby of Japanese-fanart-hunting. Specifically, I focused on some Devil May Cry fan-art (since Dante and Vergil are the kewlest twins on the block. Crazeeeh. ) And boy, did I hit the jackpot. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" href="http://crazy.jp/%7Ewolfina/crazy_crazy/index.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;) ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Gosh, I miss playing DMC 3. (Nasa Mission 10 pa lang ako out of a whopping 20.) But Legacy of Kain is getting pretty interesting too. XP Hmm. . .Dilemma, dilemma. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We had the Orientation for the Ateneo yesterday morning. Isang speaker lang ang pinadala nila, from the John Gokongwei School of Management. . .Alumni ng SJ. . .pero grabe, nakakabitin. T__T Of course, no Ateneo orientation would be complete without playing that never-dying The Ateneo Way video. It's the third time I've watched that thing; but you won't hear me complaining. (Just bouncing alot in my seat.) Konti na lang, mamememorize ko na yung script ng video. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; . . .Hay, can't wait to submit the ACET form. I'm thinking of taking up either Bachelor of Fine Arts, Major in Information Design or Chemistry/Applied Computer Systems. These are just tentative though; a fickle mind, I have. XP I haven't started with the essay yet, but I'm pretty sure what my "Memorable Experience which Has Defined Me As A Person" would be. . . ^_^ *wink wink* That's all for today; hopefully, I'll be able to separate myself from the bed later. *__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sincerely up late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Berbi~~~~~ GC na rin ako~!!! XP I actually flunked a CAT exam. And brooded over it for hours. Hay. Standing on the same ground. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-112014969229514346?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/112014969229514346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=112014969229514346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112014969229514346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/112014969229514346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/07/past-midnight-uh-oh.html' title='Past Midnight. Uh oh.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111988321652641711</id><published>2005-06-27T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:54:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitter. Patter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cramming 6 pages worth of Chinese notes for the exam tomorrow. Cramming very bad, kiddies. Huwag tutularan si Ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;It's been raining cats and dogs every night for the past week. Strange. . .But it's rather nice to have the pattering of raindrops on a tin roof as your lullaby. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;. . .Time's a-ticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Next update: June 30, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111988321652641711?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111988321652641711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111988321652641711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111988321652641711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111988321652641711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/pitter-patter.html' title='Pitter. Patter.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111979167796216069</id><published>2005-06-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:37:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Small Worlds and Bald Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;**Mild teacher bashing in the second specimen. But hopefully, he wouldn't know how to read colloquial English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ms. Majul, our new Tech Writing teacher, taught in Elizabeth Seton High School for about 3 years before coming to SJ. Incidentally, Seton's the alma mater of Danna Aduna and Nico Abrigo, two of our AJSS comrades. (They had her as a teacher in 2nd year, methinks.) It's a small world after all. Aylykher. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;On the other side of the campus, our new Chinese teacher is still trying to cover up his bald spot. A wonderful example of a noble, but futile, attempt. T__T *sigh* It doesn't help that he enjoys constructing sentences using the words "tou fa" ("hair," in Mandarin). Nor does it help that our notes are frighteningly longer compared to the other sections. (Can you say,"Impeding doom?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Reports say that due to his unfamiliarity with our currency, he has recently paid a taxi driver P1000 for the taxi fare. All that I can say is: He needs some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; tour-guiding; and that was one heckuva lucky taxi driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;All in all, he seems like a nice guy, but. . . we're all going to flunk Hua Wen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;. . .Well, maybe not all of us. *whips out Chinese notebook. Nerd mode ON.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one shall stand in the way of world domination. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sincerely not feeling pity for once, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111979167796216069?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111979167796216069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111979167796216069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111979167796216069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111979167796216069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-small-worlds-and-bald-spots.html' title='Of Small Worlds and Bald Spots'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111969715379694841</id><published>2005-06-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:40:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken from Paula's blog (&lt;a href="http://arawarawsabuhaynipaula.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not supposed to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not supposed to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not supposed to live my life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wishing you were here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not supposed to wonder&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;where you are or what you do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause I'm in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; hit a Spot. (._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm being over-nostalgic. Chances are, my stubborn mind doesn't wanna let go of a few memories. I can't blame it, of course; these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; some darn good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But eventually, I'm going to have to stop looking back and start trekking forward. Things in the past must remain in the past. . .To do anything else would be foolish and self-destructing. It may have been all a game, or an over-assumption on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;. . .However, one cannot help but hope otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My sister's good friend, Dyudi Wudie, once said that between the ages of 12-17, people are usually focused on the aspect of self-discovery. During this time, they begin to scrutinize their identities, and question what they truly want in life. By the time they reach 18 to their early twenties, this focus gradually begins to channel outwards, specifically to their relationships with other people. I was 15 when I first heard this from Dyudi, and at that time, I wasn't very convinced about the veracity of this statement. Sure, I could relate extremely well with the self-discovery part (since I was insanely insecure at that time), but I couldn't imagine myself putting aside my search for identity in favor of being with other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But you'll never know the truth of something until you've experienced it yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, Dyudi was right. Ever since the last leg of summer, I've been prodding around my brain less and less, and have begun prodding around other people's skulls more and more. (Be disturbed. Be very disturbed.) People still intimidate me a bit, but they no longer reduce me to a mass of frantic nerves. All I want to do now is to broaden my social circle and make contact. Even a simple SMS message will do, just as long as someone acknowledges my existence, or vice-versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Even islands are not truly isolated. They just need to be explored. . .Or in our case, we could do a little exploring ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;. . . In other news, Batman Begins was the coolest. I've fallen in love with the bulky BatMobile. *hearts* Ah, tsaka cute din si Scarecrow. Cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; criminally insane. *dreamy sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sincerely feeling dandy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111969715379694841?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111969715379694841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111969715379694841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111969715379694841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111969715379694841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/longing.html' title='Longing.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111878585646118013</id><published>2005-06-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:18:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Fourth Year ain't so bad after all. . . But,  my extra-curricular activities frighten me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ö&lt;/span&gt; Let's take a look at the To-Do-List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Class Officership- It's been a long time since I've been chosen as Class Rep. Last time that happened, I was in. . . what, Grade 6? o__0 Thankfully, 4-C isn't a naughty bunch of rebels (okay nga sila eh. Maloko. XP) , so I think I'll emerge from this year in one piece. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Science and Math Society- Green and Leafy Gulay. This year's line-up include a Math _and_ Science Program. Not good for our dwindling funds. Note to self: Must find Generous Sponsors to drain of financial resources. *leech leech* I like my fellow officers though; they're a capable and trustworthy bunch of minions. *hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Judenites- From the uneventful News Section, I volunteered to handle the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; uneventful part of the paper, the Chinese Section. Whoopee. For my future, I foresee that I will spend 10% of the schoolyear in the Chinese Faculty Room, armed with a pen and spouting Mandarin everywhere. Note: Must learn how to mentally picture subtitles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;4. The college entrance exams are looming in the horizon, and not everyone's happy to see them. Well, maybe except for the ACET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (Imagine my joy when the Ateneo poster was posted right outside our classroom. *double hearts* Blue blood runs through my veins. . . and no, I'm not a lobster.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;5. Chinese Orchestra- Dang. I want to spend more time practicing my fluting, but . . . CAT gets in the way. T__T I need to find a way to practice sometime other than Thursday, or else, I'm musically toast. (Tsaka may kasalanan din ako kay Lao Shr. . . so I need to make it up to him. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;6. CAT- Oh my gulay. Well, I'm not saying that I regret my resignation from scouting, but heck, I'm not used to it. Pero. Asteeg ang mga drills nila. And. Asteeg din si Chamee pag nagcocommand cya. XD It's a whole lot stricter than Scouting, but. . . Whatever does not kill you, will ultimately make you stronger. XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;7. FCCY- I've made up my mind to become active this year in FC. The schoolwork's going to get in the way, but I have to follow my pledge of dedication that we made on that fateful teambuilding night. This will probably be the most challenging priority that I'll ever have, as everything else is only limited to school, but this one stretches out to the parish, and even at home. NOTE: God Be With Us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;8. Schoolwork. The basic skeleton framework of the whole schoolyear, so this'll definitely be on top of my Priorities List. No matter how twisted up it may seem. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Basically, this year will be our last year in SJ; so why not make the most out of it? Let's leave a mark, and let's make it one that we'll be proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sincerely OC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111878585646118013?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111878585646118013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111878585646118013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111878585646118013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111878585646118013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheee.html' title='Wheee~~'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111864680048403306</id><published>2005-06-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:15:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Sch- - -ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like throttling someone. *searches for potential victim*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---But before that. . .!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 244px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" alt="Cocktail" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Which Alcoholic Drink Are You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1093831921_uresalways.jpg" alt="kawaii, desu ne?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Your label is the Nice girl/guy.  You tend to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;for others over yourself.  However, many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;appreciate your caring side and would rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stick by you than hurt you.  But, there is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;downside. Some tend to abuse your kindness and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;take advantage of you.  You always try to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the good in everyone and try not to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Also, you have sharp insight and a great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;personality.  Calm, serene, and understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;you make a worthy friend and a valuble ally to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;people in need.  Don't change your sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nature, your constant being-there can save a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I suggest your go into a field that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;centers around working with others such as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;doctor, baby-sitter, psychologist, lifeguard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;or Teacher.  If none of these occupations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;interest you, it is okay then.  I am sure that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;there are plenty of opportunities out there for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/torinaura/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20teenager%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What type of teenager are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Result 01: COCKTAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow. . .That's one pretty alcoholic drink. o__o I would've preferred being Wine, but wadahek. (By the way: Life of the party, my foot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Result 02: NICE GUY/GIRL&lt;br /&gt;What a strangely accurate result. Most of the time, I really do tend to put others before myself (which, in some cases, leads to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . .unhealthy &lt;/span&gt;doses of stress), but I kinda enjoy doing it. . .Except during school projects, of course. *kuff kuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing: I can sink or float, but I don't really swim. So lifeguard's definitely out of the list. Other than that, everything else is fine and dandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shucks, pasukan na.  As I said before, hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ba ako o malulungkot. . . A little bit of both, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sure, miss ko nang (SJ peeps, don't kill me for this) mag-aral ng Chinese, or makigulo kasama ng ibang mga tao. Miss ko na rin yung aircon sa classrooms, na tila freezer na sa sobrang ginaw; pati yung mga teachers (well, maybe not ALL of them). All in all, miss ko na ang buhay Judenite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pero. . . iba lang talaga ang pakiramdam kapag huling araw na ng bakasyon. Ang dami kong naranasan sa nakalipas na tatlong buwan; marami akong nakilalang mga bagong kaibigan, marami akong natutunang mga bagong aral sa buhay. Hindi ko sila makakalimutan, pero kahit gaano ko man silang gustong balikan. . .hindi na rin kaya. (Nakakadepress ba? Huwag naman. Nag-eemote lang ako dito eh. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After all that's said and done, I'm still going to go to school tomorrow. No point trying to prolong the boredom of summer, and idleness doesn't bode well for people like me. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. . .Let's get this schoolyear done and over with, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sincerely (not) looking forward to tomorrow (just yet),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111864680048403306?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111864680048403306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111864680048403306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111864680048403306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111864680048403306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-before-sch-argh.html' title='The Day Before Sch- - -ARGH.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111850136564138069</id><published>2005-06-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:52:21.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>I know there's a moral somewhere in that previous entry. I just can't seem to remember where I put it. o__0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, if anyone finds something, just place a comment to let me know. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely *place any four-letter  adjective here*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111850136564138069?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111850136564138069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111850136564138069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111850136564138069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111850136564138069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111824420421491309</id><published>2005-06-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:59:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Passing Through. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::For 'dry ice, hunny, and TAM. ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stride across the sidewalk, watching out for that puddle of murky water and barely avoiding the lump of brown matter smeared on the ground. The LRT station is still a few miles away and, so far, the journey hasn't been exactly a walk in the park. Sweat slides down your face as you shift against the weight of your backpack. Your lifespan's probably gotten considerably shorter too, from inhaling all that vehicular exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It feels so lonely, walking alone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a seemingly endless stretch of asphalt, you finally arrive at the station. The guards peer into your bag and probe its insides with a stick (You never really understood how security works around that place. What if you had a knife in your pocket?) One last poke, and you're past the inspection table, and going up the stairs to the station proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sometimes, you wish you had a knife in your pocket. Or maybe just a few packs of Mentos in your bag. Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two out of the four ticket machines are out of order. Sighing, you trudge to the back of the (thankfully short) line in front of a working machine and wait for your turn. In the meantime, your wallet's buried somewhere inside your bag, and you rummage around for it blindly. The woman in front of you sneezes into her handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's been raining quite often nowadays. The summer heat's almost gone, replaced by chilly winds and dashes of rain.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brush of leather against your hand. You've found it, and just in time too. Immediately, you slide the crumpled P20 bill into the slot, retrieve the ticket, and fumble around the for the change. Then it's off to the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The departure area is still empty at this time of the morning, and you take the moment to sit by the metal railing for awhile to catch your breath. Your train's still 8 mins. away. Plenty of time for a breather. Unconsciously, you glance at your watch, and confirm that you are indeed, late for your meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The yellow line by the tracks intrigue you. A curious little question: Has anyone ever stepped over it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;For a few minutes, you let your mind wander. It has been two weeks since you've last talked to that person, and you wonder if he still remembers you. Just like how you remember him. You cannot help but be bothered by this strange attachment (It must be bad, after all, if it has lasted for two weeks now.); but at the same time, you cannot help but be . . . fascinated by the newfound connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If it's still there. Where is that train?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distant rumble rouses you from your reverie. Glancing up from your perch, you notice that your train is only seconds away from the station. Cool. You stand up, and re-adjust your hold on your backpack. Well-rested now, you are quite ready for the next leg of your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whoosh of air, and the train slides by like an elegant metal snake. One that's packed with passengers, you note with slight despair. Oh well, nothing a slight push and shove won't fix.&lt;br /&gt;The gates open, and you squeeze into the crowd, somehow finding a grip on the metal pole beside the entryway. Then the gates slide shut, and the train begins to lurch forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We're off, we're off. Off into the unknown. . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111824420421491309?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111824420421491309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111824420421491309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111824420421491309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111824420421491309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-passing-through.html' title='Just Passing Through. . .'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111815839299578168</id><published>2005-06-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:33:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-First Day FUnKiEs</title><content type='html'>June 7, 2005. Pitong araw na lang, pasukan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. . .Iniisip ko pa lang, napapagod na ako. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sa ayokong pumasok. (Actually, medyo excited na akong mag-Fourth Year. Ayoko lang aminin sa aking sarili na matanda na ako.) Ang dami-dami lang kasing mga pagbabago sa SJ this schoolyear, kaya hindi mo alam kung ano ang mangyayari pagpasok mo. Mula principal hanggang sa sched ng Lunch Break, nagbago na! (Mula 11:40-12:20, naging 11:55-12:35 na ang kainan. Hmm. . . Pwede na.) Pati AM at PM Recess, di pinatakas (10 mins. recess na lang!? *kuff kuff* o__o). Mabuti at untouched pa rin ang 4:10 dismissal namin. . . kung hindi, Armaggedon na yun. (.__.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babalik na muli kami sa aming pang-araw-araw na ritwal pagdating ng pasukan: Gigising nang alas singko ng umaga. Kakain. Maliligo. Magbibihis (Long-sleeves nanaman. Init!). Tapos, off to school na.&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa skul: Akyat sa 6th flr. classrooms (Nakakapagod. Basa ka na ng pawis habang binubuhat ang bag mo paakyat.). Hahanapin ang seksyon. Maghahanap ng upuan at ng kakilala sa classroom. Tapos mag-riring ng bell. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At doon mo na tunay na mararamdaman ang pagtatapos ng summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo weird ng lang; kung tutuusin, halos hindi na ako nakapagbakasyon ngayong taon. Iyon ay kung ang definition mo sa bakasyon ay n. : kain-tulog fest. Mahirap kasing isipin na nagbabakasyon ka kung nag-aaral ka pa rin mula Abril hanggang Mayo, tulad ng naranasan ng marami kong kamag-aral ngayong summer (kasama na ako, siyempre.) Nerdox talaga, no? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .Marahil ganoon talaga ang buhay. Kahit saan ka magpunta, nag-aaral ka pa rin kahit papaano. Walang takas! Mas malala nga lang kapag schoolyear, opkoursh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Excited na akong makilala ang aming bagong advisers! (Sana di sila terror. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na rin akong makasama ang mga bagong kaklase ko! (Sana mag-bond kami this skulyear. At mag-iyakan sa Reco.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na akong makita muli ang aking mga Xiao Tong Ban~!!! (Sana ganun pa rin sila kagulo. Mahirap kasi kung ikaw ang pacifist at wala kang mapapacify. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At siyempre. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na akong mag-summer 2006!!!! Wakekekeke.&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely restless, as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang summer na ito. Peksman. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mabuhay ang 38th AJSS!!! (Don't study&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too &lt;/span&gt;hard, kiddies. ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111815839299578168?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111815839299578168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111815839299578168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111815839299578168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111815839299578168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/pre-first-day-funkies.html' title='Pre-First Day FUnKiEs'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111787909534898957</id><published>2005-06-05T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:19:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. What year was the best year of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;2002 AD-First Year High School. Because HS I-C was the kewlest section on the block, and Shi Laoshi (our Chinese adviser) rocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;!! &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2. One animal or insect that Noah should have left off the ark?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cockroaches. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3. Do you make a wish before blowing out your birthday candles?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nope. I never knew what to wish for. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Do you generally open your bills on the day that you receive them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;If it were up to me, I'd leave them alone for awhile. Para may suspense. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5. How many pillows are on your bed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;About 4 or 5. Give or take a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6. Favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vanilla; anything berry-flavored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7. What is the most dominate color in your wardrobe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Blue and White. *Nyehehehe. . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;8. Have you ever seen a ghost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;(It may have been  just a wandering dust-cloud. 0__o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Would you rather go to a carnival or circus?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Carnival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;10. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dinner. (I usually don't get up early enough to eat breakfast during summer; only brunch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;11. Your favorite fictional animal?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Matthew the Raven (The Sandman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;12. Have you ever flown first-class?&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm open to new experiences. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;13. Would you go on a reality show?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nope. I'm not quite willing to subject myself to public scrutiny and ridicule just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;14. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic about the future?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Optimistic. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;15. Pancakes or waffles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pancakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;16. If you could own a home anywhere in the world, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I would own a luxury      penthouse in the Chrsyler Building. . .*__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;17. Your favorite Soup of the Day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cream of Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;18. What site is a must see for all visitors to your city? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gateway Mall. Or maybe the Ateneo Campus. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;19. Can you recommend a good restaurant in your city? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dencio's, or Italliani's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;20. You go to the zoo; What is the one animal that you want to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hmm. . .The penguins. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;21. Potatoes, rice, or pasta; Which is your favorite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Any of 'em. As long as they have lotsa cheese on top. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;22. What was the best movie that you've seen this year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Constantine, and Finding     Neverland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;23. One of your favorite books when you were a child?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Philippine Mythology (maroon-covered book buried somewhere in our Library.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;24. What in your life are you most grateful for?&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My family, my friends, and my faith. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;25. You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; home alone and use the bathroom; do you close the door?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Partially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;26. What is your favorite small appliance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The PS2. . . \(o_o)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;27. Salty snacks or sweet treats? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sweet treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;28. Are you usually a little early, a little late, or right on time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;A little early. Well, most of the time. o__o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;29. What is the most daring thing that you have ever done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've cheated. . . on a Religion exam. &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;30. Have you ever met someone famous? If yes, name one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Alvin Patrimonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;31. What was one of your favorite games as a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Monopoly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;32. At what age have you looked your best? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ages 6-12. Then I became a teenager, and       everything went downhill. (.__.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;33. One person that never fails to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My sister. *Wahahaha!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;34. What was the first music that you ever bought? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Spice Girls. *shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;35. If you could change one thing about your family life when you were a child, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My mother could've learned how to cook. o__O And. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;36. What is the one thing that you cook that always receives compliments?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am not skilled in the  Ways of the Kitchen. . . Something might combust. (._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;37. From what news source do you receive the bulk of your news?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;TV Patrol World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;38. In the last calendar year, how many people have you told that you love them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Too many to mention. (You know who you people are. *Hyo!!* =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;39. Who recieved your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nobody yet, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;40. The single most important quality in a mate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sensitivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;41. What do you value most in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Openness, and the occasional dash of wit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;42. Do you believe that you have a soulmate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If yes, have you already met?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, but I'm not so sure where he is. . .Or if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; found him, I'm not sure if he knows. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;43. Do you consider yourself well organized? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Absolutely not. I'm the avatar of absent-mindedness. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;44. On average, how many times a day do you look at yourself in the mirror? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;About . . .10 times or more. (Our house is crawling with mirrors.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;45. Did you ever make a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nope. Never will. *puts on halo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;46. What one quality do you seek in a friend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Have you killed an animal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;dissect a frog this summer. . .  0__o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;48. When you were twelve years old, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A    paleontologist!!! &gt;D Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;49. Do you believe in a afterlife?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;50. What would you like to accomplish with the remaining years of your life?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I would like to use my intellect to improve our country's education system, as well as learn as many languages as I could. (Or maybe build an animal shelter or two. . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hyoro~!!! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sincerely experiencing back pains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111787909534898957?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111787909534898957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111787909534898957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111787909534898957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111787909534898957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/50-questions.html' title='50 Questions'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111772382569365300</id><published>2005-06-04T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:48:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Nerds and World Domination (The Missin' Part)</title><content type='html'>*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the chaos known as the Ateneo Junior Summer Seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terribly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though at first, I honestly doubted that I would. But that was in a different dimension.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that it's over and we're all back to our respective lives, I miss it like I've never missed anything before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state a few of the things that I'll never, ever forget about AJSS (in no particular order. Naks, Combinatorix!!! &gt;__&lt;) &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bippity. Boppity. Boo! Ang mga kakwelahang nangyari sa Tubulang Hervacio, este, Hervacio Tubulan. =D To all English A peeps, We Rak!!! (lalo na sina Berbie and Kim. Grabe, tindi!!! ) &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ang Folder Pink, este, Pink Folder, na pinagkaguluhan naming lahat matapos naming malaman na straight pala ang circle. Hm. To all English B peeps, You Rak too!!! &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ms. Queena Lee Chua, her impeccable taste it clothing (and how she always baffles us by wearing the same two shirts consecutively), her _astounding_ skills in Math, and her even more astounding passion for teaching. Somehow, I always left her class with a few million brain cells decimated, but nevertheless, I still felt a little smarter after every session. Thank you very much, Miss Chua. You've left an inspiring mark on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Stacey, who does a malupet! Ms. Chua impersonation. Thanks for always entertaining our (Ainna and I) frantic confusion whenever Math makes us say, ". . .huh?" (which happens every few minutes). And for being part of the Power Trio. (Paula, Honey and Stacey.) Go gettim, gurl! ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atsi Nez and her ghost stories on last AJSS Night. After listening to her, I wasn't able to sleep for the whole night at the dorms. Nor did I look at the Church of Gesu the same way again. Um. Go me!!! &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Food. 0___0 Bibingka. . . *drools*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Drinks. P15 Strawberry/Orange Juice. . . 0___0 Walang ganun sa Saint Jude!~!! (Kakainis nga eh. -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The vibrating overpass at Katipunan Avenue. And most importantly, the Food at Katipunan Avenue. *drools.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The Cats. Especially the poor little kittens that we can pick up almost everywhere. Pare-pareho pa naman silang mapapayat at cute. =( Sana okay pa silang lahat, kung gaano man sila kadami. At sana hindi totoo ang kwento ni Manong sa Cafe. Yung tungkol sa mga pusang ginagamit sa BioLab. Waaah~~~!!! \(x__x)/&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Manong sa Cafe works at. . .well, the Cafe. o__o He's a very nice guy who talked to me when he saw that I was carrying a kitty around the campus. Told me he once took home two of 'em. Note to self: Try to remember what his name was. Could've sworn I heard him say it. o__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Lester. Squishy Tummy. Grande Bariga (chavacano for "Big Tummy"). Walanghiya ka. How dare you mock my smaller-than-average fingers. T__T Then again, you're not the only one, and they ARE strangely short. (._.) Ah well, I miss you (and your large tummy) anyways. ;D&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The memory of Kim B. in. . .drag. More specifically, in a Japanese Schoolgirl Costume. With a furry boa. What's even more frightening is that he actually looked kinda cute wearing a skirt. *shudder* 0__o Skeerry. . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang mga cheerdance routine ni Meklot. =D Na hinango niya mula sa Blue Babble. Na may kasaping cute na may suot na salamin. &gt;D Nyehehehe. . .&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ang asteeeg na breakdancing skills ni Niko. ^_^ Ito ang unang beses na na-shock kami lahat. Ang pangalawa (at mas matindi) ay nung kumanta si Derrick nung Grad. Pwede na rin isali diyan ang reaction namin noong nakita namin si EC sa Pink Folder. &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Yung mga matataray na Security Guards. ;D May isang theory kami na kapag mas mapayat/kalbo ang guard, mas mataray. So kiddies, wear your IDs at all times within the campus. Or else. T__T&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Yung anti-boredom kit namin: Ang pagsusugal! este, pagbabaraha pala. ^_^ Ang dami kong natutunang mga bagong laro. At higit sa lahat, dito ako unang napamura nang malakas. (BULL****!!! ;D) Sa aking mga fellow card players, more power to you all!!! Special mention kina Pearly (Tahimik. Pero sobrang lupet pagdating sa Tong-Its. T__T) , Jastin (Imagine our panic and terror as his gigantic hand descends upon the helpless pile of smaller hands in Heart Attack. THWAPACK!!!), Niko (Cheater. ;D He's also one heck of a bluffer.), and Mark (Dearest Playmate!!! Kasalanan ko yata na na-adik siya sa Tong-Its. (._.) But wadahek, he's pretty good at it. Pero, talo ko pa rin siya sa Fruits. *wink wink*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And who could forget, Si Tatay Waxx. You're da best, Ser Waxx!!! &lt;3&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's strange. You don't miss the things that you currently have; you only miss them when they're gone and far away already. (._.) Kinda sad, but it just makes me feel all the more honored to have been part of the chaos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely Hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer&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/13090660-111772382569365300?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111772382569365300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111772382569365300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111772382569365300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111772382569365300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-nerds-and-world-domination-missin.html' title='Of Nerds and World Domination (The Missin&apos; Part)'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111762598853481274</id><published>2005-06-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:09:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Detours and Potholes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 302px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jaszhokhinn/1075823356_turesdream.jpg" alt="Dream of the Endless" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are Dream! Many people see you as living in&lt;br /&gt;your own little world. Though you would never&lt;br /&gt;try to harm someone needlessly, you are not&lt;br /&gt;always aware of the consequences of your&lt;br /&gt;actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jaszhokhinn/quizzes/Which%20Sandman%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Sandman Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wonderful result. The Sandman Series is one my my favorite reads, and Morpheus is just plain kewlies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;(And I do have my own little world, in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And lo and behold. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 281px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/frozenebony/1048039446_pRACHELSB7.jpg" alt="Transgender Barbie" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You're Transgender Barbie!  You're well, there's no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;way to describe you.  Pick a sex and stay with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/frozenebony/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20A%20Barbie%2C%20Which%20Messed%20Up%20Version%20Would%20You%20Be%3F/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I thought plain ol' Barbie was bad enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;O___o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sincerely Missing You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;scryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111762598853481274?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111762598853481274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111762598853481274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111762598853481274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111762598853481274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-detours-and-potholes.html' title='Of Detours and Potholes'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111736950902734521</id><published>2005-05-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:12:24.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Nerds and World Domination (Panimula)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Note: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This entry will be written almost entirely in Tagalog, and sprinkled with a lot of love.&lt;/span&gt; (Mas feel kasi kapag sariling wika ang ginagamit sa paglalahad ng mga pansariling karanasan, pakikisama, kalokohan atbp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Humanda ang mga taong may kinalaman. Wakekekeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;=D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Panimula:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heto na. Sa wakas, pagkalipas ng dalawang linggo at ilang gabi ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YM conferencing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, maisusulat ko na rin ang aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; tribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;para sa AJSS '05. (aka Revenge of the Nerds. Pare.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sa ngayon, tatlong blog na at ilang YM Status messages na ang aking nabasa tungkol sa 38th AJSS. (Kung mayroon din kayong ginawang ibang kababalaghan ukol sa AJSS, tulad ng Flash Game o Short Movie man lang, padalhan ninyo ako ng link. Matutuwa ako lalo.) Ipinapakita lamang nito kung gaano namin kamahal ang pamilyang kumupkop sa amin nang limang li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nggo, lalung-lalo na ang aming napaka-astig na Tatay Waxx (74 o 75 lahat-lahat ang mga anak niya. 3 o 2 ang totoong anak niya, ngunit may 72 pa na nais magpa-adopt sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kanya.) Ngunit kahit na gaano man kahaba ang magiging entry na ito, hindi pa rin ito magiging sapat upang isalaysay ang aming buong karanasan sa Ateneo. Ang dami kasing nangyari, kaya mahirap maalala ang iba. O baka na-brainwash lang talaga kami ng Blue Babble. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. . .Handa na ba kayo? *Tugs tugs tugs tugs tugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111736950902734521?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111736950902734521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111736950902734521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111736950902734521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111736950902734521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-nerds-and-world-domination-panimula.html' title='Of Nerds and World Domination (Panimula)'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111683798631223839</id><published>2005-05-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T02:06:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Stop and See Where We're Going</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in your life when you halt whatever you're doing, and crane your neck to check the scenery. For example, you may have jumped into a rabbit hole only to emerge in the middle of the Great Barrier Reef. Then you got chomped on by a barracuda. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;(o_o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; (Just your luck. Not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about skewed marine foodchains. Recently, I've began to realize that there are many things in my life that needed a little re-contemplation. Like my study habits (which, in layman's terms, suck big time), and my hedonistic (believe it or not) lifestyle. This may partially be an effect of Philosophy class, where you're forced to think of things in ways you've never thought of them before. Other than that, it may be a wake-up signal from Somewhere Up There. You know, the kind that comes in before it's too late. We've had a close encounter of the styrofoam-box kind, and it could've ended quite unprettily, if it weren't for His help.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the issue of whether or not I still want to continue my membership in this particular org. Several things have put me in perspective nowadays, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJSS&lt;/span&gt; (whoot!) , and they've taught me that there's a lot more in the world than meets the eye. . . You don't get to see much when you're stuck in a concrete fortress, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* The system, the system. . .What great heights we could reach if we manage to change the system. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Frustrated at Chem Experiment. Stupid integrals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frustrated at the big S word. Stupid big S word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely sincere,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scryer' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090660-111683798631223839?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111683798631223839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111683798631223839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-stop-and-see-where-were-going.html' title='Let&apos;s Stop and See Where We&apos;re Going'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090660.post-111677242230347325</id><published>2005-05-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:34:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Beginning.</title><content type='html'>For my first entry, I shall type two sentences! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .There, all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;scryer'&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/13090660-111677242230347325?l=glowingprinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/feeds/111677242230347325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090660&amp;postID=111677242230347325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111677242230347325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090660/posts/default/111677242230347325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingprinny.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-of-beginning.html' title='The End of the Beginning.'/><author><name>scryer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17497554616117544012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/scryer9139/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
