<?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-4524138723596164296</id><updated>2011-07-20T10:04:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confessions.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-8824543875304389952</id><published>2008-12-06T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:13:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakaiba talaga ang YFC family.</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago, it was the anniversary of CFC Davao at MTS(Matina Town Square). I was very excited because I could worship once again. But, when I got there, it was totally different. Maybe because, I brought along Emmy that has no idea what was the celebration was all about knowing that she is not a YFC(Youth for Christ). Don't get me wrong, I wanted Emmy to come along to know what we, YFC's do in an event such as this. I felt so incomplete when I left MTS. I didn't got the chance to worship, I didn't got the chance to say goodbye to my brothers and sisters though, I saw few of them at McDo-Matina. &lt;b&gt;Bawi nalang next time.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kuya Earl still doesn't know my name. CHEN raw ako.&lt;/i&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around at MTS was fun for me since I've been wanting to go out just to stroll around. I don't know about Emmy but I surely did had fun. Plus, with &lt;i&gt;tiangges&lt;/i&gt; around, it's a cherry on top. I bought a top for 35php. How cheap is that? If you really know how to shop and pick clothes well, tiangge is the place for you. Emmy and I are planning to go back there nextweek. Since, we saw many cute tops and dresses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jaju, the birthday boy today. &lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday Alfred Jett Grandeza!&lt;/u&gt; Gino treated us a burger McDo meal. Thanks Gin! Unfortunately, we didn't had the chance to eat our burgers because we got full with the large coke and fries. &lt;i&gt;Uneaten food are meant for other people.&lt;/i&gt; I wanted to give my burger to some kid that we might see outside McDo but, we didn't saw any. So, I brought mine at home and gave it to my brother instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next blog, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 Tenchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-8824543875304389952?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8824543875304389952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=8824543875304389952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8824543875304389952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8824543875304389952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakaiba-talaga-ang-yfc-family.html' title='Kakaiba talaga ang YFC family.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1886244655468830385</id><published>2008-10-24T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:55:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First semestral grades...</title><content type='html'>Hey ho! What do you know? I saw a friends post of her grades. It gave me an idea to view it online. So, I logged in my account in our school site and saw my grades. Guess what? I flunked Math. Well, there's no doubt about that. In all the subjects that I hate, it's REALLY Math. Who would love the mixture of alphabets and numbers? Do you? Surely for me, it's a NO. I was already expecting the failed grade in Math. So, that's not a surprise there. And of course, my MAJOR subject, Computer Studies, I got 78 down to 72 down to 71. I know, it's sucks. But, I assure myself that I deserve those grades due to my laziness. There's no cure for that, you know! My only way now is to strive more harder this coming semester and to prove that I am deserving to be in my division as well as to be an I.T student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our Filipino prof told us, " &lt;i&gt;If you fail, don't think that it's the end of the world. You still have many chances.&lt;/i&gt; " I agree to what he said. Those failing grades only mean that I should be more concentrated on my studies rather than my extra corricular activities--dancing. But... HELLO? Give up dancing? I grew up loving that! It's my passion for crying out loud! Why would I even give that up? GEE. The thought of having it getting in the way of my future, I guess, I could lay low for awhile. Right? It's my future we're talking about here. Would I ruin that just because of my passion? NO! AAAAHHHH! My grades should inspire me to work harder than what I gave. But, the thought of repeating the subjects? NO. I don't want to! Do I really have to repeat them? Hopefully, NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need luck, prayers and A WHOLE LOT OF WORKING to do this coming semester. SHEES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1886244655468830385?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1886244655468830385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1886244655468830385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1886244655468830385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1886244655468830385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-semestral-grades.html' title='First semestral grades...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7540784295543630104</id><published>2008-10-18T17:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:07:13.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make an animated photo in Adobe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY. Wroooooooooooong! Haha. I just forgot my password. :))&lt;br /&gt;Silly me! I thought someone hacked my old multiply.&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;This was posted a long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ENJOY! :)&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blah. I'm bored. Obviously. While chatting with Emmy, I was teaching her how to make a GIF format. I used screen shots so that she would really understand. Haha. I got addicted to it, so yeah. I wanna share what I know about it. :) It's a step-by-step. If you don't get it, then, I don't know. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is Adobe Photoshop and Adobe Image Ready. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SPnDGM4JDOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vaIA6uO59Xo/s1600-h/95.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SPnDGM4JDOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vaIA6uO59Xo/s320/95.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258448551235095778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FINISHED PRODUCT. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SPm0UUASwPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KDF8Sb03aSg/s1600-h/GIF-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SPm0UUASwPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KDF8Sb03aSg/s320/GIF-1.jpg" 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-8338581909210377529</id><published>2008-10-04T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:50:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I felt like filling up this abandoned place up with my words.</title><content type='html'>Yes, the title is very long and I don't know why I thought of it as my title. LOL. I just missed writing and another reason, I'm, I don't know. I really don't know what to do. Like, I want to &lt;b&gt;study&lt;/b&gt; but, I'm not comfortable studying in front of the computer--my lessons are in PP's(power point). As an I.T student, yes, that's normal. But, somehow it's irritating to the eyes. Even if I change the mode of the monitor, still, it hurts. HAHA. What do you expect? We live in the TECHY world. And printing the lessons would be such a &lt;b&gt;waste of&lt;/b&gt; paper. Think about the trees, people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting way out the topic. Isn't it just nice to blab about anything you want? Which makes it a very gibberish blog, directly to the main point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... How's the blogger people? I've noticed, still, some visit my blog. THANK YOU. And, some, transferred blogs. Where are you guys? HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCHOOL 101.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing life as a college student is somehow quite fun when it comes to the long hours of &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt; time. Yes, High School! You have lot's of time for &lt;i&gt;doing-stupid-things-wasting-money-leisure-time&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;, YES, there's a big &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;. And, NO, not the &lt;s&gt;ASS&lt;/s&gt;. LOL. :)) When it's time for class time, you must &lt;u&gt;listen&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;listen&lt;/i&gt;, and did I mention &lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;? YES, children of God. YOU, must learn to listen for announcements, &lt;b&gt;QUIZZES and LONG TESTS&lt;/b&gt; and of course, the days lesson. &lt;b&gt;WHY?&lt;/b&gt; Because that's a role of a student. Isn't it normal to you? LOL! Seriously, listening is a big part in college. And... Time management. Gosh! You don't want to be late on passing those home works, book reports and lotsa more because, you don't want a sermon from your professor. Well, I haven't actually tried it and never would I want too! But, I know some of them, who got reprimanded because of late book reports, home works and stuff. Speaking of quizzes, long tests, home works, &lt;b&gt;FINAL EXAM WEEK&lt;/b&gt; will be &lt;b&gt;NEXT WEEK&lt;/b&gt;! And what am I doing? Well, actually, I have reviewed a little for my major, Computer Studies. Math? No. I have no future for that. The mixture of numbers and letters are so &lt;u&gt;NOT my cup of tea&lt;/u&gt;. Many of you can relate, I know. Yes, and hello to you, too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, pray and hope that I could pass finals so that I could continue through out the second semester. OH, PLEASE, GOD! I really need this because of some issues--which I can't tell here--that I have right now. It's very deep. &lt;i&gt;Don't get curios.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Tenchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I've become a GG(Gossip Girl) addict.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-8338581909210377529?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8338581909210377529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=8338581909210377529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8338581909210377529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8338581909210377529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-i-felt-like-filling-up-this.html' title='Because I felt like filling up this abandoned place up with my words.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-8656272483783393536</id><published>2008-08-28T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:26:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 385px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/235/c/5/friends_by_nunoramos0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-8656272483783393536?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8656272483783393536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=8656272483783393536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8656272483783393536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8656272483783393536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1258680582284200341</id><published>2008-06-20T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:41:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>Gibber. Gibber. Gibber. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkaaaaay. Today? Let me see... It's my first time to be &lt;b&gt;absent&lt;/b&gt; on a subject, &lt;i&gt;CS pa talaga!&lt;/i&gt; I thought, I could make it but knowing that it was already 8:58 on my watch, obviously, I couldn't make it to the floor where I was supposed to be, 6th. I know, right? It's a long way up. And college rules state, if you are more than 15 minutes late, you are considered absent. So, I thought, why bother going into a class when you are not really counted as present? Right? Instead, I went to Chiaw Photography to have my 1x1 photo be recopied since we need an ID photo for our Filipino subject. The day was a-okay. I had fun with the elections for our class. Abel is our President, R as VP, Jennyka as Secretary, Rey as Treasurer and Paopao as PRO. YEY! ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, I went to KFC-Gmall to have lunch with Junah and Ypryl. We sat down with Neesha and her new friends. :) We returned to school by 1:04PM, good thing we weren't late this time. Last time, me, Yrpryl and Junah were late because of those stupid love cards for AJ(Junah's BF) and Ronald(Plang's BF). Haha. Kidding dears! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiz on Filipino today, I passed, thank God. :) Only 8 out of 40 students passed, glad to be one of them. Next to Filipino, English. Who creates better love letters? Boys or Girls? &lt;b&gt;Boys&lt;/b&gt;. Why? Because they are good on pick-up lines like what the Z6 boys did on English time. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had auditions on our division, CS(Computer Studies). At first, we were to dance freestyle on the music of Low. After that, they taught us some steps to follow and they would judge us by the energy that we show while dancing. Results will be posted on Monday. Wish me luck! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. Did you know that I went home with him? Well, not only with him but, with the FWB too. I hate to see that they act that way or &lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt; acts that way infront of me. It's really not nice to look at. &lt;i&gt;Ikaw ba naman na alam mong ex niya ako tapos, nakikipaglandian ka sa kanya sa harap ko? Okay ka lang?&lt;/i&gt; But, I don't bother that much since, the guy might think that I'm jealous of the girl which is &lt;b&gt;not!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's so gibberish. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Leave your loves people.&lt;br /&gt;Tata ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1258680582284200341?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1258680582284200341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1258680582284200341&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1258680582284200341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1258680582284200341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1284898391046392863</id><published>2008-06-19T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:36:17.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh. Err. GAAAAH &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/263/f/0/L_O_V_E__by_LullabyOfLilly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, EX and FWB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FVCKER&lt;/b&gt;. I hate how I feel right now. I know, it's not really right. But, to the fact that the girl knows that I'm his ex, and she asks like that? Like, WTF?! I felt so &lt;b&gt;awkward&lt;/b&gt; when I was around them. &lt;i&gt;Girl, you better be thankful that I helped out&lt;/i&gt; so that you and him are in good terms right now. I even had &lt;u&gt;goosebumps&lt;/u&gt; just looking at them. HAAA * Oh, well. I think they are happy now. Though, the boy still wants to have a second chance. I really don't know if I shall give him another chance or not. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1284898391046392863?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1284898391046392863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1284898391046392863&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1284898391046392863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1284898391046392863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh-err-gaaaah.html' title='Ugh. Err. GAAAAH &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-5162818122390528961</id><published>2008-06-14T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:57:44.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back back back.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm posting here again. Whyyyy? Because, we need a blog for our Computer Studies(CS) and EDP 111 subject. I know, some of you can't relate. Haha. For everybody's sake, I am now a college student. And man, I tell you, it's tiring! Aside from the long breaks we have, it is still tiring. Every time I come home, it's always a knock down for me. I really don't know. Though, I am trying my best to lessen the thinking of having stress all the time and just think of the funny classmates that I have and friends that I'm with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can survive. I know I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-5162818122390528961?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5162818122390528961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=5162818122390528961&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5162818122390528961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5162818122390528961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-back-back.html' title='Back back back.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-2117140969399366064</id><published>2008-04-28T08:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:06:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just turned 16! Oh, yeahhh.</title><content type='html'>Maaaaaaaaaaan! Another year and I am &lt;b&gt;getting older!&lt;/b&gt; Blehck. &gt;_&lt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my prebirthday bash last Saturday, April 26 at our rest house with my family, ofcourse. Then, I'm going to have a post birthday bash later at Vista Grande with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before I will talk about that, I would like to share something I've done that I am really not a fan of. It was a stinky and slimy task, a very simple task too. So, &lt;b&gt;what the heck!&lt;/b&gt; My mom told&lt;br /&gt;me to do it since, I have nothing else to do than bum around the computer. And... I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cleaned shrimps!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUaTnxp-AI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KbHxYb5RSb0/s1600-h/Pulchritude039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUaTnxp-AI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KbHxYb5RSb0/s320/Pulchritude039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194086669638825986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUai3xp-BI/AAAAAAAAALA/KwH32qdP6tM/s1600-h/Pulchritude041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUai3xp-BI/AAAAAAAAALA/KwH32qdP6tM/s320/Pulchritude041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194086931631831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha. It was a very lonely task but, I enjoyed it. I talked to them and &lt;b&gt;they didn't answered back.&lt;/b&gt; Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? HAHAHA. Sorry, I really don't know what happened to me, I just became superrrr hyper yesterday... Until now! Nothing extraordinary really happened yesterday and I still haven't firgured out why am I &lt;b&gt;super happy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay, I had a prebirthday bash at our rest house with the family. We stayed there over the night as we always do. I kind of missed that place. It's been a year? I guess, of not visiting that very peaceful and beautiful place. I had fun playing with my cutest cousins everrrr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe1nxp-EI/AAAAAAAAALY/jKggUE6FN3w/s1600-h/Pulchritude098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 263px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe1nxp-EI/AAAAAAAAALY/jKggUE6FN3w/s320/Pulchritude098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091651800889410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe1Hxp-DI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y5D3ZiW6Z0g/s1600-h/Pulchritude097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 263px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe1Hxp-DI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y5D3ZiW6Z0g/s320/Pulchritude097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091643210954802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUebXxp-CI/AAAAAAAAALI/d9kl92hG3rg/s1600-h/Pulchritude043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUebXxp-CI/AAAAAAAAALI/d9kl92hG3rg/s320/Pulchritude043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091200829323298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe13xp-FI/AAAAAAAAALg/F_OLMfx5AgY/s1600-h/Pulchritude090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUe13xp-FI/AAAAAAAAALg/F_OLMfx5AgY/s320/Pulchritude090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091656095856722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Igi(&lt;i&gt;the fat kid&lt;/i&gt;), Eco, Diego and Juancho(&lt;i&gt;the pogi one&lt;/i&gt;) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUhF3xp-GI/AAAAAAAAALo/kuow5INjZEQ/s1600-h/Pulchritude061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUhF3xp-GI/AAAAAAAAALo/kuow5INjZEQ/s320/Pulchritude061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194094129997019234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUhl3xp-HI/AAAAAAAAALw/LKoi2f6bAnA/s1600-h/Pulchritude063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUhl3xp-HI/AAAAAAAAALw/LKoi2f6bAnA/s320/Pulchritude063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194094679752833138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went fishing and they swam by the unfinished pool. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I was a lonely teenager,  as always...  I had fun just spending  quality time with my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-2117140969399366064?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2117140969399366064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=2117140969399366064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2117140969399366064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2117140969399366064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-turned-16-oh-yeahhh.html' title='I just turned 16! Oh, yeahhh.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBUaTnxp-AI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KbHxYb5RSb0/s72-c/Pulchritude039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-4139102095924461594</id><published>2008-04-25T02:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:49:50.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As summer continues...</title><content type='html'>Oh, wow. Look, I'm posting another entry for like how many months since my last post? Haha. So, okay. It's 3:13AM according to my computer's clock. Insomnia as we speak. I really can't fight it. It's like it's in me, FOREVER. Hope not. It's hard to cope up with classes when you have insomnia. Right? All I do all day since my last visit of the outside world of my beloved home is eat, sleep, watch TV, and bum arround the computer for the whole day. Except if I think of something extraordinary of that day. Nice summer eh? Haha. My summer started oh so well because of the graduation parties and man were those parties spell FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDXaXxp96I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PzfbDRbTq44/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDXaXxp96I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PzfbDRbTq44/s320/DSC04919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192887218417039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDZPXxp98I/AAAAAAAAAKY/pUWV6laeHio/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDZPXxp98I/AAAAAAAAAKY/pUWV6laeHio/s320/DSC05198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192889228461733826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDWSHxp95I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2E8oglsUDYU/s1600-h/DSC04927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDWSHxp95I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2E8oglsUDYU/s320/DSC04927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192885977171490706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDX-3xp97I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LsG4Pi0HJ0E/s1600-h/DSC05175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDX-3xp97I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LsG4Pi0HJ0E/s320/DSC05175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192887845482264498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first summer get away was Adam's birthday celebration at Paradise. Where the supercaduper heart crumpling moment happened. The day was oh so fun because I got to spend time with TweeChiqzz. Uberly fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDavHxp9-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2l1xGiuayT4/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDavHxp9-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2l1xGiuayT4/s320/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192890873434208226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDaYXxp99I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dqIpGRX73pI/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDaYXxp99I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dqIpGRX73pI/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192890482592184274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that heart crumpling moment? The time that we got to the boat, Neesha handed me the cam which was totally NOT mine. When I turned it on, it didn't. So, I took a peek on the battery maybe it was just dead or something but, it wasn't. That gave me a fast heart beat but I really didn't mind it at all. Before going home we dropped off at SM to eat at McDo. After McDo, we went home. When I arrived I hurrily checked up on the cam. Sad to say, it's really dead. It took me 3 days before I told my mom about it. And boy was she mad. She had it inspected and said that the price to fix is &lt;b&gt;14 thousand pesos&lt;/b&gt;. Isn't that &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; or what? 14k for the board of the cam because it got wet. Since it's our fault, we would pay for it. But, not totally the whole cost, 1/4 of it, I guess. It's too expensive as we all know. It boggled my mind for like this whole month and to think it's my month because it's my birthday on the 27th. Which by the way will be celebrated on the 28th. &lt;i&gt;Gifts, okay?&lt;/i&gt; Haha. I kid. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-4139102095924461594?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4139102095924461594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=4139102095924461594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4139102095924461594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4139102095924461594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-summer-continues.html' title='As summer continues...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/SBDXaXxp96I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PzfbDRbTq44/s72-c/DSC04919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6615753105657602731</id><published>2008-02-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:48:42.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And how I hate it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R7MCUgQRtNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iX1rhtofh34/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R7MCUgQRtNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iX1rhtofh34/s320/DSC01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166475748802933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so pissed off by the one who commented such rude words about us Molaveans. That certain person is from Acacia, I hate to know that he/she really took it seriously. I mean, having our name as Rich Kids Molave is just for fun and a sign for our unity. We, all fourth years are indeed united but after what that dimwit did, everything just went BAM! He/she didn't even thought of what might happen. I mean, for God's sake! He/she even told us that we were uneducated people. NOT! Maybe he/she is the one. Errr. I was so annoyed by whoever did that! I hope he/she would be beaten up by karma! It was just this afternoon we were all so happy and enjoying the practice and here comes Mr./Mrs. know at all, posting that stupid comment on their own page. We give respect to all our fellow batchmates. I hope that person does too. Because of that, some of us got so pissed and didn't know what to do. Some are just blind and didn't know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this dilemma will be resolved as soon as possible. Batch 07-08 of the Philippine Women's College of Davao, please! GROW UP! We are about to graduate and leave the portals of PWC. And you are giving us this sh*t? Geez! Where is the initiative people? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that person is, I sure hope he/she will learn his/her lesson, SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6615753105657602731?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6615753105657602731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=6615753105657602731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6615753105657602731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6615753105657602731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-how-i-hate-it.html' title='And how I hate it...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R7MCUgQRtNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iX1rhtofh34/s72-c/DSC01545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7570829493378256195</id><published>2008-02-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:17:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R6vz1Yx_k_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V5Z-S78kSUY/s1600-h/PICT0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R6vz1Yx_k_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V5Z-S78kSUY/s320/PICT0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164489496221160434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes. I am indeed back in action. Actually, I was supposed to update this last year but then, I got lazy. Haha. My bad. Anyway, I'm here to see if everyone is okay and doing good since I left BSpot. Well, are you guys doing good? :) I'll be hitting your pages reaaaal soooon. I'm on the lay low mode but, I promised myself to keep you guys updated from this day. Okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-7570829493378256195?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7570829493378256195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=7570829493378256195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7570829493378256195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7570829493378256195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track!'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/R6vz1Yx_k_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V5Z-S78kSUY/s72-c/PICT0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1222256944730668390</id><published>2007-08-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:15:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RtWbNPNILqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rZl7XfbJskc/s1600-h/PICT0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RtWbNPNILqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rZl7XfbJskc/s320/PICT0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104156404416523938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON LEAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so sorry guys&lt;/span&gt;. I have to leave for awhile. Base on my status right now, I am really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt;. There is no much time for blogging and sharing to you every single detail about my everyday happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL SOON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S :&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for those who visit my blog and dropping me message at my chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want daily updates and others... You can contact me at my &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/tenchi06"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RtWbZPNILrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nTqCPpkFuw0/s1600-h/PICT0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RtWbZPNILrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nTqCPpkFuw0/s320/PICT0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104156610574954162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1222256944730668390?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1222256944730668390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1222256944730668390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1222256944730668390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1222256944730668390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-time-yet.html' title='No time yet.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RtWbNPNILqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rZl7XfbJskc/s72-c/PICT0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1929164960431387886</id><published>2007-08-09T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:22:26.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky or Not lucky?</title><content type='html'>The start of my August was so... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERR&lt;/span&gt;. First, I was irritated by someone I hate. Next, my friend lost my mom's pearl earrings. Total badluck. Agree? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, since August 08, 2007, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joreen's 16th birthday&lt;/span&gt;... My luck started coming back. On that day, we transfered to an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;airconditioned room&lt;/span&gt;. Then, the problem with the earrings is solved. Still, I'm being annoyed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;. PSSSHH.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RrshAGtlqII/AAAAAAAAAJA/fq3ufv6phg8/s1600-h/PICT0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RrshAGtlqII/AAAAAAAAAJA/fq3ufv6phg8/s320/PICT0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096703688985389186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Currently, I am busy having practices for the DACS cheering competition. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; our VP would like our presentation, then, we will be included in the contest. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF NOT&lt;/span&gt;, then...boohoo for us. Tomorrow(August 9), will be having practices at the court, near our house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH US LUCK ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1929164960431387886?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1929164960431387886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1929164960431387886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1929164960431387886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1929164960431387886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/08/lucky-or-not-lucky.html' title='Lucky or Not lucky?'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RrshAGtlqII/AAAAAAAAAJA/fq3ufv6phg8/s72-c/PICT0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3991552636075702588</id><published>2007-07-27T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:11:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A comeback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RqnelGtlqGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QASopBcgU48/s1600-h/%28863%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RqnelGtlqGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QASopBcgU48/s320/%28863%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091845582757406818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So, how have you all been? Did I miss alot of things? Geeez. It's been quite awhile since I've posted an entry here. To those who still visit my blog and drop some messages on my CBox, thanks guys! &lt;b&gt;Appreciate&lt;/b&gt; it alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why haven't you posted new entries since your last one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I've been busy with school. I've been taking my time seriously at school. Every minute of it, I would treasure. Because, obviously, this is my last year of being a High School student. At the moment, I am busy copping up with my ever hatest subject, PHYSICS! It's a pain in the head. I swear! Maybe, you, you, you and YOU like PHYSICS. But for me?! Nada! NOT A CHANCE. Though, I didn't closed my head and thinking that Physics is hard. So... yeah. I still believe that I can pass and feel that I can graduate. I will assure you that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's bugging you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There's this girl whom I've always had a grudge on. For this year, since the first day of being a Senior, she became my friend. 'Cause she was a friend of my &lt;i&gt;kada&lt;/i&gt; when they were at 1st year. From then on, she would always join us and now, she is considered as one of my &lt;i&gt;kada's&lt;/i&gt;. I actually didn't like her since &lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;. SORRY. But she's just too annoying and &lt;b&gt;over reacting&lt;/b&gt;. Something happened yesterday and it went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was going to have a drinking session with my classmates[which she hates] because, it was Jasper's birthday. She over reacted and said to me, "&lt;i&gt;Sige. Ipagpalit mo kami diyan sa kanila."&lt;/i&gt; I got pissed off. Because, she has this attitude that really makes you annoyed. The one that could reach your boiling point. Specially the way she says it. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values time. I was in my proper seat. She, wasn't. She seatted on my seat mates seat leaving my seat mate with out having a seat to sit on. [hahaha. redundancy.] Luckily, Kuling was not around and Jen[my other seat mate] was in the front. So, CSG[the seat mate that she stole a seat from] sat next to me. Imagine the situation that you were listening very well to the teacher. You are comfortable where you are then suddenly somebody would tell you, "&lt;i&gt;Tench, lipat ka ng upuan beh, para magtabi kami ni CSG.&lt;/i&gt;" I was...ERRR. WHAT?! At first, I told her, I don't want to. Then, she kept nagging on me -which I hate so much. I was about to boil up. So, I transferred at front and listened to the report. Since that day, yesterday, I'm having a big grudge on her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what now Tenchi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What now? &lt;b&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/b&gt;. I'm tired of dealing with people having that kind of attitude that they want &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; are the one who would adjust. &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; themselves. That's why, wherever she turns, she has no TRUE friends because of that kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any good news?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm very thankful there is. :) I'm loving my life right now even though I have that kind of problems which are so &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; important! I'm having good times with my &lt;i&gt;kada&lt;/i&gt; and my classmates and schoolmates. Everything is well balanced. Everyday of my life has a different blessing. And I am very thankful for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other things you want to share?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember the girl that I was talking about? The one who stole Joel from me? Well... I made friends with her. Since, we're on the same stage. HAHA. But, not the kind of friend that I would tell all my secrets. You know... friend friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;And oh... I think Joel has a new GF. Just saw it at his Friendster profile. His primary photo is with a girl. I might say, she is pretty. &lt;u&gt;*wink*&lt;/u&gt; And...And... I knew something about Joel that made me had a quite hatred on him but then, didn't cared about that issue. What's the use right? I mean... We're not together anymore. So why should I give importance to that lame issue? As I see, all boys right now are the same. Oh well... Are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3991552636075702588?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3991552636075702588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3991552636075702588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3991552636075702588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3991552636075702588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/07/comeback.html' title='A comeback...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RqnelGtlqGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QASopBcgU48/s72-c/%28863%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-2743601220165047858</id><published>2007-07-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:46:38.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano na?</title><content type='html'>Busy. Busy. Busy. GOLLY &gt;_&lt;. Being a senior is really hard! So many... &lt;b&gt;responsibilities&lt;/b&gt;. As of now, I am busy with the review for our 1st long test next Thursday and Friday. Then, practicing for the audition for the Dance Club due tomorrow! Study. Study. Do homework. Though... I still have time to chitchat with seatmates, &lt;b&gt;take lotsa pictures&lt;/b&gt;, and... &lt;u&gt;have fun!&lt;/u&gt; Next week, Saturday, CAT...AGAIN! We're going to have an activity. After CAT, next off to Bonifacio to have a &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt; dance lessons from BIMBO...forgot his last name. What else? Oh! It's &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/emmy16"&gt;Emmy's&lt;/a&gt; birthday on the 16th! Monday. And &lt;a href="http://vainballerina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jhana's&lt;/a&gt; on the 28th! &lt;i&gt;Gala nanaman!&lt;/i&gt; OH YEAH. Life couldn't better than this! As of now, everything is a-okay. No problems. Except for the pressure. Though, I'm still blessed because of the daily happiness that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Inuulanan ako ng LETTER J!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. You read that right! Jason... Joshua... JR... GOLLY ^_^ What's with the letter J anyway? HAHAHA. &lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; ALL of them are just my &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ERR. busy. gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-2743601220165047858?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2743601220165047858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=2743601220165047858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2743601220165047858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2743601220165047858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/07/ano-na.html' title='Ano na?'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6076295744410724757</id><published>2007-07-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:09:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngeee kalain!</title><content type='html'>Oh wow! It's been quite a while since I've made my last post. &lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;/b&gt;. I am really busy right now. It's really hard to miss doing homeworks or either studying for a quiz. It's really risky for me. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of somewhats for this past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday-Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;: Quizzes. Homeworks. Seatworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday-Friday&lt;/b&gt;: PE class. Player for Vball Inter-class this coming Tuesday[July 10, 2007]. Practices for ethnic dance. Presented the dance for the blessing our &lt;u&gt;foodcourt&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ro5SRZepYTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vBMTEzTHVpo/s1600-h/PICT1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ro5SRZepYTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vBMTEzTHVpo/s320/PICT1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084091488198549810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;ON LEAVE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6076295744410724757?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6076295744410724757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=6076295744410724757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6076295744410724757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6076295744410724757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/07/ngeee-kalain.html' title='Ngeee kalain!'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ro5SRZepYTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vBMTEzTHVpo/s72-c/PICT1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1273198763292550119</id><published>2007-06-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:15:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RoEfMpVqbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7hQXKZT9O-g/s1600-h/PICT0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RoEfMpVqbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7hQXKZT9O-g/s320/PICT0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080376156766235746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and our new classmate, Adam. :) From Las Vegas, Nevada then Manila then HERE at Davao.&lt;br /&gt;He's my idol. Hahaha. Ang galing sumayaw! SWEAR. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESSURED. VERY BUSY &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4524138723596164296-1273198763292550119?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1273198763292550119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1273198763292550119&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1273198763292550119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1273198763292550119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-busy.html' title='VERY BUSY'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RoEfMpVqbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7hQXKZT9O-g/s72-c/PICT0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1048205223559988416</id><published>2007-06-22T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:27:48.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rntc25VqbFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sDi0fJ03AOg/s1600-h/%28190%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rntc25VqbFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sDi0fJ03AOg/s320/%28190%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078755102964739154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. I've been really busy lately. Homeworks... Projects... Quizzes... First two weeks was a-okay. Though, I can so feel the &lt;b&gt;pressure&lt;/b&gt; right now. Err. Did you know that I joined the staff for our school paper? Yes. Photo journalist. And I love it! Haha. I'm still applying for the position. So I need to capture a certain photograph and make an article about it. Could you guys give me some suggestions? Im open. :) By next week, I'm gonna be &lt;u&gt;busy&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. For our &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Big sister, Big brother program&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; next week, Friday. Starting on Monday, we're going to have practices. Woo! I am so &lt;b&gt;dedicated&lt;/b&gt;! Hahaha. And... Another dance presentation for our club -- dance club. Neesha is the President and Emmy is the VP. Congratulations! ^_^ Me? I was nominated for treasurer but didn't won. &lt;i&gt;Dili ko! Kapoy maging officer!&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. We're planning to have a mixed dance presentation. Including belly dance, swing and 80's. How fun it is. :) Sorry if I can't immediately reply to your comments or messages at my CBox. I'm &lt;b&gt;very busy&lt;/b&gt;! Til the next blog ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: Inuubo ako at sipon. Kaya't, umiba ang boses ko. &lt;i&gt;Napagaw ko!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1048205223559988416?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1048205223559988416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1048205223559988416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1048205223559988416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1048205223559988416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rntc25VqbFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sDi0fJ03AOg/s72-c/%28190%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6611764696598531081</id><published>2007-06-15T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:40:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School. School. SCHOOL. Did I mention school? LOL.</title><content type='html'>I am sooooooo having fun in school. Totally! Today, I came to school early. Hopefully, it will be continuous. Haha. Anyway... When I got in the room, Pennie[Mrs. Jimeno calls her Ma. Pennie, Mapera. LOL.] and Vanessa are the only students their. Speaking of VANESSA. I have something to share with you. Well... Me, Neesha, Atheena and Bea H thinks that Vanessa as a name is really hot. Haha. So, every time the teacher calls her name, Atheena would say &lt;i&gt;Vanessaaaa&lt;/i&gt;. With the bite of the lips and with that seductive look. Hahaha. She always does that. And I mean...&lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt;. We met all of our subject teachers scheduled today, Friday. Our homeroom project is a name plate. In a 1/8 illustration, we would divide in 4. Me, Neesha, Bea H, and Kirby are with each other. We, thanks to Atheena, the ever vain-ish girl, planned to put pictures on our name plate. With that, we also planned to put pictures in &lt;u&gt;each book&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;notebook&lt;/u&gt;. Talk about &lt;b&gt;NARCI&lt;/b&gt;'s. LOL. We had fun during English and Filipino time. In English time, Mrs. Jimeno, which is such a &lt;i&gt;chikadora&lt;/i&gt; teacher, told us, if she would be given a chance to change her whole appearance, she would want Don Z's[sorry I don't know the spelling of her last name. PEACE.] body and face. &lt;i&gt;Nangarap si Ma'am!&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha! Funny thing is... We have Jico as the 2nd voice of the teachers. He would always ask &lt;b&gt;nonsense&lt;/b&gt; queries. That time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jimeno: If I would be given a chance to change my appearance, I would want...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Ma'am paused&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jico: &lt;b&gt;Oprah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Kahit kailan, loko talaga toh si Jico! :)) &lt;b&gt;EVERY&lt;/b&gt; teacher, he really contradicts on everything that the teacher says. He's the start of the laughing moments in 4-Molave. Hahaha. Which makes Neesha annoyed so she would tell Jico to stop and Jico would answer back. It's an endless argument. I tell you. &lt;i&gt;Sabi pa ni Ma'am Jimeno, Neesha, Crush ka pa rin ni Jico hanggang ngayon.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. Neesha would just say... &lt;b&gt;I'm inlove with another man.&lt;/b&gt; :)) WHATEVER Neesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filipino time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Arellano oriented us a bit about the new stuff in school. Like, SEMA program -&lt;b&gt;Science, English, Math Accelerated Program&lt;/b&gt;. What the hell is this? LOL. Sorry, I didn't listen while we had our &lt;u&gt;General Vocation&lt;/u&gt; on the first day. It was totally &lt;b&gt;BOOOOOOORING&lt;/b&gt;. Swear! Haha. And Ma'am Arellano didn't explained it. She just told us that we have a new program in the BED something. Haha. That's Basic Education Program. :) So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Arellano doesn't know everyone of us so like, she just pin-pointed the students that she had while she was handling 1st year Filipino. She wanted to know us all. Joreen suggested that she would get the masters list, and she did. When she got back, Ma'am Arellano started calling names and memorized some of our names. Funny part was there were really some old students that she had that she couldn't remember. Everytime she had that moment, we would say &lt;i&gt;Ma'am! Absent yun!&lt;/i&gt; Though, he/she is in the classroom. Hahaha! I so... love my section! :) This will be a really good year. &lt;b&gt;Hopefully&lt;/b&gt;. Did I mention I'm the 3rd voice?--the voice after Neesha. Oh wait! So that makes me the 4th. LOL. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so &lt;b&gt;F U N&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;•&lt;/B&gt; Dismissal was at 3:00pm. I went home right after school. Congratulate me! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;•&lt;/B&gt; He called. Saying that he loved my slide show at &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/tenchi06"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. IMY Jo. :) I'll make &lt;i&gt;chikka&lt;/i&gt; with you on Sunday. I'm gonna tell you something. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPURS WON!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah baby! Champion! ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6611764696598531081?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6611764696598531081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=6611764696598531081&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6611764696598531081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6611764696598531081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-school-school-did-i-mention.html' title='School. School. SCHOOL. Did I mention school? LOL.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-533776669413212091</id><published>2007-06-14T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:42:08.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaaah.</title><content type='html'>Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird &lt;b&gt;things/habits/little known&lt;/b&gt; facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird &lt;b&gt;habits/things/little known&lt;/b&gt; facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If I don't go anywhere and just stay in the house, I only take a bath in the night --hihi.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I'm a great adviser &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; my advices doesn't work on me. --weird right?&lt;br /&gt;3.) Food lover but &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; gets fat.&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and will be a child at heart.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Great at dancing[yabang], loves to sing --had voice lessons[wag na umangal!].&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;i&gt;Cries in the bathroom and talks to myself&lt;/i&gt; if i have problems.&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;b&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt; good at drawing.&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; was the one whom I had the longest relationship with.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I stare at people if I find them very &lt;u&gt;pretty&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;b&gt;handsome&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;i&gt;Happy outside. Misserable inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Basketball fan.&lt;br /&gt;12.) &lt;b&gt;CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) do I have to tell you I am &lt;b&gt;vain&lt;/b&gt;? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;14.) piglet addict.&lt;br /&gt;15.) loves deeply yet FOOLED. --naman oh! &lt;b&gt;TANGA&lt;/b&gt; kasi. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tag...&lt;/b&gt; Jhana, Eena B., Ate Tin, Ppau and... Chel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day of school today. Did I mention it is 14? LOL. It's my day. Happy 1 year and... 6 months to me! Haha. Happy birthday JO! ^_^ It was our picture day today. And I hated my picture[not that much] because, I have a pimple. Eeek. HATE IT. Though, I still looked &lt;b&gt;HUMAN&lt;/b&gt; like. Hahaha! We met two of our subject teachers, Mrs Jimeno[english] and Mrs. Gonzales[values] --she's pregnant! baby girl ^_^ In values, we were told to write on a piece of paper of something that symbolizes us and give the reason why we chose that symbol. For me, I symbolize myself as a cross. Because... Aside from all the ups and downs in my freakin` life right now, I still know how to pray and thank the Lord for the daily blessings that he gives me. Big or small, it doesn't matter. It's still a blessing. :)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like... &lt;b&gt;WHOA!&lt;/b&gt; Haha. I know... Unbelievable it is. Since they see me as the "&lt;i&gt;makulit&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;malikot&lt;/i&gt;" Tenchi at school. BUT what I said was true. Prayers are a big help. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrm. I feel really weird. While walking, listening to the radio on my mobile, going home, &lt;u&gt;I can't stop&lt;/u&gt; thinking about him. It's like he'll be in my head...FOREVER --I hope not. I keep wondering why isn't he calling? What is he doing right now? Who's he with? Is he okay? Err. &gt;_&lt; Though... I'm still mad at him. &lt;i&gt;May atraso pa yun sakin.&lt;/i&gt; *sigh* &lt;b&gt;I HATE THIS FEELING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-533776669413212091?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/533776669413212091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/533776669413212091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/blaaaah.html' title='Blaaaah.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6101146606105562191</id><published>2007-06-13T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:41:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all starts today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rm_iNpVqbEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HsR7IXXQDwA/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rm_iNpVqbEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HsR7IXXQDwA/s320/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075524029132729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day. It was &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;. :) &lt;i&gt;New classroom&lt;/i&gt;[no aircon. err]. &lt;i&gt;New classmates&lt;/i&gt;[seems they're all friendly:)]. &lt;i&gt;New adviser&lt;/i&gt;[i love ma'am Jainar]. Totally happy with my section because... Me, Bea H., Kirby and Neesha are &lt;u&gt;classmates&lt;/u&gt;. Hoorah! :) Aren't we blessed children? Haha. Bea, me and Kirby really didn't expected that we were going to be classmates though we prayed for it! Weee! :) Thanks God! Anyway... I woke up early, slept late. I slept around 1:30 am. Wow naman! Kamusta naman yun? Hehe. I woke up around 5:00 am. Hindi naman masyado excited ano? I got at school by 6:50 something. Ako ang nauna sa CL[campus link]--a mini store in front of our school. First, I saw Sam... Grabe ang nangyari sa vacation niya ha! Superrr. Secret na yun. :P Then, Emmy and Kirby followed. :) The start of vanity... [i didn't brought my cam. the mem card has a problem. though, it was okay. not a bummer for me.] Chikka to the max! Then... Neesha came then Bea H then, Bea L. As usual... Marga is &lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt;. Haha! When we were about to go in, we saw that Gate 3[main gate] was closed. We thought we can't come in anymore --which is so impossible! We went to Gate 4[center gate. for late comers], we got in! Haha. Went directly to the pavillion. People were gathered and advisers called out the names of the students that would be in their section. &lt;i&gt;Ang layo pa namin. 4th year eh!&lt;/i&gt; Haha. The first one who left the bleachers was Sam... Then, Emmy, Bea L., Marga[they're classmates. 4-Narra]. Then... Neesha, Atheena, Bea H., me and finally, Kirby! Something bad happened when I was called. My top came off! Golly &gt;_&lt; &lt;i&gt;Naipit kasi ni Kirby yung right part ng tube dress ko.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Good thing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;NO ONE&lt;/u&gt; noticed except Neesha. Haha :) So... I walked happily to the line and pretended that nothing happened. Imagine if many people saw that. Eek. The clock striked one and we went back to the classroom. We did something during homeroom time. We were grouped into 5. Shared what would we expect on ourselves, classmates, subject teachers and the school. We all &lt;b&gt;WANTED&lt;/b&gt; fully airconditioned rooms! God. Grabe na kaya ang global warming. &lt;b&gt;SUPER HOT.&lt;/b&gt; While we were discussing with our own groups, me, Neesha and Bea H were the only ones who understood each other. We were so...NOISY. Haha. Though, we made our groupmates laugh. &lt;i&gt;Chumochurbang Chenelyn. Kabadingan internes. Wizzawaz. Pocahontas. Lapel. Antibiotics&lt;/i&gt; --gay language is fun! Haha. After the activity, toured the school 'cause their were some changes then... CR galore and then, classroom then EAT, EAT, EAT. Recited the vission so that we can go home then, Kookels Ecoland. EAT, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks tita Tin. ;) SM. Bought Bea H's shoes. LitoSy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This will be a great year. I so feel it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: We now have a foodcourt. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: 4 - Molave ako! Oh yeah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6101146606105562191?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6101146606105562191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6101146606105562191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-all-starts-today.html' title='It all starts today...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rm_iNpVqbEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HsR7IXXQDwA/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-5784839102662119293</id><published>2007-06-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:24:31.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School / Addiction</title><content type='html'>Oh golly! School is tomorrow. &lt;b&gt;Finally!&lt;/b&gt; No more late sleeps and wake-ups. &lt;b&gt;NO MORE&lt;/b&gt;. I'm really excited for school. To the fact that it's gonna keep me &lt;u&gt;busy&lt;/u&gt;. Since Sunday night... I was crying to death. &lt;i&gt;Hangang sa di na makahinga.&lt;/i&gt; My dawn sessions in the bathroom. All because how &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;, NOTE: &lt;font size=3&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; I have been for falling inlove with some... &lt;b&gt;JERK&lt;/b&gt;. Though, he really is a nice guy. But, I hate that I fell for his dramas and &lt;s&gt;lies&lt;/s&gt;. That's life, right? We all have our ups and downs. Life can't be all &lt;b&gt;happiness&lt;/b&gt;. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I got addicted to this song. Since the day I went to their house. It reminds me of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angels or Devils&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; auto play.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/y3mOrU0XxB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/y3mOrU0XxB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-5784839102662119293?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5784839102662119293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=5784839102662119293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5784839102662119293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5784839102662119293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-addiction.html' title='School / Addiction'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1077775456120548626</id><published>2007-06-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:42:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;I HATE YOU. :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hate the feeling that I expect so much from YOU. Err. &lt;u&gt;Nagpapakatanga&lt;/u&gt; ka nanaman Tenchi! Gumising ka nga!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1077775456120548626?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1077775456120548626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1077775456120548626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1077775456120548626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1077775456120548626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/ihy.html' title='IHY.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1916203720574517081</id><published>2007-06-11T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:11:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 words after sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Think of any 3 words that you can say after sex...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of what people said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; height: 200px; background-color: transparent; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blair&lt;/b&gt;- that was it?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jarred&lt;/b&gt; - Hop back on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shellie&lt;/b&gt;- sweet dreams babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steph&lt;/b&gt;- Lets go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean&lt;/b&gt; - Where's the Towel .. :O )~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pam&lt;/b&gt; - Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruce&lt;/b&gt;-im not through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toni&lt;/b&gt;- give me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cam&lt;/b&gt;- That hurt, fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rob&lt;/b&gt; - Whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lillith&lt;/b&gt; - your sister's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah&lt;/b&gt; - USE MORE LUBE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christi&lt;/b&gt; - oh wow! interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spencer&lt;/b&gt; - Whats That Smell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fox&lt;/b&gt;- Ive had better! ~Liar Lia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;whitney&lt;/b&gt;- I should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dixie boy&lt;/b&gt;-are you serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dixie boy&lt;/b&gt;- your already done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;laci&lt;/b&gt;-yea so u should leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt; - that was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jen&lt;/b&gt;- well that sucked:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D.Min.&lt;/b&gt;-Leave more bruises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qel-droma&lt;/b&gt; - that poor chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;animal kraker&lt;/b&gt;: problems walking huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jayne-bird&lt;/b&gt;: Mhmmm...yup...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jamesreed&lt;/b&gt; : who is next ????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hutch&lt;/b&gt;: Pay up bitch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margaret&lt;/b&gt;: Your still young....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonie&lt;/b&gt;: Proud of ya (HIGH FIVE) LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riccoh&lt;/b&gt;: NICE now leave! lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~KELLI~&lt;/b&gt; Love you Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason&lt;/b&gt;: You are Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam&lt;/b&gt;- Top or bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chloe&lt;/b&gt; - got any food???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;liz&lt;/b&gt; - something feels sticky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ron&lt;/b&gt; - can't feel it.. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;janE&lt;/b&gt; -- i WANT mORE!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FleXx&lt;/b&gt; - thx.erm.bye. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MsMarteLL&lt;/b&gt; - i'm in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona&lt;/b&gt; - I'm still horny baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skye&lt;/b&gt; - ok, you're No.126... (draws&lt;br /&gt;another stirke on bed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt; - k thx bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CrisBW&lt;/b&gt; - let's go bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawn&lt;/b&gt; - lick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;banlee&lt;/b&gt; - wats your name??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AmaL&lt;/b&gt; - whats my name?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zameer&lt;/b&gt; - one more time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LikkleMammiieChelle&lt;/b&gt;- Im NOT satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/b&gt; again again again.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mizzkhaye&lt;/b&gt; - love u baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dee&lt;/b&gt; - come again oye! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;myles&lt;/b&gt; - get lost bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rhenzkie&lt;/b&gt; - one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aien&lt;/b&gt; - you're done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marco&lt;/b&gt; - pahinga na tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jen&lt;/b&gt;-yun na un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;miko&lt;/b&gt;-wala ka kwenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;andy&lt;/b&gt;-isa pa pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pam&lt;/b&gt;-hey come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;poo&lt;/b&gt;- is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kenn&lt;/b&gt;- ang sarap mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;camz&lt;/b&gt;- lets clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilo&lt;/b&gt;- i luv u. :) (isnt that sweet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jei&lt;/b&gt; - isa pa boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinten&lt;/b&gt; - where am i?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bian&lt;/b&gt; - 300 lang...next!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gerald&lt;/b&gt; - bente pamasahe mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;czare&lt;/b&gt; - pwede na magyosi???? hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mikai&lt;/b&gt; - hot ko noh?. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jM&lt;/b&gt; - waaaaaaaaaaah? sino ka??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;adjay&lt;/b&gt; - did you swallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Althya&lt;/b&gt; - time is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHEENA&lt;/b&gt; - I WANT MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demonyong SANto&lt;/b&gt; EXTEND PA AKO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;m0shi&lt;/b&gt; - shucks! ang sakit :in pain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;za&lt;/b&gt; - five times huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sergs&lt;/b&gt; - saman again pa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jolly mae&lt;/b&gt; - don't leave me!! (guys&lt;br /&gt;usually dump girls after sex.. 90%&lt;br /&gt;sure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chelra&lt;/b&gt;- whoaah!! ano yon?!.. hahha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marc&lt;/b&gt; - sarap ng virgin!! wahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;choco&lt;/b&gt; - i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chino&lt;/b&gt; - i love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aRah&lt;/b&gt; - 2log sa' tah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kid&lt;/b&gt; - where's the lighter??!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;MINE&lt;/font&gt; -- &lt;b&gt;I MISSED THAT.&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha! Ang landi ano?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; Im out today... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1916203720574517081?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1916203720574517081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1916203720574517081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1916203720574517081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1916203720574517081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-words-after-sex_10.html' title='3 words after sex'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7739288938716658473</id><published>2007-06-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:04:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...</title><content type='html'>I made a new lyt. AGAIN. Claps for me! Haha. Well... I made it because my past lyt &lt;b&gt;sucks&lt;/b&gt;. Really. I hated the banner and I had enough &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;green&lt;/b&gt; for awhile. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=8px&gt;&lt;b&gt;Babooie&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Babie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-7739288938716658473?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7739288938716658473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=7739288938716658473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7739288938716658473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7739288938716658473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing.html' title='Nothing...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7591204435223154991</id><published>2007-06-08T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:39:46.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbie.everythinggirl.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmlKT5VqbDI/AAAAAAAAAII/tnFaERlAjuM/s1600-h/Barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmlKT5VqbDI/AAAAAAAAAII/tnFaERlAjuM/s200/Barbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073668160879225906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we did awhile ago. It's fun! Better try it. The title is the link. Haha. I know, I know. It's for kiddies. But, hey! It reminds me of my own barbie dolls before. Have you had one? I did! Tons of them! And... They end up nowhere to be found now. Hahaha! I can't blab about anything that much right now. Exept for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strawberry + apple green lollipop tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; Yeepee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get me? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-7591204435223154991?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7591204435223154991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=7591204435223154991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7591204435223154991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7591204435223154991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/barbieeverythinggirlcom.html' title='barbie.everythinggirl.com'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmlKT5VqbDI/AAAAAAAAAII/tnFaERlAjuM/s72-c/Barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3515368140689842623</id><published>2007-06-05T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:17:44.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so... I LOVE :)</title><content type='html'>Where shall I start? I'm just so very very very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY&lt;/span&gt; happy!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm gay!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. LOL. Why? Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JJG&lt;/span&gt; just talked awhile ago on the phone. We had those &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"tahimik saglit"&lt;/span&gt; moments. That always happens. :) I had fun talking with him. We reminisced some stuff. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; How he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; on our 3rd monthsary because he had this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"curse"&lt;/span&gt; that when it comes to the 3rd month with the relationship he has will be ended. Well... Lucky him or should I say us, on our 3rd month, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it didn't&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; On our 6th monthsary he was so happy and we totally celebrated 'cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;he topped someone in my past&lt;/span&gt;--we only lasted 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; 7th monthsary was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;! It was a school day for him and a practice day for me for the indak-indak sa kadalanan. He woke up very very early. He stopped by here, at our house and he had the guts to tell my mom and tita that it was our monthsary. So... He came in my room, woke me up. And I was like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Nandito ka lagi?&lt;/span&gt; Then I stood up came close to him and he just hugged me and greeted me Happy Monthsary Babiee! --i know it's mushy, but what the heck! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;He's SWEET&lt;/span&gt;. :) Until now... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's still unbelievable for me&lt;/span&gt;. :) And oh, he bought a cake for me too. It wrote on the cake, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy 7th monthsary babiee!&lt;/span&gt;" --it was vanila. And mean me, I only ate 1 slic of it 'cause I didn't liked it. Haha. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;How I made him become a child too. And enjoyed singing nursery rhymes...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Old McDonald&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;BINGO&lt;/span&gt; and a whole lot more! Hahaha. That was so... FUN! :) I'm sorry. I just can't get that kid thing inside of me. Though he admitted that he liked it. :) The high light here, in singing nursery rhymes was...the time that we used the tone of B-I-N-G-O and the lyrics came from Old McDonald. Hahaha! It went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Old McDonald had a farm, B-I-N-G-O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told me how we had so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"drama"&lt;/span&gt; moments together and how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"igat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --in our terms it's what we call fun and exiting moments-- we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing that really irritates me. And that's when I know that he's going out and yet I want to tell him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;not to go&lt;/span&gt; to where he is supposed to be going but, I can't. 'Cause I don't have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"authorization"&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Like, awhile ago, we had to stopped talking 'cause he had to go to his friends house. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Matulog ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Asus. May pupuntahan ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abnegating&lt;/span&gt;) Hindi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Kilala na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giggled&lt;/span&gt;)  sandali lang.  Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Cge na. Ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Wala nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ano kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit of silence&lt;/span&gt;) Lubxue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paused&lt;/span&gt;)  Lubxue too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3515368140689842623?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3515368140689842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3515368140689842623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3515368140689842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3515368140689842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-so-i-love.html' title='Oh so... I LOVE :)'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1525561907027087114</id><published>2007-06-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:16:51.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I went to the mall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmPYZlDM8AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fg8Bmc7DKL0/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmPYZlDM8AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fg8Bmc7DKL0/s200/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072135539303182338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got home from G-mall. I was forced to go out. Bea kept nagging me. 'Cause she was going to pay Marion -- a friend of hers. Marion was with Gio. Can you believe that we were the ones who waited for them? Geez! Where are their manners? So... We met up with them at Game Console. When we saw them, they were like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bai, ikaw na kuha. Hindi, ikaw na lagi!"&lt;/span&gt; Then, finally, they fully came out from the store and accepted the money. Before we went off, they asked for my name... And so, I introduced myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; Marion is cute! Haha. Though, he has a girlfriend in Cebu. Isn't it too far? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt; It was quite a bond with Bea H. Studio picture at Lito Sy, I love. :) Space Burger, yummy! Strolled a bit and went home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1525561907027087114?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1525561907027087114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1525561907027087114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1525561907027087114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1525561907027087114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-i-went-to-mall.html' title='Off I went to the mall...'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmPYZlDM8AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fg8Bmc7DKL0/s72-c/PICT0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6455468424913620043</id><published>2007-06-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:16:57.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday auntie Bing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmGJT1DM7_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ITBFVTlyY8Y/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmGJT1DM7_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ITBFVTlyY8Y/s320/PICT0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071485629146918898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat eat eat. Kids playing. Flashes of cam everywhere. Laughters. Chat with Kuya Tikoy currently  in London. Gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;Sorry if I haven't been posting to much. I'm just so lazy. And yeah... Gonna have a sleep over with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6455468424913620043?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6455468424913620043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=6455468424913620043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6455468424913620043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6455468424913620043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-auntie-bing.html' title='Happy birthday auntie Bing.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RmGJT1DM7_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ITBFVTlyY8Y/s72-c/PICT0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-5775163397807475761</id><published>2007-05-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:20:07.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rl6hElDM7-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5hPvgm7-Fk8/s1600-h/%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rl6hElDM7-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5hPvgm7-Fk8/s320/%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070667330502848482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And so... God answered my prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bea Herrera has a blogspot too. &lt;a href="http://melancholy26.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/a&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/4524138723596164296-5775163397807475761?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5775163397807475761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=5775163397807475761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5775163397807475761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/5775163397807475761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-again.html' title='Happy AGAIN'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rl6hElDM7-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/5hPvgm7-Fk8/s72-c/%2833%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-4429358660938665144</id><published>2007-05-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:51:50.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be affected</title><content type='html'>So okay. You guys all know my problem. Well... I'm having plans on how to fix it and all &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; I think it's much better if I leave him alone. He told me that he wants to &lt;i&gt;fully move on&lt;/i&gt;. I'll give him the time. I told him that he should concentrate on his studies so that he could make his future plans that he told me while we were still together. Did you know what he told me? &lt;i&gt;Dun sa sinasabi mong magseryoso? Di ko na magagawa yun.&lt;/i&gt; It's his life. What can I do? I'm just his &lt;s&gt;PAST&lt;/s&gt;. I want to help him. Really. But, this being his &lt;b&gt;EX&lt;/b&gt; is getting in the way. I'm also on the down low because his sister is, I think, still mad at me. God. What I have done wrong? Psssh. So anyway, I'm trying my very best not to do stupid things just because of this madness. Being on the &lt;u&gt;brighter side&lt;/u&gt; is much better. Don't you think? &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlrZ5lDM79I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1lTtKVNUmv4/s1600-h/PICT1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 173px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlrZ5lDM79I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1lTtKVNUmv4/s320/PICT1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069603913780228050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlrZ01DM78I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_4sSrK4Uf8M/s1600-h/PICT0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlrZ01DM78I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_4sSrK4Uf8M/s320/PICT0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069603832175849410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway...&lt;/b&gt; Last Saturday and Sunday, I was out. I had an overnight stay at Bea's house. Kirby came with us to the &lt;b&gt;People of the sun&lt;/b&gt; party at Lanang, Beach Club. It was quite boring there. All we did was drink a bottle of SanMig Light then, walk around the beach and tooks some pretty nice shots. The band was so not... Blaaah. The prizes were dull. But, what the heck! There were many &lt;b&gt;cuties!&lt;/b&gt; Haha. We came home at around 11:30 PM. On the way home, Tito -- Bea's dad, was drunk. Thank God we arrived home safe. LOL. While Tito was driving, he always said this line: &lt;i&gt;Anak, inaantok na ako. Ikaw nanaman magdrive.&lt;/i&gt; Then he would grab Bea's hands and lets her hold the steering wheel. Haha. So fun! Before we went home, we stopped by Convinience store. Brought some tuff to grub. Chicharon -- Porky Best ofcourse!, Fita -- bacon spread. Yum!, Potato Chips, V-Cut and more! Haha. When we arrived, we went straight to the room, opened up some chicharon and ate ate ate. &lt;u&gt;Piggies we are! :)&lt;/u&gt; Laughtrip while eating because Kirby was telling us a story. I didn't quite remembered it though. Haha! STML[short term memory loss]. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;, the thing that I could remember the most, are those new names that we made. Like... &lt;b&gt;PAL&lt;/b&gt; for cockroaches, &lt;b&gt;Manok&lt;/b&gt; for Mosquitos, and &lt;b&gt;Miming&lt;/b&gt; for ants. Haha. That night was full of pure &lt;b&gt;BLISS. :)&lt;/b&gt; And I loved it! Sunday came, we went back to the beach and got the tarpaulines of Kookels, oh! I forgot to tell you guys, Bea is the daughter of the owner of Kookels here. :) We went to that party because we represented Kookels. So anyway... The tarpaulines were lost. Tsk! Those 2 tarps costs 600php each. And they were just gone? Like, pooof! Tita worried about it very much, the DJ that made the party told Tita that he'll check it in his office early in the morning. Tita was quite relieved then. We visited different Kookel stands and outlets here in Davao. But, not all. We also went to Market Basket. It's kind of a mall with different and when I say different stores, I really mean different. LOL. There were botiques, palengke kind of store, grocery store, food outlets, sari-sari store. All the stores you can imagine. Haha. The botiques have many vintage yet cheap clothes and accessories. It is a must go to kind of place. :) After the mini tour in Davao, we went home and slept. After sleeping we went to church then, Nccc Mall. We saw PJ ramping and danced. Too bad the others didn't came. Those two days was just... &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&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/4524138723596164296-4429358660938665144?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4429358660938665144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=4429358660938665144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4429358660938665144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4429358660938665144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-be-affected.html' title='Don&apos;t be affected'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlrZ5lDM79I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1lTtKVNUmv4/s72-c/PICT1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-8579959271303885685</id><published>2007-05-27T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:08:52.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litong-lito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rlme71DM75I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OE-EkG4zpSQ/s1600-h/PICT0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rlme71DM75I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OE-EkG4zpSQ/s320/PICT0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069257606272184210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba! Ang gulo-gulo mo. Masaya na yung buhay ko. Ba't ngayon ka pa umangal? Bakit ngayon ka pa bumukas sa akin at sinabi yung mga salitang iyon sa panahon na maligaya na sana ako? Naka move on na ako, oo. Ikaw, wala pa. Kailangan pala dakdakan ako? Nagpromise na ako! Oo! Na magpapakatino na ako at iingatan ko sarili ko. Nagpapakatino naman ako ah. Bakit ayaw mo maniwala na nagbabago na ako?! Sawang-sawa na ako sa mga pinagsasabi mo sa akin! Pinabiyaan mo na nga ako at binigay mo ang tiwala mo sa akin. Pero, ba't ganun? Pagdating sa aktual, binabawi mo? Tapos, pagsasabihan mo ako ng kung ano-anong masama? Pagod na ako! Alam mo ba 'yun? Binibigyan mo nanaman ako ng problema. Ano ba talagang gusto mo? Ginagawa ko naman yung pangako ko ah. Ba't 'di mo makita? Kesyo lagi akong gumagala? 'Yun ba? Kaya iniisip mo na kung ano-ano pinanggagawa ko? Ano ba! Lagi nalang negatibo nasa isipan mo! Hindi na ba magbabago yang pagtingin mo sakin?! Haaaaaaayy. Pasensiya kung nasabihan kita na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang kwentang kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago na ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IBIGAN&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusto na kitang mamatay&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayoko talaga&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;. Nakwento sakin ni Maxene na kumuha ka ng kutsilyo at gagawin mo raw sana yung balak mo. Hindi ko na alam anong gawin! Nakakalito na. Pati yung kapatid mo, galit sakin. Dahil sa sinabi ko kagabi. Iniwanan nga pala kita ng message sa isa mong sim. Sana, mabasa mo. SANA. Bakit pa kasi pumalit ka pa ng sim dahil lang sa di ka pa nakamove on. Sa bagay, mahirap na din kung lagi kang may inaalala. Diba? Kasi nga, gala ako ng gala. Ewan ko! Ako na 'yung nahihirapan ngayon. Iniwan mo kasing ganito 'yung sitwasyon. Di mo ba inisip na mahihirapan ako? Ni hindi ko alam kung malalapitan pa kita. Nahihiya na akong lumapit sayo. Siya nga pala, may balak akong tawagan ka sa June 13 at babatiin ka ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Daddee's day. :(&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo, dahil kagabi... Pinabalik mo lahat. Ngayon, ako na itong sobrang litong-lito at 'di alam kung anong gagawin para maayos ito. Na magkaayos tayo at 'di na galit 'yung kapatid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kitang tawagan...kaso, hindi pa ako sigurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAGOD NA AKO SA GANITO. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-8579959271303885685?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8579959271303885685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=8579959271303885685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8579959271303885685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8579959271303885685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/litong-lito.html' title='Litong-lito'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rlme71DM75I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OE-EkG4zpSQ/s72-c/PICT0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-780488960080627647</id><published>2007-05-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:02:14.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School + SM days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbdnFDM73I/AAAAAAAAAGw/01rR87LHI5o/s1600-h/PICT0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbdnFDM73I/AAAAAAAAAGw/01rR87LHI5o/s200/PICT0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068482094092316530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(May 24, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;, I have been officially enrolled. I went with Ate Aprille. Filled up some form and payed what has to be payed. Though, I didn't got the books. I just took the books today. With Kirby and Kuling. Anyway, so me and Ate Aprille went to SM and bought her new college shoes. Ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;McDo&lt;/span&gt; then, looked for some flat shoes for me this school year. Saw some 4th year students last year but, they didn't noticed Ate Aprille. Haha. Went strolling. Waited for Emmy. Picture taking. Got home around 6:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbbfVDM70I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wy_jR-HBpqE/s1600-h/PICT0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbbfVDM70I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wy_jR-HBpqE/s200/PICT0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068479761925074754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbbRlDM7zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3C2mC-atAd0/s1600-h/PICT0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbbRlDM7zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3C2mC-atAd0/s200/PICT0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068479525701873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(May 25,2007)&lt;/span&gt;, I went to school again to get the books. After getting the books we went to SM, again. Strolled and decided to watch Pirates 3. It's not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so-must-watch&lt;/span&gt; movie for me. I mostly liked Pirates 2. Watching the movie was so unexpected. So, my plans for tomorrow watching the Recital and Pirates 3 with Neesh, PJ and Emmy are cancelled. Well, maybe they will watch and all but, not me. I'm going to Lanang tomorrow night with Kuling ang her cousins. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kookels&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which they own&lt;/span&gt; is one of the sponsors for that beach party at Lanang. She has an extra ticket. It was supposed to be for her cousin Trina. But, due to her travel to Budda, she can't come. So, Kuling picked me instead. So... Yeah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna party tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt; Wooo! Haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rlbd2FDM74I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Jq13lkH-lXM/s1600-h/pirates2poster3-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rlbd2FDM74I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Jq13lkH-lXM/s320/pirates2poster3-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068482351790354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-780488960080627647?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/780488960080627647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=780488960080627647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/780488960080627647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/780488960080627647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-sm-days.html' title='School + SM days'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlbdnFDM73I/AAAAAAAAAGw/01rR87LHI5o/s72-c/PICT0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-2534466757563747561</id><published>2007-05-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:32:54.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlU_gVDM7xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/afF5sL7G3ns/s1600-h/phoenixposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlU_gVDM7xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/afF5sL7G3ns/s320/phoenixposter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068026780314300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just keep your nose clean and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedridc!' Who's Cedric? -- Your boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&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/4524138723596164296-2534466757563747561?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2534466757563747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=2534466757563747561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2534466757563747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2534466757563747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title='Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlU_gVDM7xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/afF5sL7G3ns/s72-c/phoenixposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3668570330532085354</id><published>2007-05-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:23:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life. Achievement. Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Tenchi. How are you doing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is everything fine? Got any problems?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What's new? Can you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm very much fine. Indeed I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life's pretty much fun&lt;/span&gt;, as of now. No problems at all. Though I am here, stuck at home, everything is fine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just fine&lt;/span&gt;. I'm living the life. And I'm thankful everyday eventhough nothing big happens, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still thanks the Big Man for his everyday blessings.&lt;/span&gt; There are small things that He gives that we can't see. Like, how relaxing our life is that we have the perfect furniture, the entertainment, internet, computer, food and the clothes that we wear. Well... My point is, we must learn to thank God every single day. We know he gives us problems &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; He never makes one without a solution. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it. God guides us. We make the decissions. We make the mistakes, we learn from it and God helps us. It's as simple as that. I've come to realize these things by comparing my old self to the present Tenchi. Who is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW Tenchi&lt;/span&gt; anyway? What so different about her? I'll tell you... Back then, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a girl that would go to school and go home after. I've been to alot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy things&lt;/span&gt;. I would go home late. Where did I came from? Some house of my friends friend. What do we do? Have a couple of shots of beer. That's our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BeWitching&lt;/span&gt; days as Mommy tells me. When I arrive at home, there is mommy(tita) by the computer and my mama(real mom) by the sofa. They're waiting for me. I always get repremanded by them. The same lines as usual. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San ka nanaman galing? Anong oras na!&lt;/span&gt; I'm used to it every Friday night.  What time  do I get home?  11-12 pm.  No shock there. My life before was so... Bitchy. That's how I acted. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm different&lt;/span&gt;. I've changed. Achieved new things that I never would have imagined. That old attitude is gone now. I've learned to become serious at times with the help of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JJG&lt;/span&gt;. So, yeah. Thanks to you! Life's not easy. I tell you that. So, if you want to have a good life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think hard&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think well&lt;/span&gt; before you speak because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the past will ruine the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Melissa S. is out from the search for the next doll. Oh yes! I hate her attitude. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;* One Tree Hill is so a must watch right now. The episodes are so... Blaaahh! Just watch!&lt;br /&gt;Chase broke up with brooke. Err. Too bad. They look good together. Hmf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3668570330532085354?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3668570330532085354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3668570330532085354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3668570330532085354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3668570330532085354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-achievement-change.html' title='Life. Achievement. Change.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1563241777797419910</id><published>2007-05-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:38:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlKKcVDM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lfJwfwGYSkg/s1600-h/%28411%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlKKcVDM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lfJwfwGYSkg/s200/%28411%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067264750036774626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;. Because, our computer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; reformated. Wooo!&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/4524138723596164296-1563241777797419910?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1563241777797419910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1563241777797419910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1563241777797419910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1563241777797419910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RlKKcVDM7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lfJwfwGYSkg/s72-c/%28411%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3811186004446303534</id><published>2007-05-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:36:58.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined</title><content type='html'>Err. Our new computer is going to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reformatted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pictures! The data's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL GONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All because &lt;em&gt;someone didn't turned it off properly&lt;/em&gt;. Good thing I posted it at &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Total bummer! Gaaahhh. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3811186004446303534?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3811186004446303534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3811186004446303534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3811186004446303534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3811186004446303534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/ruined.html' title='Ruined'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3010926762608459223</id><published>2007-05-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:30:41.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family-Friends day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk8JmFDM7rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xngjAePgWr4/s1600-h/PICT0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk8JmFDM7rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xngjAePgWr4/s200/PICT0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066278655610384050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went somewhere and watched DVD&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. After that, I went to SM. I was suppose to watch Neesha's recital but I was too late because I came from someone's house. :) When I got there, I went directly to the Entertainment Plaza. Magpapakita lang kay Ma'am Balani. She was not responding to my messages so me and Kirby, went back stage to look for her. Still, she wasn't there. Instead, we bought tickets for the movie Shrek 3. Wooo. There were oh so many people. When we bought the tickets, the sign said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all seats taken&lt;/span&gt;. So, we decided to watch the 5:20 pm show. We walked around with Pj, Neesha, and Jan--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi friend!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Oh! I saw Miss Apple Ampit and Joliz with her buddies Joel, Dawn, Chloe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk8JvVDM7sI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-bbT-42ohgw/s1600-h/PICT0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk8JvVDM7sI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-bbT-42ohgw/s200/PICT0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066278814524174018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Kyla. :) I also saw... Carrie, Alice, and Angela. Woot. Grabe. Kahit airconditioned ang SM, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mainit parin&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you! Ang daming tao. Phew! Imagine, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started strolling from 2:3o&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we finished by 8-ish&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Napagod ba kami? Oo! Sobra! Gahh. Oh! You really must watch Shrek 3. It's really funny. Don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie: Pirates of the Carribean - At World's End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3010926762608459223?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3010926762608459223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3010926762608459223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3010926762608459223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3010926762608459223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-friends-day.html' title='Family-Friends day.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk8JmFDM7rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xngjAePgWr4/s72-c/PICT0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-6410385697791534418</id><published>2007-05-18T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:05:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning new words. ++ Gossip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk1d9lDM7pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IfRkvCMpyHg/s1600-h/1+-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk1d9lDM7pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IfRkvCMpyHg/s200/1+-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065808468360621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what I ate. Well, actually, nothing. Haha. When I woke up, I realized that I felt so drained. Like, I don't know anything at all. For short, I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bobo&lt;/span&gt;. Diba Ell? Haha. I got the dictionary and read it. Whoa. I learned deep words with simple meanings. I am indeed proud of myself. Lol. Atleast I'm helping myself enhance my vocabulary you know. It's hard to go out there and talk to people and don't understand such words that they are saying. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk1ePFDM7qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KK8VgPO2jNI/s1600-h/%28352%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk1ePFDM7qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KK8VgPO2jNI/s200/%28352%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065808769008332450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! Got some gossip from a dear friend. Haha. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ManStealer&lt;/span&gt; is telling her bestfriend--also a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dirty little skank&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;JJG&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;. Eek! Hell no! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;JJG&lt;/span&gt; told me that&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; didn't even courted &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. Desperate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;harlot&lt;/span&gt;.  I totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; her and her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dirty little bitch friend&lt;/span&gt;. Gahd. They are born &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life ruiners!&lt;/span&gt; I tell you! Because of her bestfriend, I lost my boyfee and now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;? Gahd. Mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;malalandi&lt;/span&gt; sila! Walang magawa sa buhay kung 'di mang-agaw ng BF. Curse those whores! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Die bitch! Die!&lt;/span&gt; [evil laugh] Geez. I so have the grudge for them. I heared, the ManStealer's bestfriend &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will go back to Colegio&lt;/span&gt;. Well, let's just see this year. Wala na kayong kakampi! Wala! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everybody hates the both of you!&lt;/span&gt; And you both know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for me being mean. Haha. Well... Tomorrow, I'm going to be out. I'm gonna watch &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/nixachiiq"&gt;Neesha Patrice Balani's&lt;/a&gt; recital at SM, Entertainment Plaza. You guys wanna come? Haha. &lt;a href="http://vainballerina.blogspot.com/"&gt;BB&lt;/a&gt;, are you coming? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Woohoo. Gonna watch Shrek 3 and Pirates 3 with JJG. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-6410385697791534418?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6410385697791534418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=6410385697791534418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6410385697791534418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/6410385697791534418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning-new-words.html' title='Learning new words. ++ Gossip.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rk1d9lDM7pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IfRkvCMpyHg/s72-c/1+-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-8232231776759151313</id><published>2007-05-13T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T10:26:55.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Saturday night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyX7jSvWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XVd6mzUhrdI/s1600-h/PICT0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyX7jSvWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XVd6mzUhrdI/s200/PICT0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860586472979810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gahd. I so had fun last night! We(&lt;i&gt;Bea, Me and Emmy&lt;/i&gt;) watched &lt;b&gt;HS Musical&lt;/b&gt; at CAP auditorium. Jhana was supposed to be with us. But, she gots the flu. The play was incredible! The dancers were good, plus, there were many cuties. Haha. The Lu brothers. Yeeek!&lt;br /&gt;Chinky dooods. Haha. The purpose why we watched that play is because of &lt;b&gt;Miss Danielle Angeles&lt;/b&gt;, as &lt;u&gt;Sharpay Evans&lt;/u&gt; in the play. You go girl. She really fits the role. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I saw alot of pretty familiar faces there. Like, Cathy, Boji, Maggion, Han&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyebjSvXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hcwYm05sgJc/s1600-h/PICT0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyebjSvXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hcwYm05sgJc/s200/PICT0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860698142129522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah, Von, Leonel, Jenah, Jico, and some 4th year dude at our school. Haha. And oh! Dani's boyfee, RD. Too bad for him he can't come near Dani 'cause her whole family is watching. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that we stood til the whole show was done? Haha. We didn't got sits, too crowded. Well... It was worth standing for. Haha. 'cause... Uhm... I stood beside a chinky cutie guy! Haha. Hot guys were all over the place. My night was so... &lt;b&gt;HEAVENLY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyk7jSvYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/X7tbsyCfshg/s1600-h/PICT0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyk7jSvYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/X7tbsyCfshg/s200/PICT0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860809811279234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we went to Rizal Promenade. Ordered a pitcher of &lt;i&gt;Blue Margarita&lt;/i&gt;. Oh so yummy! Oh. Oh. We saw Hiroshi too! Long lost kuya! :) I missed that dude. He even told me I got thin. Geez. Thanks? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;He calls me Shaina way way back when I was still in gradeschool. Haha. I was so chubby-wubby then, I might say so myself. He was also our &lt;u&gt;photographer&lt;/u&gt; for the night. Haha. So fun! After a couple of shots of margarita, which we got a little bit tipsy. Haha. We moved to &lt;b&gt;Bar 183&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for awhile then, bought a stallion. &lt;i&gt;Pinaghatian pa namin!&lt;/i&gt; Weird. I only had one glass. The rest, was theirs. :) After that last shot of RH, we went home. My mom was looking for me and Bea was totally wasted. Haha. Hiroshi, I mean, &lt;b&gt;Kuya&lt;/b&gt; Hiroshi, got a cab for us. Then off we went home.&lt;br /&gt;When I got here, I directly changed 'cause I was so freakin` tired. I really had fun. Til the next night out! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/photos/album/128"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-8232231776759151313?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/8232231776759151313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=8232231776759151313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8232231776759151313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/8232231776759151313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-saturday-night.html' title='What a Saturday night!'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkZyX7jSvWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XVd6mzUhrdI/s72-c/PICT0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-931934101172740025</id><published>2007-05-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:13:40.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkCD0bjSvTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PGNCG0SW5J4/s1600-h/spider32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkCD0bjSvTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PGNCG0SW5J4/s200/spider32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062190917936659762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So today, I watched &lt;u&gt;Spider Man 3&lt;/u&gt; with &lt;b&gt;Kuling&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Kirby&lt;/b&gt;. We had so much fun! I missed them much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the movie was awesome too. With it's visual effects and how the story went. It's a must &lt;i&gt;watch&lt;/i&gt; movie. &lt;u&gt;Don't miss it&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... What else? We saw alot of cute boys. Haha. At NCCC mall and at SM mall. Yeee. Had crazy moments with my sister -- Kirby and mommy -- Kuling.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! We're a crazy family, what do you expect? We're fun! Haha. And yeah! I saw &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man Stealer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And she was like starring at me. She was with her tita and some kids.&lt;br /&gt;They watched Turistas. The hell I care. Prolly, he told Joel at that moment that she saw me. Oh, well. I just had fun. Next off, &lt;u&gt;Blue Waters&lt;/u&gt;! Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;Then, HS musical at CAP Auditorium. Then... Movie with JJG, Shrek 3 baby! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-931934101172740025?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/931934101172740025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=931934101172740025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/931934101172740025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/931934101172740025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title='Movies!'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RkCD0bjSvTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PGNCG0SW5J4/s72-c/spider32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7272509148156672796</id><published>2007-05-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:45:46.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy now. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rj2_zLjSvSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KjV4O9VoKqU/s1600-h/%28128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rj2_zLjSvSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KjV4O9VoKqU/s200/%28128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061412442229357858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got home from &lt;u&gt;church&lt;/u&gt;. I love going to church. It just let's me calm down and let's me &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;realize&lt;/b&gt; things. The gospel for this Sunday is all about &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As the priest said, "&lt;i&gt;We cannot command love. We cannot just say, hey!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;." For example, you don't want to go home because you just want to have fun all night long.&lt;br /&gt;But, you still come home because you &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The priest made the gospel very interesting because he gave jokes. Haha. Like, "&lt;i&gt;Love one another. Not love another one.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" /&gt; I really love that priest. Though I don't know his name. Geez. Sorry. He can make the mass not boring plus, he speaks clearly. Other priest eat what they say. And it's hard to understand. Err. When I'm in the church, I'm not like others that would text, look around and see if there are cute guys. Nah. Unbelievable huh? But, &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;. I don't bring my phone. And I discipline myself so that I could listen well.&lt;br /&gt;Because, before, I would just go to church to find cute guys. Haha. Hey! That was &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;u&gt;different&lt;/u&gt;. Okay? &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt; Currently, I am &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;. Oh yes I am! Why, you ask? Well. Well. Well. He is no longer mad at me anymore. Yeee. ^_^ I did something bad to him. Here's the story, his tito died. Yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;his burrial. Uhh... To my stupidity, I blab about how he was such a jerk and fooled me. He said, "&lt;i&gt;Kaloko ka? Tench, hintayin mo muna ako makabalik ng Davao beh. Respeto lang sa tito ko.&lt;/i&gt;." So, I said&lt;br /&gt;I was sorry. But, I can't help. It's like a &lt;u&gt;word vomite&lt;/u&gt;. So I kept on blabbing. So he really got mad. And he even said that he doesn't want me to text him anymore. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" /&gt; At night I told him how sorry I was and all. And finally! He forgave me. Yeee. Just this night. They are now on their way home from Surigao. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-7272509148156672796?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7272509148156672796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=7272509148156672796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7272509148156672796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7272509148156672796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-got-home-from-church.html' title='Happy now. :)'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Rj2_zLjSvSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KjV4O9VoKqU/s72-c/%28128%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-3855182299358639183</id><published>2007-05-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:12:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How far would you go to be a HollyWood star?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://telepicturesblog.warnerbros.com/tyrashow/2149-blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://telepicturesblog.warnerbros.com/tyrashow/2149-blog.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is so scary. So I watched Tyra's show early in the morning, around 7-ish. She had this set up about how many girls &lt;b&gt;would do anything just to be a HollyWood actress&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lead role was a sexy role. So, they had a couple of runs of the script with the girls who auditioned ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;After the runs, the &lt;b&gt;FAKE&lt;/b&gt; director asked every girl to come into his room to have the &lt;i&gt;"love scene"&lt;/i&gt;. Creepy! Many came, but only a few videos were shown because there was no time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The first girl came in, she was asked to &lt;b&gt;unbuckle her belt&lt;/b&gt;. At first she didn't want too but the &lt;b&gt;FAKE&lt;/b&gt; director encouraged the girl to do it. Then, she did it.&lt;br /&gt;Tyra had enough so she came out and went into the &lt;i&gt;"set up room"&lt;/i&gt; and told the girl that what she is doing was so wrong. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wouldn't even dare&lt;/b&gt; to do such things like that. This was the thing that Joel &lt;i&gt;was telling me&lt;/i&gt;. Imagine, a girl got &lt;b&gt;murdered&lt;/b&gt; 'cause of this scams. Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;There was even a &lt;b&gt;duck tape&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;rope&lt;/i&gt; infront of the girl and &lt;b&gt;NOT KNOWING&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;FAKE&lt;/b&gt; director had a companion, another guy.&lt;br /&gt;You see? We really can't tell what would happen next. This really hit me hard. I mean, everyone knows &lt;b&gt;how I am when it comes to meeting people&lt;/b&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;But, I never thought of, you know, &lt;i&gt;that this kind of things happen&lt;/i&gt;. It &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; came into my mind. I would always think of fun. 'cause my friends are there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person that &lt;i&gt;wouldn't care what would happen&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;AFTER&lt;/b&gt; as long as &lt;i&gt;I had fun&lt;/i&gt;. Blaaahh. &lt;b&gt;ANOTHER REALIZATION&lt;/b&gt;. Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that &lt;b&gt;I realized these things before anything would happen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! For giving me such a &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt; guy. You know who I mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;He just knows &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt; about life. He has been through certain problems. &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; ordinary ones.&lt;br /&gt;Really hard problems yet, he still stands. I'm really &lt;i&gt;amazed&lt;/i&gt; about him. I mean, for his age, &lt;i&gt;he knows alot&lt;/i&gt; and I mean, &lt;b&gt;ALOT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe how &lt;b&gt;thankful&lt;/b&gt; I am that I became his friend. :) Geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, what's next?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-3855182299358639183?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/3855182299358639183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=3855182299358639183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3855182299358639183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/3855182299358639183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-far-would-you-go-to-be-hollywood.html' title='How far would you go to be a HollyWood star?'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-4513576959408067755</id><published>2007-04-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:01:02.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late birthday celebration with friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjYC4LjSvOI/AAAAAAAAADo/SbB-8jYCQpQ/s1600-h/beatch.o9o6.%28125%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjYC4LjSvOI/AAAAAAAAADo/SbB-8jYCQpQ/s200/beatch.o9o6.%28125%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059234395594079458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. So, today is my late birthday celebration. I had fun. As always. My crazy family was complete. Im so glad. Eventhough, I wanted the other girls to come. But, blaaah. They were to busy. But, It's okay. Nothing personal. So, today, we went swimming. Supposedly, I had other visitors. Like, Cheeno and Kenji. Cheeno didn't came. Loss of money and Kenji didn't came because Cheeno didn't came. Haha. Whatever. Weird thing. We had this dance while in the pool. Haha. Kind of a syncronized swimming. Cool eh? We looked so stupid. After the ballet thing, we danced YMCA. Hahaha. Crazy as it sounds but, I loved it. After swimming, we dropped Marga by the terminal. Then, we went home. We passed through the court and since Frances owns a sari-sari store, we decided to buy some snacks there. While, buying, Daryl came. He was walking his dog. Beyonce. Haha. Cool name eh? The sister of Shakira. Whatever Da. Had a bit chitchat with him. ;) Then, went off to our house. Lasagna welcomed us. Yummy! Just 2 slices and we were oh so full. Since, we can't yet use the computer, we went out front and talked about crazy things. And we took lots of pictures. Crazy and stupid ones. Haha. Some of it was not posted at my Multiply because someone will get mad. Okay. Blaaahh. After the crazy pictorial and gossip, we ate dinner. Again. Haha. But, before that, we used the net first.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjYDbrjSvQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/85p7bQ7ysuc/s1600-h/PICT0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjYDbrjSvQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/85p7bQ7ysuc/s200/PICT0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059235005479435522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sent the pictures to the computer through bluetooth then uploaded it. So much for the internet world. Haha. Ate ate ate. Yummy food. Bea shouldn't eat that many. But, she can't take it. The food that were served was oh so delicious. Haha. I say so myself. Eventhough some of them didn't came, still the day was a blast! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you my dear Mommy Bea, Sister Kirby and Tita Marga. Mwaaah. I just love our crazy family. Hugs&amp;Kisses to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Girls, we're gonna have a date next time. Okay?&lt;/span&gt; * winkies *&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/4524138723596164296-4513576959408067755?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4513576959408067755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=4513576959408067755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4513576959408067755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4513576959408067755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/late-birthday-celebration-with-friends.html' title='Late birthday celebration with friends.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjYC4LjSvOI/AAAAAAAAADo/SbB-8jYCQpQ/s72-c/beatch.o9o6.%28125%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-2561563007114408637</id><published>2007-04-27T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:20:20.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just a birthday celebration, It's also a temporary goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjHHbrjSvKI/AAAAAAAAADI/KclTckBUqN4/s1600-h/Image%28161%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjHHbrjSvKI/AAAAAAAAADI/KclTckBUqN4/s200/Image%28161%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058043134874926242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best birthday celebration ever! Thanks to you know who! &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" /&gt; First of, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;the day didn't start well.&lt;/span&gt; Got pissed off. Everything just... blaaaah! But, when I got to their house, everything just turned heavenly. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" /&gt; He blind folded me with his favorite bandana. And guided me to his room. When he took off the blind fold, I just went... Awwwwwe. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" /&gt;  Then, I got in,  the cake was on the table. Gees! Best birthday celebration ever! Hahaha. After the surprise, we got hungry, 'cause we both didn't ate lunch. Haha. So, yeah, he ordered lasagna from Greenwich(greenwitch). &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" /&gt;  He ate, I didn't. I just didn't felt eating. The day was just so fun! &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" /&gt; Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;asking why temporary goodbye?&lt;/span&gt; Well, Uhm... Because, he thought that we just have to move on. At first, I didn't agreed. But, as I got silent while hugging him, I thought about it, and agreed on it. We can't be like this forever, right? &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjHMhLjSvLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hvXcNSMuqg4/s1600-h/Image%28120%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjHMhLjSvLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hvXcNSMuqg4/s200/Image%28120%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058048726922345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, thanks for everything. I really did enjoy the day. You said don't expect to much on the surprise? Well, I did expected something sweet. And what I imagined, happened. It really came true. Except, there was no balloons. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/sad.gif" /&gt; It was suppose to be pinkeen. But, blaaah! The kids played with it. Unknown kids. Haha. But, psssh. It's okay. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" /&gt; And yeah. He liked... Uhm... Tricked me on a drink. NOT. He mixed the choco milk and Baleys. Blaaaahh. It didn't hit me at all. It was just a 1/4 of the wine glass. Sosy eh? Wine glass? Haha. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" /&gt; But, how delicious it was. Got some crazy pictures. Check out my &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most memorable birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjIZCbjSvMI/AAAAAAAAADY/5ecr9wQKyRo/s1600-h/Image%28170%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjIZCbjSvMI/AAAAAAAAADY/5ecr9wQKyRo/s200/Image%28170%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058132861036707010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="framedesc-none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st film:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Tench! Weird noh? Ganito gift ko sayo. Pero, you've got to admit na lingaw siya noh! Kaya kita tinatanong kung marunong ka magbukas ng film, ayaw kitang pahirapan so, hila hila nalang. Hehehe. Nga pala, nagenjoy ka sa surprise? Lingaw ang candles noh? Hehehe. Sana nalingaw ka, kasi diba sabi mo, I'll make it up to you? Hayy. Bakit katiyaga ko magbigay ng ganito sayo noh? Di naman kita uyab, hayy buhay. Sa lahat ba naman ng mga ex ko noh, ikaw ang pinakamakulit! Grabe! Hayy naku! Seryoso na. Tench, 4th year ka na. Sana, tama na muna yang&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;igat-igat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;inom&lt;/i&gt;, at &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;laag&lt;/i&gt;. Seryoso na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd film:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ka na bata, palitan mo na yang pagka&lt;b&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt; mo. Kasi, di ka na ganun. Maging seryoso ka na. Hindi lahat ng bagay dinadaan sa biro, weird noh? Nagsalita ako ng ganito. Hirap na kasi eh. &lt;b&gt;Ayoko na magaya ka sakin na walang wala ang buhay&lt;/b&gt;. Though, meron ka ng mga alam mo na, " &lt;i&gt;experience&lt;/i&gt; ". Sana tama na un. Itago na natin. 15 ka na gud, maging seryoso na. &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ingat ka lagi Little Babiee Angel ko ha! Di madali ang buhay! Happy birthday Babiee Angel! Sana, naenjoy ka sa birthday mo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I texted him:&lt;/b&gt; Jo jo! I've read the letter na. Suhweet. =') Napa, awwwwwwwwe ako. ü Hayy. Regarding to the baby thing? I'll work on that dude! Mahirap mag change in a snap noh. And yeah, lessen the inom and laag. ü Igat-igat, opo. Kakayanin! Mamatz ulit. ^_^ I LOVE YOU TOO! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeee!&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/4524138723596164296-2561563007114408637?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2561563007114408637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=2561563007114408637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2561563007114408637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/2561563007114408637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-not-just-birthday-celebration-its.html' title='It&apos;s not just a birthday celebration, It&apos;s also a temporary goodbye.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/RjHHbrjSvKI/AAAAAAAAADI/KclTckBUqN4/s72-c/Image%28161%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-4444630971323368792</id><published>2007-04-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:38:02.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehey! </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri8BwbjSvJI/AAAAAAAAADA/6WKObhalX88/s1600-h/Tenchi+-+filmstrip+-+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri8BwbjSvJI/AAAAAAAAADA/6WKObhalX88/s320/Tenchi+-+filmstrip+-+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057262838101490834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! It's like... Uhm... Two more sleeps and it's my birthday! I'm so excited. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" /&gt; Though things are not okay between us as of now -- some sort of arguement. It's okay. I don't know why. Haha. And yeah! I finally knew that he planned something for me this Friday. But, uhh... I really don't know what is that plan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;( Duh?! Surprise nga Tench! )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" /&gt; I knew because, I texted him. I wanted to play in the rain. Rain?! What rain?! Oh yes! It rained. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanna go out and play with the rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wag na! Nawalan na ako ng 1 thousand dahil diyan sa birthday mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay? What's the connection of the loss of money to me, wanting to play with the rain?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/clueless.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Sinabi ko bang gagastuhan moko?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;. . . . Diyan ka lang! Wag ka na lumabas ng bahay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? I'm really banned from going out. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Aww. He lost 1 thousand 'cause of my freaking birthday. Who to blame? Nobody! But, ugh... I feel guilty. &lt;img src="http://xanga.com/Images/sad.gif" /&gt; I don't know why. Blaaah. I didn't even asked for him to plan for me a big bash. Hmf. I blame myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-4444630971323368792?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/4444630971323368792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=4444630971323368792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4444630971323368792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/4444630971323368792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/yehey.html' title='Yehey! &lt;IMG src=&quot;http://xanga.com/Images/happy.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri8BwbjSvJI/AAAAAAAAADA/6WKObhalX88/s72-c/Tenchi+-+filmstrip+-+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-1182291254607012700</id><published>2007-04-24T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:32:04.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri2-uINYKQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OC0yk3aGjjk/s1600-h/%2895%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri2-uINYKQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OC0yk3aGjjk/s320/%2895%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056907656293787906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd. I am super duper bored. So, yeah. Last night, I was teaching Emmy how to make a GIF format using Adobe Photoshop and Image Ready. I used screen shots so that she would really understand clearly. I got addicted to it, so I posted a tutorial album on &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/photos/album/101"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. I just wanna share what I know about it. If you guys wanna learn how, just go to my &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/photos/album/101"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-1182291254607012700?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1182291254607012700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=1182291254607012700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1182291254607012700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/1182291254607012700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o5_5tHoFQpY/Ri2-uINYKQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OC0yk3aGjjk/s72-c/%2895%29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524138723596164296.post-7092190670524916923</id><published>2007-04-24T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:15:11.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Joel G0 III and Alyssa Denise M. Pasilbas. Babiee + Daddee = 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Justin Joel Go III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who is he? He's the guys I met at some chatroom in tv. We became textmates. From then on, he was calling me all the time. We would stay on the phone for how many hours. We would tease each other, laugh about what we shared. For the long time that we were texting together, we decided that we would meet. So, we planned to meet at the pool near our village. For my part, I was really excited to see him. 'cause seeing him in a picture, is different. With so much excitement, i let him came in hurry. So, I was there, waiting for him with my friend. Finally, after minutes of waiting...he came! And i was suspicious why is he bringing a paper bag of bear hugs. I didn't mind it a t all. Me and my friend was bored, so we went swimming. Then, him and his friends followed. While in the pool, I was just sitting at the side, talking to him. There was a distance between us, suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I was a bit shocked about that. Yet, i didn't mind it at all. We just continued talking. After swimming, we had a drinking session. More for him, less for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matakot kasi daw siya na malasing ako&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, 1 of his friends wants us to kiss. I was having double thoughts. But, then, what was there to lose? So, I gave him a kiss. After the kiss, he said he was sorry. 'cause before everything, he said to me that he would take me nice and slow. I said it was fine, no harm done. We sepparated form the group. Then, we went to the other side. We just talked there. While we were talking, he came near me. Then, again, he wrapped his arms around me and just gave me a big hug! We were really having fun at that very moment. But, we can't stay long. My mom was looking for me and my friend needed to go home. Before we left, he gave me the bear hugs. JoChi was born. :) So, we had no choice, we went home. Dropped our things at my house. Then, went back out to drop them where the taxicabs are. He asked for a goodbye kiss, I gave him one, by the cheek. While on his way home, he said thanks for everything and he said that if possible, we would talk on the phone. I said yes. And I was waiting for him. When the phone rang, I hurrily answered the phone, and it was him! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; We talked about how fun it was and we didn't want to let go while we were hugging. He even teased me about the kiss. 'cause I was too serious, we just laughed about it. Before saying our goodbye's and nytnyts, he asked me a question. Do you know what was that? He asked me if he could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt; me. I paused for a moment, thought about it, and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. After how many weeks or so...I finally decided, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;January 14, 2006&lt;/span&gt;, me and my girlfriends were watching a movie, it was Narnia. After the movie, we planned to see each other. So, we got out from SM rode a taxi going to there house. When we got there, he first introduced me to his very loved sister. Her sister was too shy that time. We went out, talked, he made me comfortable. He asked me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will you be my girl?&lt;/span&gt;". I just looked at him, smiled and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; He was really happy that time, with a big smile on his face. From then on, we were happily together. Though we had many conflicts and problems through out the relationship, we still hangged on. Then, there came a time when something bad happened, something i didn't expected from him. And that was he would be back to his old self. Playing around with girls. I was so mad at him that time. Everything changed. But then, love is just too powerful. So, I gave him another chance. Believed in him that he would never do it again. He was really sorry about what he has done, I believed in him. His friends said that he was very, very, very lucky to have me. After, the said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inccident&lt;/span&gt;", things were back to normal. But, we had more fights. We were tired of it and planned to give up. Yet, everytime one of us wants to let go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meron talagang umaangal&lt;/span&gt;. It was our 11th monthsary, we talked about the things that we've been through. That, whatever happens, we won't let go. Days passed, we have been fighting every single day. With in those cold weeks, i knew something was really wrong. I didn't mind it. It was our 1st anniversary, we we're so happy 'cause we finally reached our goal. We reminisced. And really celebrated. After a few days, my friends opened up something to me, that someone told them that he was doing something really wrong. So, the girl who knew, told me everything. While I was texting with the girl, I asked him if it was true. He denied at that time. I had double thoughts. But, I ended up believing in him. Days after that, me and my friends went to their school. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;January 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt;. 5 days after our anniversary. I came to clear things up. When we saw him, he was really mad. So, I was suspecting that he was really hiding something. Things got worse. I was confused and didn't know who to believe. So, I decided to talk to him. There, he said it. It was true. He even admitted to me that he likes the girl. How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; of me, huh? He was doing things behind my back, while happily celebrating our anniversary? I decided that it was toooooooo much! Even though it was hard, I guess it was really time to let go. I was crying. And didn't imagine that he would do it again. With the same girl ! Friends comforted me. It's a month since we broke up. Friends keep me happy. But, when I'm alone, tears run down my cheeks. Thinking of the times we were together. Every single night, I would cry. Wishing and hoping the he is here with me always. I still love him. But, as of now, we're just friends. Hidding the pain, knowing that we love each other but, we can't be together. 'cause something is blocking our way. Who knows, maybe, someday, we'll be together again. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time will tell. Only God knows&lt;/span&gt;. I just hope that he could see how much he means to me. I know, that he knows, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i LOVE HiM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Originally posted at &lt;a href="http://lilpinkchiq0511.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late. But, what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing more to blab about.&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, I would like to share this to you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524138723596164296-7092190670524916923?l=teeenchiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/feeds/7092190670524916923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4524138723596164296&amp;postID=7092190670524916923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7092190670524916923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524138723596164296/posts/default/7092190670524916923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeenchiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/justin-joel-g0-iii-and-alyssa-denise-m.html' title='Love story gone wrong.'/><author><name>Tenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524713595457148183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ9-_qbKkGM/TiYxXSXeK5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/36f3M1c-p-8/s220/74684_454961653458_573008458_5384601_1787975_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
