<?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-6782257</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:56:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pensieve</title><subtitle type='html'>Something Wicked This Way Comes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111648356743216208</id><published>2005-05-19T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:36:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>so.. what have i been up to? not that you'd be interested but you know.. just so this blog won't rot. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, just came back from my driving lessons - my 3rd day - and according to the instructor, i'm doing okay. i just need to get used to the traffic or something to that effect. i swear, jeepney drivers can be really bastos sometimes. they pop out of nowhere and don't even bother to signal. now i understand why my mom can't help but swear. wahehehe.. tomorrow's my last day and hopefully my mum will be brave enough to let me drive our car by next week. oh yeah, watch out as i conquer the road.. mwahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind me. my mind's all messed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a butterfly tattooed on my lower back exactly a week ago. and no, it wasn't hena. it's the real thing and boy did it hurt like hell especially when the artist was doing the lining (the outline of the design). since chaperones/companions are not allowed inside the room, i had no choice but to wring my phone. good thing medyo durable siya otherwise i'd have crushed it to pieces. buti nalang din one of my friends was kind enough to humor me while the tattoo was being done. he kept on telling me (through text of course) to breathe normally and stuff like that. arrrgghhh.. i can't believe i survived the whole session but here i am, still alive to blog about it. as soon as i went out the room my mum asked me if it hurt and the artist quickly said it seemed as if i wasn't affected at all. oh, if he only saw my face while he was doing the lining.. it was all contorted and i was on the verge of screaming but i didn't want to embarrass myself. anyway, it's not that big. the butterfly's probably 3 inches tall and 2 inches wide and has different colors. right now it itches like hell, which is normal DAW since the healing process is almost coming to an end.. (ang panget ng pagka phrase nun ah.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ang kati talaga.. roar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked a while ago when i was browsing through the list of students for the UP College of Medicine Class 2010.. i couldn't find my name!!! waaaaaaaaaaaa!!! all sorts of things came to mind right away like what if i failed zoo 30 or what if i have an INC for nat sci 50 or.. oh i don't know.. they forgot my name perhaps?? silly me, i failed to notice the word LATERALS enclosed in parentheses. hihihi.. and when i checked the message again, i found a separate list for Intarmed. whew! that was close. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer's nearly coming to an end. i went through the list of instruments needed for dissection and stuff like that (what the hell is a Jaeger's chart?!) and it just dawned on me that THIS IS IT. i'm going to be in med proper. there's no turning back. my goolai.. the things i get myself into. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111648356743216208?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111648356743216208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111648356743216208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111648356743216208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111648356743216208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/05/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111579004075135837</id><published>2005-05-11T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:40:40.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder at 169</title><content type='html'>oblivious of its presence, i went straight to the bathroom, wanting to brush my teeth and take a shower. as i brushed away, i looked around a bit and noticed a trail of blood. i followed it, not daring to imagine what i would find in the end. the closer i got to the source, the louder my heart pounded. alas...! there it lay in a pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dead mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i approached it, thinking it was dead... but it suddenly moved. i stood transfixed to the spot. its breathing was laboured until finally, it stopped breathing altogether. i backed away,  hurriedly finished brushing my teeth and went to the other bathroom to take a shower. only one thought filled my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who killed the mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, i do know that this entry is utterly pointless. i just wanted to post something for the sake of posting. and yeah, this really happened.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111579004075135837?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111579004075135837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111579004075135837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111579004075135837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111579004075135837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/05/murder-at-169.html' title='Murder at 169'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111535063309608776</id><published>2005-05-06T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:42:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraught</title><content type='html'>one of my crushes in high school already has a girlfriend.. waaaaaaaaaaaa!!! not that i expected anything but you know.. wala lang. ganun lang talaga yung feeling.. crappy. but oh well, since he's happy, i'm happy na rin (naks! nag feeling martir.. haha). but yeah, i mean the girl's really mabait naman so whatever. it's okay. i'll get over them. mwahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been able to blog lately because there's just nothing to blog about. i've become a bummer. nyahaha! kidding. but really, i've been stuck at home reading all my Nancy Drew books once again. it's fun but sometimes it gets too predictable. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i started my bass guitar lessons last monday. i'm supposed to have another one in about 30 minutes but i've neither eaten lunch nor have i changed. ang saya! but tito (my instructor.. FC ko noh? hehe) said it's okay naman if i'm late since he's not that tied up naman. masakit sa fingers but oh, what fun! i've been practicing everyday. iba talaga ang feeling. ang saya!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we attended a family reunion (dad's side) and my goolai, was it something. we arrived in the middle of the program where people took turns on the microphone, giving tributes to their respective parents or grandparents (basta yung "first generation"). medyo mahaba-haba din yun since originally, 11 silang magkapatid. ngayon, 5 nalang. anyhoo, there was this one person (let's call him speaker no.1 because i don't know his name.. basta hindi namin immediate family member) who went up front and started talking about the usual stuff.. unity, upholding traditions, blah, blah.. then his speech took a sudden turn. he started talking about equality of siblings and stuff like that. he kept on saying that if ever he had done anything wrong, he was sorry and that he had no choice but to say it at that time since his siblings would not listen to him. yun pala, there's this dispute over a piece of land that their mother (who recently died) left. something about unequal distribution or something like that. as he was about to wrap up his speech, one of his siblings (i assumed) went up front and started rebutting him. then, without warning, the screaming and cursing started. grabe.. some people had to restrain them because they were going after speaker no. 1. good thing he left right away, otherwise i'm sure they'd have beaten the crap out of him. grabe noh? it's so ironic. he started out talking about unity and all that crap, and then ended it with the total opposite. i've never been fond of family reunions, and this is one reason why. hehe. but despite that, i don't want our relatives, no matter how distant, to hold grudges or fight over something that could very well be settled the peaceful way. and to think they're adults! haaay ewan ko ba.. buhay nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be it for now. gotta get moving for my bass guitar lessons. weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111535063309608776?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111535063309608776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111535063309608776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111535063309608776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111535063309608776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/05/distraught.html' title='Distraught'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111494259283227656</id><published>2005-05-01T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:16:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Wakas</title><content type='html'>o diba parang album ng Sugarfree? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tinutukoy ko po ay ang debut ko. lahat ng pagod, stress, inis at kaba ay tapos na... wala na. and you know what? it wasn't that bad after all. in fact, i had fun being with my high school classmates again. it has been a while since i've seen most of them. super thankful ako na medyo marami din sa kanila ang nakapunta. i'll try to post some pics as soon as i figure out how to transfer them to my laptop. still have to learn a lot of things. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS LOTS TO EVERYONE WHO REMEMBERED! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND SUPER DUPER WOOPER THANKS TO THOSE WHO WERE ABLE TO MAKE IT LAST FRIDAY. LOVE YOU ALL! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111494259283227656?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111494259283227656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111494259283227656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111494259283227656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111494259283227656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/05/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa Wakas'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111469599196502035</id><published>2005-04-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:57:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday's Eve</title><content type='html'>i couldn't think of any other title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week pumunta dito sila ge, maan, tinton, abe at gideon for a 4-day vacay. i'm too tamad to blog about it so read &lt;a href="http://paintmyworldpink.blogspot.com"&gt;Maan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://stratus03.blogspot.com"&gt;Ge's&lt;/a&gt; blogs nalang. hehe. like i told ge, at least now i can say i had fun during my summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay.. bukas na debut ko. i'm neither excited nor am i nervous. i dunno, i just don't give a monkey's fart if it will be a success or not because i never wanted to have a debut in the first place. but, because i'm the eldest grandchild and grand daughter (mother's side), i couldn't refuse my lola. since i didn't want to plan it, and neither did my mom, we decided to enlist the services of a debut planner. despite that fact, we're all still under so much stress (financial being the most stressful and disturbing of all). i swear, sobrang mahal talaga! even if we pay them so we don't have to worry about the physical arrangements and stuff like that, nakakapanghinayang pa rin ang pera.. roar!!! and to think we could be somewhere in Europe right now having the time of our lives instead of having to sit through a program that i don't even want in the first place. haaay naku.. i know i ought to be more grateful but i can't help it eh.. oh well. we'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111469599196502035?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111469599196502035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111469599196502035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111469599196502035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111469599196502035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-birthdays-eve.html' title='My Birthday&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111365880880701048</id><published>2005-04-16T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:40:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>- went to my first ever punk show last night at the Punchbowl (which my cousin owns) courtesy of my bestfriend paola (who is NOT a poser). not the type of music i would normally listen to - unless i just came from a horrendous chem exam. yeah, totally fitting (i did like &lt;em&gt;99 red balloons&lt;/em&gt; by Goldfinger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- witnessed my first ever mosh pit. i had fun watching the people beat each other up (un)intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was amused and shocked most of the time because the vocalists of all the bands were dancing like crazy. i also kept on worrying that they would step on the wire and bump their heads on the drums, cracking them open in the process. *the horror* but seriously, i was a bit concerned that they would hurt themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was particularly amazed by this bassist from Iligan (i think). my goolai was he good! his fingers were unbelievably fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- saw lotsa people last night, including my supposedly ex-crush who, i realized just last night, is not an ex-crush. haaayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bought my bass guitar this morning. Yamaha (black). it's soooo pretty! i'm gonna start my lessons next week or the week after next, depending on which is more convenient. i'm excited but nervous as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i love my parents. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111365880880701048?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111365880880701048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111365880880701048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111365880880701048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111365880880701048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111347920010501121</id><published>2005-04-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:54:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining Weight and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>yep, i am. i eat every two hours even if i'm just watching t.v. (i've been reduced to watching Hiram, Spirits, Memories of Bali and Stained Glass... so sad) or imesh-ing myself to death. i've asked a couple of people if tumaba ba ako and they all answered yes. haaaay... i can hear the gym calling to me. it's time to get myself enrolled and start sweating my ass off otherwise i'm gonna say hello to my elem body soon. wouldn't want that to happen. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was on the verge of tears kanina when i saw my tita's doggie limping. he got run over by a jeepney a couple of weeks ago and his right hind leg's all broken. waaaaaaaaaa!!! =,( i swear, he looked so pitiful when he was trying to poo this afternoon. i love dogs and if i see one that's hurt (even just a little bit), the glands that produce my tears go into overdrive. haaay... and to think i wanted to be a vet. i don't think i'd be able to last through a whole day healing hurt and sick animals. i'd spend half the time crying. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... matutuloy na talaga ang pag migrate ng mga pinsan ko sa Canada this june. i'm super depressed na even if it's still 2 months away. i mean, they're the closest thing i have to brothers and they're moving! crap. i'm going to miss them terribly. on the bright side, we have an excuse to go to Canada. still... i don't want them to leave. but i guess if moving there means they'll be able to live a better, more comfortable life then who am i to stop them, diba? but yeah, i'm just really gonna miss them. kasi when i'm with them feeling ko "ate" ako. may mga kapatid ako. i really envy those who have siblings because kahit papano, mas responsible sila. sanay sila na may kasama palagi at marunong sila magparaya. they're more selfless and mature because they look out for each other all the time (even though some don't wanna admit it). basta. iba talaga pag may kapatid. haaaaaaaaaayy... wish i had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, my mom's good friend (who owns an internet cafe just beside our house) provided me with free internet access for the whole summer. DSL pa. yeyyy!!! i've been downloading songs like crazy these past few days since i accidentally (and stupidly) erased all the 258 songs in my iPod. *grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis ako sa sarili ko because when good things happen, yes i feel happy, but not without a twinge of guilt. it's like i think to myself "i don't deserve this" or "something bad might happen after this". i mean, why can't i just be thankful?! why can't i just be happy for all the blessings and not think of them as a prelude to some tragic event?? it really sucks, but it's in my system. i try to get it out but there are times when i just can't help myself. i know there's nothing wrong with expecting the worst, but doing so all the time? it's not a nice feeling. raaawwwrrrr!!! i swear i have to learn to be more grateful and not keep worrying or else i'll be seeing lines on my face pretty soon. haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;a href="http://www.unkymoods.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unkymoods.com/moodimgsrv.php?mID=67316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111347920010501121?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111347920010501121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111347920010501121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111347920010501121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111347920010501121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/gaining-weight-and-other-stuff.html' title='Gaining Weight and Other Stuff'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111314115708573976</id><published>2005-04-10T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:52:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Attempt at Patriotism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;over lunch, my dad told me that his good friend is convincing him to work in the U.S. as what? i asked. he shrugged and said any kind of job. i asked him if it was necessary, he said no. we're able to eat three times a day and live quite comfortably, why go abroad? exactly. and mind you, this friend of his is no beggar either. in fact, he makes 80 million pesos (net) per month! what the..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but wait, that's not the point of this whole thing. my dad asked me if i ever thought of working abroad (assuming that i do survive med proper). i said it crossed my mind once or twice but i never really gave it much thought. i always imagined myself returning to cagayan de oro and practicing there. i've considered working here in manila but given the highly competitive scene, i doubt i'd be able to survive (financially and emotionally) so i scrapped that. call me selfish if you will but part of the reason why as of know i'd like to go back to cagayan is because of the money. i think i'd be able to make more money there because there is relatively less competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then there's the fact that a lot of people in the provinces are in dire need of a (true) physician. it cannot be denied that a lot of Filipinos do not have easy access to health services. the idea of staying in the Philippines and serving the underserved and all that crap in the UPCM mission-vision might sound romantic but i believe it is the right thing to do. idealistic as it might seem, there's more to life than the wads of paper we get every 15th or 30th day of the month. there are such things as fulfillment, contentment and what-have-yous (gawd, i'm terrible at this). seriously though, money isn't everything and the reason why it's a cliche is because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i could, however, specialize in other countries. it would be cool to be able to study in Europe or in the U.S. because technology-wise, they would be able to offer the best training. and besides, it's an excuse to experience a totally different culture and escape the miseries of living in a developing country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the mere thought of remaining in this God-forsaken country sends chills up and down my spine because i know i will (hopefully) be helping a lot of people while at the same time i will also be depriving myself of a luxurious life (yes, yes, i'm selfish). but you know what? God-forsaken as this country may be, i still love it. and though i'm scared as hell, i'm willing to take the blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but first, i have to pass med school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111314115708573976?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111314115708573976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111314115708573976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111314115708573976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111314115708573976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-poor-attempt-at-patriotism.html' title='My Poor Attempt at Patriotism'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111302907661022974</id><published>2005-04-09T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:59:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchie and Bamboo at OIC</title><content type='html'>so yeah, last night sheena, her cousin, paola, vanni and i went to OIC (only in cagayan) to watch Kitchie Nadal's mini concert. it was supposed to start at 9 and we arrived at around 8:30. all the good tables were taken but the waiter told us that they could get a table from the restaurant (sa parking lot kasi yung show) and make singit kung saan pwede. ang resulta? dun kami sa pinaka front kung saan kailangan mong tumingala para makita ang mga tao. oh yeah. but oh my goolai was it worth all the stiff neck because kitchie was like, 10 feet away from me! she's soooooooooo pretty! grabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoo, in the middle of the show biglang may dumaan na people and pag tingin ko.. oh my gaaaddd!! it was bamboo!!!!!!!!!!!!! they came from this other show hosted by another radio station and went to OIC to have dinner (i think). after Kitchie's performance, the emcee told us that he had a suprise for us.. Bamboo and company wanted to perform! OMG!!! we were all screaming like crazy because they weren't supposed to be a part of the show. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! and i just have to say this or else i'm gonna burst... &lt;strong&gt;IRA CRUZ IS THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me if i'm blabbering incoherently. i'm still not over last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, my mom, paola, vanni and i went to this Park Cafe (?) which is situated in the middle of the city - literally. masarap tumambay dun kasi mahangin... the food's okay. not that good but i guess pwede na. may dunkin donuts naman sa tapat eh if ever 'di na talaga kaya. hehe.. we stayed there until around 3 a.m. then hinatid namin si paola and vanni. yep, i definitely had a good time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... that will be it for now otherwise baka sumakit ang ulo niyo sa mga exclamation marks ko. hehehe... ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;a href="http://www.unkymoods.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unkymoods.com/moodimgsrv.php?mID=67316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111302907661022974?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111302907661022974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111302907661022974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111302907661022974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111302907661022974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/kitchie-and-bamboo-at-oic.html' title='Kitchie and Bamboo at OIC'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111286543634356639</id><published>2005-04-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:17:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overhaul</title><content type='html'>as you may have noticed, my bloggy blog blog looks kinda different. well ok, LOTSA different. i've been wanting to change my blog's look for quite some time now.. and i wanted something white/light because my blogs have been on the darker side of things ever since i started. hehe. so yup, i'd like to present to you my new lighter, more girlish blog. yahoo!!! and yes, it's not pink. or purple. its O-RANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for cagayan tomorrow. haaaay.. the reason why i've been putting off going home is because 1.) i've got nothing to do 2.) sheena and paola have summer classes 3.) i have to face my debut (ick) and 4.) do you know how incredibly HOT it is in cagayan during the summer???! yes, HOT not WARM. there is a difference and sadly, we experience the former in cagayan. so ge and gid, brace yourself for 4 scorching days in the City of Golden Friendship. and please, please, please don't expect  much. i swear it's such a small city, and we have to fend for ourselves since my mum's quite busy with her business thingies. the motorelas will be our bestfriends. oh yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried weighing the bag i'm checking-in tomorrow and my goolai, it already weighs 25 kilos! waaaaaaaa!!! that's an excess of 5 kilos, and i'm not even done packing yet! but the only things left are 2 slippers, toiletries and prolly 2 blouses. i'm sure that won't reach 30 kilos yet.. would it? i mean, i have to pay 38 pesos per 1 kg. excess. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheena, paola and  are going out tomorrow night.. yeye! then next week, we're going to the beach with sir roland. waaaaaaaaaaa! excited na akowwww.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathy, i'm so jealous of you right now. :P hehehehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111286543634356639?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111286543634356639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111286543634356639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111286543634356639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111286543634356639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/overhaul.html' title='Overhaul'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111262091418546627</id><published>2005-04-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:21:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>a conversation i had with my dad yesterday. (we were somewhere in the Orosa Atrium dito sa rob and nag se-set-up na yung people for the MYMP mall tour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: sino yang MYMP?&lt;br /&gt;ako: taga-Cebu yan sila...&lt;br /&gt;dad: yung kumanta nung Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;ako: Dice &amp; K9 yun.&lt;br /&gt;dad: ah.. ("A Little Bit" playing in the background) okay yang kantang yan ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad never ceases to amaze (and amuse) me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 5 a.m. na kanina for the simple reason that i just couldn't sleep yet. watched "Center Stage" at around 3 a.m. and again, i wish i never quit ballet. haaaay... woke up at around 12 noon, had lunch then went to PAL to have my flight re-booked to friday. made ikot for a while sa mall then watched "Pacifier" by myself. hahaha! i super liked the movie! crush ko si vin diesel.. nyahahahaha!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may Pope John Paull II rest in peace. Lord knows how fond i am (was) of him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111262091418546627?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111262091418546627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111262091418546627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111262091418546627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111262091418546627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111243158986029479</id><published>2005-04-02T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:05:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><content type='html'>Eto nanaman ako... Ewan ko ba. Epekto lang siguro to ng boredom - kung anu-ano nalang pumapasok sa isip ko. Eto na nga ba yung hindi ko gusto kapag bakasyon... I tend to think too much since there's nothing else to do. Kanina kasi, I watched &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Fever&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt; again. Opo, ilang beses ko nang napanood yang dalawang films na yan but I don't think I'll ever get tired of them. So yun, nag surface nanaman ang aking pagiging hopeless romantic... And you know how frustrating that can get especially if you're single?! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wish I could blow someone's mind away the way Stephanie did when Tony first saw her in Saturday Night Fever. You know, yung tipong talagang matutulala yung guy when he sees you doing what you love to do (in Stephanie’s case, dancing). Para bang the girl sweeps off the guy's feet, and not the other way around. I bet that would feel really, uhm, satisfying. I know, sounds really sad but please humor me. I really need to let this out right now otherwise I'm going to watch the two vcds again tomorrow. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Danny and Sandy. I think this is a classic case of "opposites attract". I mean, Sandy's this naive, virginal, totally innocent girl (yeah, redundant but she really is) while Danny's like the cool, macho dude (who can really dance, by the way. My goolai is he HOT!) who's sought after by practically every girl on campus. I've always wanted to experience something like that - you know, totally different worlds kami ng guy. Parang ang exciting kasi eh, you learn something new about him each day. Never a dull moment, lalo na pag nagaaway... Hahaha. Pero sabi nga nila eh diba pag masarap kaaway ang significant other mo, compatible kayo? But let's not get into that. So anyhoo, yun nga. Kaya nga ba I have this certain attraction to bad boys (or at least mukhang bad boys). Not that I'm an angel (HELL NO!) but... Basta! You get the picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano naman kasi, there's nothing to do dito sa unit. All day long I’m in front of the television set... Andami ko na ngang napanood eh. Like kanina, sa Star Movies yun... It was this film about marching bands in Atlanta. It was soooooooo cool! Astig yung drums! I don't know the title, but andun si Nick Canon and Zoe (the girl in Center Stage). After that, Reality Bites naman (Winona Ryder, Ethan Hawke). Haaaay grabe ang sexual tension between the two! Hahaha! But I enjoyed the film. If you've seen it, I'm telling you, I would also have a hard time not falling for my genius, philosophical, sexy, lazy-ass best friend (of the opposite sex, kung meron man ako nun... hehehe). Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! I don't wanna start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, yun na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiba naman tayo. Can you imagine Mac Cardona sporting a blue jersey?! Well you better because he's playing for Harbour Centre alongside LA Tenorio, Paolo Bugia and other ADMU players. Hahahaha! Blue doesn't really suite him but oh well... I wonder anong nakain ng mga 'to at pinaghalo ang DLSU at ADMU... :D Pero it's okay, they're fun to watch. It's nice to see rivals play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush ko si Mark Abadia. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111243158986029479?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111243158986029479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111243158986029479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111243158986029479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111243158986029479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111225329141757051</id><published>2005-03-31T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:23:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Philippines: Bohol Edition</title><content type='html'>i've been asked many times which is better, bohol or boracay? i always readily answer bohol. ewan ko lang ha, but i have this certain bias toward bohol. maybe it's because that's the hometown of my favorite cousins or whatever. i just really like it better there. i mean sure, even though the sand is not as fine as boracay's, i'm not really into the whole night life thing. besides, i think bora's too commercialized. that doesn't mean i won't go there anymore. aba, okay din naman dun noh! i'm just saying that i like bohol better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if there's one word to describe our trip to bohol, it would be BITIN. we were there for only 3 days since we arrived there wednesday night and we weren't able to go sight seeing anymore. we went straight to my uncle's place (my mum's brother-in-law) at Baclayon, which also happens to be the hometown of my ultimate crush, Cesar Montano. my goolai. so yeah, we stayed at their place, along with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. first, we went to Alona. it's this place with lots of resorts, usually for divers. the reason why it's called Alona is because there's this cave there where the late FPJ and his leading lady Alona Allegre shot a movie (i dunno the title). they named the cave and the stretch of white sand beach Alona. haaay grabe... ang ganda dun! there was this resort where you could rent a cottage good for 4 for 1800 pesos a night! okay na kaya yun. i mean, i think pwede 6 people dun... divide mo ang 1800 by 6 you get 300. ayos na yun!!! hehehe... we just walked along the shore for a while then we went to Dumaluan beach (i'm not sure if that's the right name... basta sounds like. hehe). there are cottages there that you could rent for 200 pesos, at may place where you could grill/cook your food. we stayed there until mga 3 in the afternoon then left for the Hidden Coral resort. oh my goolai. i loved that place! it's on top of a cliff (?) overlooking the ocean. there are steps that lead to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Hiddencoral2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic of dumaluan beach. the kid hanging on the left side of the pic is my cousin, Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Gray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this here is Alona stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Alonastretch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. my uncle's brother has this place just near their house. it used to be swampy but he sort of developed it into a small resort. masarap tumambay dun kasi tahimik at ang sarap ng hangin! pero siyempre, a lot of work still needs to be done. in fairness, may videoke siya dun. hehehe... after lunch, my uncle's other brother offered to take us to the tarsiers since i wasn't able to join them last wednesday. they were adorable!!!!!!! waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! i couldn't stop petting them even though bawal. mwahahahaha!!! so anyhoo, the place where they were kept was by the Loboc River, so after i took pictures of 'em tarsiers, we rented a bangka and took a cruise. eto yung river sa Panaghoy sa Suba. haaaay grabe. i don't even wanna start swooning. basta, it was sooooooooooooo romantic. haaaaay... :D here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle's brother's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Tourism.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please tell me what this tarsier is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Praying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics of loboc river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Loboc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 6 in the evening we left again to go to church. super layo kami naka park kasi may procession. nakakatawa kasi sumingit pa kami sa procession na yun... at dun ko lang nalaman na wala palang mass pag Good Friday. hihihi. evil. so yun... dun kami sa Baclayon Church, established 1595. grabe. so old na... one thing i noticed nga pala about the Boholanos are that they are devout Catholics. nakakakonsensiya tuloy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. have you ever tried chasing dolphins in the wee hours of the morning? well that's what we did! onboard Kevin, the trusty pump boat we managed to rent, we sped along the ocean (i don't know the name) chasing dolphins at 5:45 in the morning. we saw lots of 'em but personally, i think they were the same group of dolphins just playing with us. i swear, i really think they smart creatures capable of making us humans, even the most sensible ones, look like a bunch of fools everytime they show their dorsal fins. hahahahaha!!! ewan ko ba. pero pramis, natuwa ako kahit one fourth lang ng katawan nila ang nakita ko. siyempre the kids had lots of fun, squealing everytime they'd see anything that resembled a dolphin's fin (well actually kami lahat nag squeal, pati ata lola ko). after around an hour of chasing them, we went to Balicasag island. ang ganda din dun! i dunno how to describe it so eto nalang, pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balicasag island pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(siyempre naman dapat kasama din ako, diba? hehehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last place we went to really, really broke my heart. Panglao Island Nature Resort. oh my god. it is officially the best resort i've been to. the beach is absolutely beautiful, and the whole place (as in location, bungalows, swimming pools - everything!) is breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's a shot of a small island about a hundred meters from the shore of PINR... sa kanila pa rin yun. the guy on the left is my cousin, Bluey, and the one on the right is my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me... thinking about the meaning of life. hahahaha! joke lang noh. as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/bohol/Image211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy... grabe. yun talaga yung reason bakit bitin yung stay namin. there's an entrance fee of 300 pesos. consumable siya... the food's not that exceptional, though, but the whole place makes up for it. grabe talaga. ang ganda talaga dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, if ever you're looking for a place to go to this summer with your family or friends, i HIGHLY recommend the beautiful island of BOHOL. i swear, it's worth your time and money. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111225329141757051?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111225329141757051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111225329141757051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111225329141757051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111225329141757051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-philippines-bohol-edition.html' title='Wow Philippines: Bohol Edition'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111150323848558099</id><published>2005-03-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:53:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Tarsiers!</title><content type='html'>i was watching wowowee earlier this afternoon and there was this one celebrity who danced while her mouth kept on opening and closing. tuloy, she looked like a fish. no, she wasn't singing along nor was she counting. she just kept on opening and closing her mouth. what the hell was she trying to do? RAM ventilation? or maybe her lower jaw just couldn't help but go down? weird, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bilib din ako sa mga artistang 'to. i always had this notion that they all led glamorous lives. all they had to do was look pretty or handsome (with 10 pounds of foundation and lotsa make-up) and do their thing. our visit to abs-cbn made me realize that being a celebrity is not what it's all cut out to be. you have to be on your toes ALL the time - hindi pwedeng magpaka prinsesa o prinsipe dahil ikaw din ang kawawa. there are some who are able to get away with being pampered but they're not exactly loved by everyone, are they? there's so much to do all at once, and you barely have enough time to rest before your next show is on. and the intrigues! my God, they're thrown at you from all directions especially if you're super famous, i.e. you bring much money to a certain network. ewan ko ba, bilib din ako sa mga taong nag endure sa industry na yan. i admit, i sometimes envy the fame and glamour that showbiz brings, but i don't think i'd want to live a life that deprives me of those moments that are meant to be mine and mine alone. pero my goolai, i soooooooooooooooooooo envy the people who get to work with Anime!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! yeah, yeah, i know they're just kids but oh my goolai are they EXTREMELY GOOD LOOKING kids, especially rojun! sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to wake up early tomorrow because we're leaving for bohol but haaaay... i can't sleep yet. i'm so excited!!! i can't wait to see 'em tarsiers. our plane leaves at 7:30 in the morning for cebu, then we take the Supercat to bohol at 4:30 in the afternoon. sayang nga eh we couldn't take a direct flight since all flights from manila to tagbilaran are already fully booked. my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins (mum's side) will be there morning pa lang tapos they're going straight to chocolate hills. waaaaaaaa!!! i wanna go too but hapon pa kami dadating dun. roar!!! it's okay. as long as i see the tarsiers, i'm happy. :D pero promise, excited na talaga ako. i haven't been there in ages! however, that means i have to try to squeeze in biochem in between our sight seeings. how sad is that?! but that's still better than nothing. mwahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy for my dad. he's been wanting to go to the U.S. for such a long time but he couldn't find the time or the resources to do so. when we went there kasi, me and my mum lang coz he had to work. tamang-tama may conference sila sa Australia and New York so ayun... nag extend siya for how many days para makapag pasyal pa. days before he left he couldn't stop talking about his trip! haha. sobrang daldal talaga ng dad ko nun. he called na twice and i couldn't help but notice na sobrang saya niya talaga. i really am so happy for him, and i'm glad na finally, nakapunta na rin siya dun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, i wonder what i'm going to do over the break. actually i wanna take bass guitar lessons... sana meron sa cagayan. sobrang gusto ko talaga ang bass... ewan ko ba bakit. i just find it so sexy and appealing and... i swear i can hear it calling out to me. my soulmate (naks!). i just really wish this won't become a frustration. my dad agreed to buy me a bass guitar as soon as he returns from the US (yey!!!). the cheapest one here in Rob costs around 13,000 but i'm sure i'll be able to find a cheaper one in cagayan. my mom's not too keen about it since you have to be part of a band to play the bass guitar, but for me naman, i don't want to pursue something i'm not wholeheartedly interested in. i'd be wasting not only my time but the instructor's time as well. i was intially planning to take violin lessons pero iba talaga ang dating ng bass guitar sa akin eh. oh well, good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several more stuff:&lt;br /&gt;- i love ebe's voice. there's something so comforting about it.&lt;br /&gt;- sheng and i watched Miss Congeniality 2 earlier today. i enjoyed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;- crush ko si will smith. waaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;- pero rojun pa rin forever! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaay... i think we all really need a break. this has been the MOST STRESSFUL sem ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed Holy Week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111150323848558099?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111150323848558099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111150323848558099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111150323848558099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111150323848558099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-tarsiers.html' title='Hello, Tarsiers!'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111073151179799775</id><published>2005-03-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:35:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck (Kapamilya)</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to blog about today's Gospel but unfortunately, i'm not in the mood anymore. all i can say about it at the moment is this: do not be afraid of death. sorry, God. promise, i'll try to write about it as soon as we're not that toxic anymore. pano naman kasi, as soon as i faced our PC, i was reminded of our STS paper and everything else in between. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i saw today (sunday, march 13/05):&lt;br /&gt;- Stardance contestants (jhoey, dj, dang)&lt;br /&gt;- john prats (mas matangkad ako sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;- alwyn u.&lt;br /&gt;- piolo pascual (pare, kahit bading ka, panalo ka sa akin. ang gwapo mooooooo!!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;- anime (ang cute nila... pramis!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- mark bautista (okay ka pala, kababayan!)&lt;br /&gt;- christian bautista (haaaaaaaaayyyy..)&lt;br /&gt;- sarah geronimo (maputi siya in person)&lt;br /&gt;- rachelle anne go (she's prettier in person)&lt;br /&gt;- gary v. (bow talaga ako sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;- zsa zsa padilla (loved her top!)&lt;br /&gt;- kuh ledesma (happy birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;- the hunks (ewan ko sa inyo! :P)&lt;br /&gt;- sweet (ang kulit!)&lt;br /&gt;- aubrey miles (so pretty.. sigh)&lt;br /&gt;- rica peralejo&lt;br /&gt;- tony gonzaga&lt;br /&gt;- kitchie nadal (ang payat niya pala!)&lt;br /&gt;- paolo paraiso&lt;br /&gt;- raphael something (yung naging pusa sa marina)&lt;br /&gt;- troy montero&lt;br /&gt;- and so many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astig ang bagong station i.d. ng abs-cbn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will elaborate on everything i just typed once my mind has cleared up. oh, and i had my picture taken with ebe last friday. yeye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;saw mac cardona nga pala last saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111073151179799775?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111073151179799775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111073151179799775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111073151179799775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111073151179799775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/03/starstruck-kapamilya.html' title='Starstruck (Kapamilya)'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-111020962300906643</id><published>2005-03-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:29:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;siguro nga there are some things that are just not meant to be. kaya lang, when do you know when to stop hoping and when to start moving on? sometimes kasi you just can't help but keep on holding on to that something even though you know you're bound to lose your grip. and no matter how many times you tell yourself to move on, you just can't because you don't want to let go of that feeling - that feeling of feeling so strongly for someone despite the fact that nothing can ever transpire between you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bittersweet. yes, that's the word for this whole thing. you get your share of kilig moments yet you know hanggang dun lang yun. not that it's a bad thing, but the fact that you like this person so much makes you wish for something more, something which you know (at least you THINK you know) can never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then why not give up? well, it's neither unrequited love nor is it a mutual thing - you just don't know where you stand. you don't know whether to tell him about how you feel or just wait for him to finally realize that you love him. i think that's even more frustrating than unrequited love. at least with the latter, you know where you stand... you're one hundred and ten percent sure there's not a chance in this world that anything's ever gonna happen between you two. and i believe knowledge of that fact makes it easier for one to move on... or at least try to. but not knowing where you stand? that's a different story, especially if you're the girl. you can't just go about telling the guy you like that yes, you like him. what do you do? nothing. you just sit (prettily) and wait for him. you have to endure seeing him with other girls because after all, he's not yours. you have to put up with his ka-kulitan and use all your willpower to stop yourself from blurting out what you feel for him. so, so frustrating, especially when you have that feeling that the possibility of being with him, no matter how remote, is not entirely impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but yeah, life's like that. tough luck for us girls (in that aspect only). sometimes you end up cursing him for being so sweet and so kind to you. it makes you keep on hoping that something just might happen even though you have been reminded many times that at the moment, it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet still, you hold on. you still keep on hoping to God that the stupid guy you love will finally, finally realize that somene loves him, has been loving him and will always love him (read: YOU). but then you can't force him to love you if he doesn't want to, right? still, your stubborn little self refuses to budge. but then you start thinking... holding on means passing up the chance of being happy with someone else. you can't watch your whole life pass you by for one person who just couldn't get the fact that YOU LOVE HIM. you just have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at times like these, a gallon of arce dairy strawberry ice cream comes in handy and then somehow, life's not so bad after all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-111020962300906643?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/111020962300906643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=111020962300906643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111020962300906643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/111020962300906643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/03/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110976203397319763</id><published>2005-03-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:18:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakenrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;kung ang official theme song ko ay &lt;em&gt;Burnout&lt;/em&gt;, ang official favorite song ko ay &lt;em&gt;Prom&lt;/em&gt;. yes, isa na po akong full-fledged Sugarfree fan. and i had the privilege of watching them perform live last night! nag sponsor kasi ang Tao Omega Mu ng isang concert entitled Full Volume. 20 pesos lang ang ticket! saya. grabe, it was the first time i've experienced watching a band that i really like play live! hands down talaga ako kay ebe, the vocalist of Sugarfree. kahit na may sakit siya, kumanta pa rin siya for us. at hindi halata na may sakit siya ha.. ebeng-ebe pa rin ang boses. waaaaaa!!! ang saya talaga. ang galing niyang mag-entertain ng crowd chaka napaka accommodating niya sa fans niya. biro mo, kahit sobrang nahihirapan na siya sa stage at nag se-set-up na ang susunod na band, he still signed the CDs of those who were fortunate enough to be in front. huhuhu... pero ayos lang, babalik naman sila dito sa Rob sa march 11. kahit malayo lang ako while they're performing ayos lang, basta ba after the show i'll have my CD signed and my picture taken with ebeeeeeeeeeehhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gustong-gusto ko lahat ng songs ng Sugarfree dahil napaka laid-back ng mga ito. para bang kung ano yung iniisip nila at that time, yun na, kinakanta na nila. not much effort on their part, sobrang natural ng dating. the words are simple but they hit you right on the spot (pucha nakakalimutan ko na ang idioms ko). basta. ang galing talaga ng Sugarfree! here's Mariposa, one of my favorites (ultimate pa rin ang Prom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam mo bang kanina pa ako magdamag nang nakatingin sa 'yo at&lt;br /&gt;'Di mo lang alam, sa gitna ng kadilimang 'di mapakali, ako'y nabighani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Di mo lang alam, inaasam&lt;br /&gt;Ang panahong makapiling ka sa una't huling pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahil dito sa mariposa ay mahirap ang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Dahil dito sa mariposa ako lang yata ang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagsisising matatapos ang gabing alam naman nating meron nang taning&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisising gigising sa katotohanan 'di ka naman talaga akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyhoo, last night,nag play din ang Sandwich, Hale, Urbandub, Stonefree at iba pang local bands. napakahusay talaga. gusto ko yung kantang Broken Sonette ng Hale. okay din pala sila. Stonefree din at Sandwich.. nag enjoy talaga ako sa performances nila. astig talaga yung nag pe-play ng bass guitar ng Sandwich... babae siya, si Myrene. astig talaga! idol ko siya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;napakarami pala talagang magagaling na Pinoy bands. natutuwa talaga ako kasi okay talaga sila, and i was so happy to have been able to watch Full Volume last night dahil nakita kong kahit sa gitna ng krisis at kung anu-ano, napakahusay pa rin nating mga Pinoy (naks! walang konek pero basta yun na yun ). pero pramis, ang galing talaga nila. tangkilikin ang sariling atin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. nga pala, may bago kaming slogan ni tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abe we love, Ebe we worship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110976203397319763?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110976203397319763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110976203397319763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110976203397319763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110976203397319763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/03/rakenrol.html' title='Rakenrol'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110950729673291619</id><published>2005-02-27T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:54:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>natuwa ako sa survey na ito. got this from &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~cookiesandcream"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt; of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.masasabi mo bang kumpleto na ang buhay mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;[*] kahit papano.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bkt?&lt;br /&gt;[*] wonderful family and superb friends.. what more could i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. masarap bang magmahal? bkt?&lt;br /&gt;[*] but of course. i think a life without love is not worth living at all... nabuhay ka pa eh wala ka rin naman palang balak i-share ang iyong love at life sa iba. at ayon sa Shall We Dance, you need a witness to your life, just like you need to witness another's life. tama ba yun? basta, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. nasaktan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;[*] of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kung oo, ilang beses na at ano ang natutunan mo dito?&lt;br /&gt;[*] haha.. araw-araw nasasakatan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. may nasaktan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;[*] oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. anong ginagawa mo kapag nasasaktan ka?&lt;br /&gt;[*] if i can still bear the pain, i just keep quiet. sometimes i write... but if it's too much, i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. pano ka magselos?&lt;br /&gt;[*] uhm.. i just keep quiet. i won't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. pano kung pinagseselos ka ng mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;[*] aba, away na 'to. haha. bahala siya sa buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. kung mas inuuna pa niya barkada niya?&lt;br /&gt;[*] ewan ko. i used to get really mad but then i learned sarili ko lang pinapagod ko. and no matter how mad i am, andun pa rin siya sa kanila. kaya ewan.. i'll just leave him alone hanggang sa makaya ko? but it's not like i have to worry about that right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Pano kung wala syang time para sayo?&lt;br /&gt;[*] i dunno.. i'll tell you once i've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. pano nman kung sobra-sobra yung time na hinihingi niya sayo?&lt;br /&gt;[*] aba, ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. anong gagawin mo kung gusto mo na makipagbreak?&lt;br /&gt;[*] anong ginawa ko, you mean? kinausap ko siya.. i told him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. sobra-sobra ka ba magmahal?&lt;br /&gt;[*] uhm.. pano ba 'to. oo, i guess. pag mahal ko ang isang tao, mahal ko talaga siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. makikipagbalikan ka ba kung mahal mo pa?&lt;br /&gt;[*] yeah, basta ba he didn't cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. may minahal ka bang hanggang sa panaginip lng?&lt;br /&gt;[*] ngayon. hahaha... so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. paano kung puro words?&lt;br /&gt;[*] nge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. mahal mo, mahal ka, pero di kau&lt;br /&gt;[*] hm.. haven't experienced that. pero uso na rin yan ngayon eh.. haha. ewan ko, malabo ata yung ganyan, pero masaya din at the same time. depende na yun sa tao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. kung sabihin niya sayong mahal ka pa niya kahit may gf/bf na siya?&lt;br /&gt;[*] aba, tumahimik siya. may iba na siya, pabayaan niya na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. may gf/bf ka tapos nainlove ka sa iba?&lt;br /&gt;[*] why does this sound so familiar? haha.. well.. i dunno. hindi mo naman kasi mapigilan ang love eh.. no matter how much you try to suppress it, lalabas at lalabas din iyan. if you feel that you really love that other person, break-up with the one you're with, not unless you resolve to work on your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. yung gf/bf mo, kinokontrol ka masyado?&lt;br /&gt;[*] never ko na experience yun.. and i hope i never will. but kung sakali, aba, hindi ata pwede yan. walang ganyanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. masarap rin bang maging single?&lt;br /&gt;[*] yeah.. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. pano kung may gf/bf ka pero madaming hadlang?&lt;br /&gt;[*] diskarte niyo na yun. as long as you're willing to do all it takes for your love, then what the hell, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. sino mas paniniwalaan mo: gf/bf o bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;[*] depends on the situation, pero kasi naging bestfriend ko na din ang ex ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. mahilig ka bang magrevenge?&lt;br /&gt;[*] mahilig ako mag-isip ng revenge pero i don't have the guts to actually carry those plans out. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. what do u think is the hardest part of being a boy?&lt;br /&gt;[*] i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. eh being a girl&lt;br /&gt;[*] hindi pwedeng manligaw! pucha! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. have you ever used someone para lng maging panakip butas?&lt;br /&gt;[*] uhm.. hindi pa naman ata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. panu kung ikaw yung panakip butas?&lt;br /&gt;[*] haha.. magkakamatayan na. joke lang. ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. nagpromise siya sayo pero di niya tinupad?&lt;br /&gt;[*] kapal niya ha. of course i'll talk to him, i'll tell him how disappointed i am. then we'll see what he'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. kung gusto pa makipagfriends ng ex gf/bf mo sau?&lt;br /&gt;[*] there's nothing wrong with being friends with your ex. my ex and i remain good friends 'till now. masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. kung minahal ka lang niya dahil sa pangalan/physical appearance/reputation mo?&lt;br /&gt;[*] aba, tangina niya! hahaha.. joke lang. kasalanan ko if 'di ko nakita intentions niya. but of course i'd be really hurt, then i'd dump the sonuvabitch. mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, ngayon ko lang na-realize na ang official theme song ko pala ay &lt;em&gt;Burnout&lt;/em&gt; by Sugarfree. sobrang nakaka-relate ako sa lyrics ng kanta. haaay... i'll post the lyrics some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halata bang hindi nag-aaral? pangalawang entry ko na 'to for today. hihi. mamaya, mag-aaral ako. pramis. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110950729673291619?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110950729673291619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110950729673291619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110950729673291619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110950729673291619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110950355495896029</id><published>2005-02-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:38:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bayabas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[2 parts ho ito dahil hindi ko agad natapos ang entry before kami nag-lunch ng daddy dear ko]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:35 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANG ATING AWIT&lt;br /&gt;(Nacasabog, Datukon, Abesamis, Dofitas, Rivera, Tan, Tacang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dito sa sulok ng kwarto&lt;br /&gt;ako'y may sariling mundo&lt;br /&gt;naiilang, nawiwindang&lt;br /&gt;ang aking isipan&lt;br /&gt;'di ko alam ang gagawin&lt;br /&gt;nagbibilang&lt;br /&gt;hanggang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;pansinin mo ako&lt;br /&gt;nandito lang sa tabi mo&lt;br /&gt;nangangarap maging buwan&lt;br /&gt;sa madilim na langit ng kalawakan mo&lt;br /&gt;umaasa na balang araw makikita mo&lt;br /&gt;ang liwanag na siyang ako&lt;br /&gt;mag pa-pass na lang ba ako&lt;br /&gt;o gagawin ko na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;isang minutong nakalipas&lt;br /&gt;isang taon ng pagtatago&lt;br /&gt;bakit ka ganito?&lt;br /&gt;'di pa rin kumikibo&lt;br /&gt;sinisigaw ng aking puso&lt;br /&gt;ang pangalan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pero 'di mo marinig&lt;br /&gt;pagsamo ng aking himig&lt;br /&gt;paano mo ba mababatid&lt;br /&gt;ang diwa ng ating awit?&lt;br /&gt;hooooh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o, diba? kakaiba din ang kanta na nagawa namin. wahahaha... wala pa po siyang tono. ewan ko kung magagawan ba.. mukhang mahirap dahil walang metering.. si ginoong Tacang po ang gumawa ng last four lines. kaya niyo ba 'yon? aba, Pisay ata yan! (with matching hand movement na ala "talk-to-the-hand")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;paglabas ko ng kuwarto kanina pagkatapos kong maligo, medyo nawindang ako dahil parang napaka foggy ata ng unit namin. akala ko mata ko lang, so nag blink ako ng ilang beses. ganun pa rin. sunog ba ito? nawindang nanaman ako. kaya lang, may sunog ba na amoy bayabas? wala naman ata. may goolai, pagtingin ko sa gilid ng bookshelf namin, nag sindi pala ang aming katulong ng incense. cranberry pala iyon, at hindi bayabas. pero pramis, pareho sila ng amoy... lalo na yung maliliit na bayabas na pink/peach yung loob. yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;malapit ng mag alas-dose ng hapon at hindi pa kami nakapag lunch ng dad ko dahil nagpatulong ang pinsan ko sa kanyang feasibilily study para sa T.H.E. nawindang ulit ako. anong feasibility study eto? hindi pa uso yan nung panahon namin (naks). yung T.H.E. kasi namin nung 4th year kami ay electricity (kawindang talaga na buhay). nag soulder kami at gumastos ng ilang daan para sa mga baterya at light bulbs. ni minsan hindi ko na experience yang feasibility study na iyan. ang sosyal nila ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ano kayang kakainin namin ng daddy ko? mukhang masarap mag Dulcinea kaya lang... parang gusto ko ng inihaw na baboy o manok. iba talaga pag uling ang ginamit sa pag-ihaw. mas masarap at malasa, di gaya nung mga electric grills. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;7:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nag-lunch kami ng dad ko sa Kaya Express.. yung Korean restaurant sa tabi ng Gloria Jean's. nakakain din ako ng inihaw na manok. wahahaha.. ang weird talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;kagabi napanood namin ni tippee ang &lt;em&gt;my sassy girl&lt;/em&gt;. sa wakas. matagal ko na kasi siyang gustong panoorin. pano naman kasi, may isa akong friend na "rocker dude" kumbaga. astigin and stuff like that.. and once ko lang siya narinig mag gush - it was when he was telling us how nice my sassy girl was, that we should really watch it, blah blah blah. natuwa talaga ako habang pinapakinggan ko siya, kaya talagang gusto kong panoorin at malaman kung ano ba ang nakapag-palambot (kung may word man na ganon) sa kaibigan kong ito. so yun, last night we watched it. nun ko lang nalaman na Korean film pala siya.. haha. napaka American kasi ng title eh, nagulat nalang ako na isang Koreano ang lumabas sa screen. the movie was funny.. it was okay. i was a wee bit disappointed because i had pretty high expectations, but it was okay nonetheless. natawa naman ako.. kawawa yung guy. they had a very unique relationship - ngayon ko lang na-encounter yung ganon na love story. a bit far-fetched, yeah, but i don't think it's that impossible. panoorin niyo nalang para matawa kayo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ilang oras ko nang binabasa etong cis- at trans-regulatory proteins. hindi ko talaga matandaan ang kanilang definitions.. pangit kasi ang pagka phrase kaya hindi na re-retain ng utak ko. haha. sisihin ba naman ang pagka phrase. pero kasi naman, ano ba namang pakialam ko sa genes natin? nilagay na sila ni Lord diyan para gawin ang kanilang trabaho, at nagawa, ginagawa at gagawin nila eto kaya wag na natin pakialaman. mas gumugulo ang buhay eh. talaga naman ang tao oh.. masyadong pakialamero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;may physics problem set pa pala. naku.. isa pa yan. bakit ba natin ginugulo ang sound waves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;tinatamad lang talaga ako mag-aral kaya inaaway ko ang mga subjects ngayon. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all else fails, would you be there to love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when all else fails, would you be brave to see right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;through me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110950355495896029?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110950355495896029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110950355495896029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110950355495896029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110950355495896029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/bayabas.html' title='Bayabas'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110899450141713972</id><published>2005-02-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:06:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>Kanina, dahil lubha na akong na windang sa Biochem, naglabas ako ng isang yellow pad at nagsulat ng dalawang linya ng kung anong unang pumasok sa isip ko. Pagkatapos nito, binagay ko ang papel kay Sheng na siyang nasa tabi ko, at sinabi ko sa kanya na dugtungan niya yung nasulat ko. Sabi ko dapat makabuo tayo ng kanta. Si Gerald, na nasa tabi ni Sheng, ay pinasulat ko din. Pati na rin si Ants, Tara at Tina na nasa harapan namin. Ngayon, ang yellow pad na iyon ay na kay Kuya Abby (Joke lang... Abe po ang tunay na pangalan niya) dahil nais niya ring dugtungan. Sana'y bukas, pag nakabalik na sa aking ang papel na yun, buo na ang kanta. At ilalagay ko po iyon dito sa blog ko. Wish ko lang talaga may sense pa yun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y lubhang naaliw sa kantang &lt;em&gt;Torpe&lt;/em&gt; ng Barbie's Cradle. Haha. Wala lang. Wala po akong nais ipahiwatig, talagang naaliw lang po ako sa lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nanood ako ng NBA All-Star at nakita ko nanaman ang aking self-proclaimed na asawa na si Tracy McGrady (one way ang aming relasyon - hindi niya alam na kasal na kami). Sa tagal ng panahon na hindi ko na siya napanood maglaro ay nakalimutan ko kung gaano pala siya ka galing - at ka angas. Siguro nga kaya ko siya gusto ay dahil maangas siya. Oo, may kayabangan din, pero hindi naman gaano at may karapatan din naman siya dahil magaling naman talaga siya, lalo na pag nag focus siya ng husto. At hindi rin naman siya ganun ka yabang kay Kobe. Kahit na oo, magaling nga si Kobe, minsan sobra na ang kanyang kayabangan at pagiging makasarili (naks! ngayon ko lang nagamit 'tong salitang 'to). Teka lang, shift muna ng language. Hirap magkuwento about basketball na Filipino ang ginagamit. Hihi. The problem with T-Mac is, he doesn't give a 100% in all his games, which really should not be the case, especially if you are the star player. Sometimes I hear the commentators say that he should be a bit more selfish sometimes... He's the type of player who could take over the game if he wanted to and make his team win IF he wanted to. And that's his problem. He lacks the drive. Sometimes I do see determination in his eyes (oo, close kami) but most of the time, his mediocrity gets the best of him. Hay naku, ewan ko sayo McGrady! And oh yeah, I'm emerald green (redundant, I know, but it's also for emphasis) with envy because Chino Trinidad (the PBL commissioner) and some other guy are actually in Denver, Colorado covering the NBA All-Star game for RPN. And while they were talking about which is the better team (East or West) I could see T-Mac, Steve Nash and Tim Duncan in the background, doing some warm-ups. Shit!!!!!!!!!! Could they get any luckier??!! That's my ultimate dream!!! (Well, fine, next to working in NASA) Someday, T-Mac, I'm gonna friggin' meet you - whether I'm on the bleachers or bandaging your damn ankle. Oh yeah, be very prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor the psychopath, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At oo, ginagawa ko ito dahil ayaw ko nanaman mag-aral para sa Zoo lec. Biro mo naman, tentative pa lang ang long quiz namin bukas. Ibig sabihin, pwede kaming mag exam, pwedeng hindi. Depende nalang yun sa bilis ng pag salita ni Ma'am. Hindi ko alam kung i-ka-karir ko na ba ang pagbasa ng handouts o kung mag-aaral ba talaga ako dahil meron pa naman siyang i-di-discuss bukas. Ewan ko ba talaga. Napakalabo talaga ng subject na iyan. Tulad ng mga mata ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110899450141713972?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110899450141713972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110899450141713972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110899450141713972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110899450141713972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110889313930063869</id><published>2005-02-20T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:52:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windang</title><content type='html'>Nakaka tatlong ulit na ang Sugarfree na CD ko, at eto pa rin ako sa harap ng PC. Nakatitig. Nag-ki-click nang kahit ano... Basta lang hindi ako mag-aral ng lecheng Zoo Lec. Lahat na yata ng pwedeng gawin na may kinalaman sa school ay nagawa ko na maliban sa pag-babasa ng cell differentiation. Sayang, gusto ko pa naman sana ang Zoology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas, natapos ko na ring i-download ang &lt;em&gt;Black Balloon&lt;/em&gt;. Ilang araw na rin yang naka-tambay sa iMesh ko dahil kulang ng sources. Buhay nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA All-Star weekend na.  Wala lang, yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakabili na rin ako ng sinturon. Ngayon lang ako nakahanap ng panahon at pera para bumili. Pano naman kasi, nahuhulog na ang iba kong pantalon. Nangangayayat na ako sa kakaaral, sa kakaasa na balang araw, may mangyaring maganda. Ka-text ko ngayon ang mommy ko. Nabanggit ko na bumili nga ako ng sinturon, at agad siyang nag tanong kung kumakain ba daw ako ng tama. Oo naman, ako pa? Walang disiplina ang aking tiyan para mag diet. Bakit nga ba nahuhulog ang iba kong pantalon? Ewan ko, paki ko. Basta ba may sinturon para pigilan ang pag hulog niya, ayos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap ang spreadable cream cheese at Gardenia... Pramis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110889313930063869?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110889313930063869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110889313930063869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110889313930063869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110889313930063869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/windang.html' title='Windang'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110865423825854426</id><published>2005-02-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:42:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag-Ibig Nga Naman</title><content type='html'>Caution: Extremely long entry ahead. Proceed at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write this entry for quite some time now but I just couldn't bring myself to. Added to that is the fact that there's just so much to do. And yes, I got this idea from Maan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life. Naku naman. Those two words can mean happiness to some (good for you), while it could also mean despair, frustration and misery to others. For me? Well, I don't know. For three years it meant happiness, but in the past month, it meant confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go into that, I'd like to introduce you to my past infatuations. Bwahahahaha! Seriously, though, I think I need to do this so there'll be some sort of closure on my part. Getting over someone you super duper like is not an easy feat. Even though right now I can laugh at my past experiences, at that time, it was anything but funny. Believe me (I know you do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let me start with Mr. NH (Nice Hair - I can't think of any other name and besides, he really has nice hair). I was a freshie in high school, he was a sophie. He was everything I've ever wanted - physically. He was tall, he was dark (moreno...yum!) and he wasn't bad looking at all plus plus plus he was a good basketball player!!! Shiiaaattt! A lot of girls liked him at that time, myself included (siyempre). I swear, I did so many stupid things just so he'd notice me. Eh hello, lahat naman ata tayo ganun pag infatuated, diba? Anyhoo, by some stroke of luck (and help from my guy classmates), I did manage to get his attention and by summer time, we were saying hi to each other. And no, it wasn't because of summer classes but because there's this place back in Cagayan de Oro where my family and I go to all the time. It's this clubhouse with an absolutely wonderful view of the mountains - and his family owned it. It also had a bowling alley, pool tables, swimming pools, tennis courts, basketball courts and villas where you could stay. Needless to say, he was there most of the summer playing pool with his friends or his brothers. So yun, dun nag start ang "interaction". Haha. I was pretty excited to start the next school year knowing I'd be seeing him everyday - meaning, more hellos to be exchanged and stuff like that. Somehow, some way, he managed to get hold of my number (I suspect my classmates gave it to him) and we became text mates. At the end of each day he would text me, ask how my day was, and stuff like that. Hay naku, siyempre naman I was so happy noh. We even talked on the phone twice. He was fun to talk to (very talkative - at least sa phone) and he even asked for my picture. We'd occasionally talk but I swear, the people in school were not that cooperative. The whole school knew about it - even our adviser! Pucha. We were constantly teased kasi nga bagay daw kami (I think it was more of a physical thing) or something. Whatever. Basta yun. Unfortunately, he stopped texting. He'd still say hi to me in school but it wasn't the same anymore. It was all so sudden. Ang masaklap pa is, until now, I don't know why. Later on I found out he was pursuing another girl. Naturally I was devastated but what the hell, I tried all I could not to show it. It took a while for me to get over him, but with a lot of people's help, I eventually did. (Pucha, if YOU'RE reading this, you should be very flattered! Haha! Peace, dude.) He transferred to a different school during my junior year and I rarely got to see him. The last time I saw him was two years ago and I admit, he still made my heart flutter a bit, but whatever. He was in the past. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Marc. He was from another school, but I saw him a lot in this mall in Cagayan de Oro where he and his friends hung out every weekend. I thought he was cute, but that's it. I never thought he'd be my first boyfriend. We first got to know each other through text. He got my number from his barkada who was also texting me at that time. It's quite complicated but that's the gist. So anyway, we started texting and one night, kakadating ko lang from school, our helper told us that someone came over earlier that night. Si Marc daw. I had a classmate named Marc at that time so I thought it was him. In the days that followed, I found out na hindi pala classmate ko, but si Marc na textmate ko. Haha. Medyo na windang ako nun, pero kilig din naman in fairness. A few days later he came over to visit again with his friend Harold. At first they were a bit embarrassed but later on, okay na. Nag-usap kami for while tapos they left. After that, he called me at home almost everyday. I got to know him more and I never expected na mabait pala siya na bata. Haha. Kasi naman eh, I thought he was the pasaway type. Well in a sense he was (and still is right now but to a lesser extent) but for the most part, he's a good person. He made kwento nga na his past girlfriends cheated on him, and at that time, he just broke up with his second girlfriend. Yes, me thinks I was a rebound girl, whether we both want to admit it or not. After a month and a half of phone conversations and hundreds of text messages, naging kami. I was his third, he was my first. I was 14, he was 16. At sinagot ko siya sa loob ng sinehan with my mom and my cousin. Haha. Ewan ko ba talaga. Luckily, I have great parents and even though they weren't too keen with the idea of me having a boyfriend, they consented, provided that I don't neglect my studies. On my part, I think I agreed to be his girlfriend more out of curiosity rather than being super duper in love with him. And on his part, as I've said, I really think I was a rebound girl. Gradually, though, we learned to love each other, and had the three happiest and most trying years yet. Yes, we have been through SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then college came. At first I was really very determined to make our relationship work even though we were far apart... We'd talk everyday, text nonstop and stuff like that. But the distance eventually took its toll. A day would pass when I was not able to text him because I was too busy or it was pointless or I was too tired or I was having too much fun. Basta, mahirap pala ang long-distance. Just read my previous entry about it... Hehe. I really thought I'd be able to make "us" work, but hindi pala. And believe me, I tried all I could but there came a time when I thought, what's the point? We broke up for a while, got back together and then broke up again just last month and I think it's for good. I have to admit, I thought breaking up with him wouldn't be that difficult since nasanay na ako na wala siya and naging platonic na ata ang love ko for him, but I was dead wrong. For days I cried and cried and cried... Luckily I've got wonderful friends like Elaine (labshu gurl!) who cheered me up. And luckily, he's the kindest and most understanding guy ever. There are times when I think to myself why I let go of such a wonderful guy but it's just not the same anymore. I can't go on being untrue about what I feel and there are times when you just have to take risks. I honestly hope that he'll be able to find someone who will truly, truly make him happy. Lord knows I haven't exactly been a wonderful girlfriend to him but he was simply amazing. Honestly, I'm amazed at how much patience and understanding he has shown me. Grabe talaga. He truly deserves to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? The pain has subsided, and Marc and I have remained good friends (yes, possible yun). And I always pray that someday, he'd be truly happy... Much happier than he was when we were together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110865423825854426?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110865423825854426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110865423825854426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110865423825854426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110865423825854426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/pag-ibig-nga-naman_17.html' title='Pag-Ibig Nga Naman'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110812707855518064</id><published>2005-02-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:15:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just realized how utterly ungrateful I've been to God for the kind of life He has given me. Sheng and I are going to ABS-CBN tomorrow to conduct an interview for our STS research paper and as I was preparing my things for tomorrow, I checked my wallet and realized I only had around 300 pesos left. I doubt that it would be enough for transportation alone (we're gonna take a taxi since we don't know how to go there on the MRT/LRT) so I sent my dad a message asking him if he could transfer some money to my ATM account. I told him that if I would not be able to use everything up, he doesn't need to give me my allowance for next week. His reply was, "It's okay, how much do you need?" and then I realized... Wow, I'm so lucky to be living the life that I'm living right now. I mean, all I have to do is call up either one of my parents and I know they'll be able to come through, whether it's financial, emotional or psychological help I need. A lot of people out there have either only one parent or no one at all, and while I worry about not having enough money for a shirt I want, they worry about where to sleep or if they'll be able to eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know, all of a sudden I felt really guilty for being such an ungrateful little brat. I keep on complaining how crappy my life is when in fact it's not. Sometimes I wanna give myself a good beating just so I'd realize how wrong I am, and how ridiculous and unfair I'm being to a lot of peope who are going through much, much worse things.I sweeeaaarrr, I can be so selfish and ignorant and pathetic... Roar. So anyway, I just wanted everyone to know that if you're eating at least three times a day, be very, very, very grateful that you live that kind of life. Please lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haaaay... I hate mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My official theme song right now is What Can I Do? by The Corrs. Shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110812707855518064?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110812707855518064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110812707855518064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110812707855518064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110812707855518064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110767614774857192</id><published>2005-02-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:49:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping With A Hangover</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried doing that? Well, I just did. Haha! Last night, Elaine, JM and I went to Malate to shake off our Biochem blues (not that I was uber depressed...In fairness I understood my answers - I just don't know if Dean Nicolas would understand them, too. Haha). We went there at around 7 na coz we went to Elaine's dorm muna for a while. We stayed at Giligan's Island until around 10 pm, along with some of Elaine's friends. We didn't have any dinner so after two rounds of San Mig Light, I was feeling kinda woozy already. We transferred to this place somewhere in Remedios and had one round of Colt Ice. By then I was really, really tipsy na. Ang lakas talaga ng tama kasi walang dinner. We saw Tippee pa with her friend. Galing daw sila Roxas. Ayan, nag detox pala ang buong mundo. Haha! After hours of bantering and drinking and eating fish crackers, I was feeling really wasted na. At around 12:30, we parted ways and thankfully, JM agreed to accompany me home. I swear if he wasn't with me I would've dropped dead on the side walk. Haha. Arrived home together with my dad... Oops. I kinda told him I'd be home before 12 but nooooo... I was 45 minutes late. He asked why I was late and I smiled at him meekly. Eep. He went to sleep na while I helped myself to nilagang baka and friend tanguige. Heaven. I was starving na talaga eh. Slept na afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with a slight headache. My dad still wasn't talking to me that much (not that it made any difference but he was a bit more quiet than usual). We went to the mall to have lunch and then he asked me again why I went home late last night. I told him I didn't realize what time it was already and stuff like that. Honest mistake. He seemed to have forgiven me because he started talking a bit more. Hehe. On our way back up here sa unit, we passed by Docker's and my dad bought 3 pairs of pants and 1 shirt. And then he smiled. Yeeesssssssssss!!! Shopping really does release endorphins. Thank God!!! So there... I asked for some money so I could buy this skirt that I've been dying to buy since last December and new sandals at Charles and Keith. I sweaaarrrr, the shoes there are super duper cute - plus plus plus they're not that expensive!!! Oooooohhhh... Heaven once again. Kaya lang while I was looking around, I was still a bit woozy. It's like I just got off from a long boat ride. Ewan ko ba. Hahaha. Kasi, hindi nag dinner at uminom pa! Naku talaga... Next time I go out, I'll make sure I've eaten na. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110767614774857192?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110767614774857192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110767614774857192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110767614774857192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110767614774857192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/02/shopping-with-hangover.html' title='Shopping With A Hangover'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110707202081289447</id><published>2005-01-30T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:38:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Sawa na ako sa kakatitig sa mga whole mount at cross section ng mga balot!!!!!!! Leche naman oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay... Until now I'm still on cloud nine from last Friday. Why? Because we friggin' won MEDISCENE!!! And to think we were the least prepared among all the groups. Basta... Di ko talaga inexpect na manalo kami... But we did. We friggin' did. Anyway for more details, read &lt;a href="http://stratus03.blogspot.com"&gt;Ge's&lt;/a&gt; blog nalang. I'm too tamad to blog about it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay ulit. Buhay talaga oh. I've been listening to the sounds of the South American rainforests. Geeezzz... I mean I can't study when it's too noisy, and my attention span's waaaayy too short when it's too quiet so I tried listening to the crickets and birds and what-have-yous. Dunno if it's really effective, but I've finished reading 6 pages of descriptions of balots. And if you're wondering why the hell I keep on talking about balot, it's because we have to study whole mounts and cross sections of CHICKS (yes, as in yung nagiging manok/fried chicken pag laki) for embryology... Yeah! Oh well, better get back to staring at those balots otherwise I'd have to start studying for Zoo finals. Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110707202081289447?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110707202081289447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110707202081289447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110707202081289447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110707202081289447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110700276846685775</id><published>2005-01-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T20:46:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL OF US!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So happy talaga.. Hehehe. I'm soooo happy I can't start studying. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*proud to be 2010!*&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/6782257-110700276846685775?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110700276846685775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110700276846685775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110700276846685775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110700276846685775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/euphoric.html' title='Euphoric'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110646604122785956</id><published>2005-01-23T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:40:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>I'm sad. I'm sooooooooooooooo sad... Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NBA All-Star is nearly here. I'm looking forward to watching it on RPN. T-Mac has the most votes among all the guards. All along I thought he was played forward or something... But no, he's a guard. Haha. Silly me. I don't know what position my ultimate crush plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had our first Physics dep yesterday and good lord was it difficult. Roar! But at least I got to sleep well the night before... And I got to see T-Mac play against the Knicks. They won! It was such a relief because it was a close game... Thanks to Padgett's awkard yet extremely lucky shot, they won. Yeeeeeyyyyyyy! In your face, Marbury! Mwahahahahaha! (I hate his guts. Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been sooooo exhausting. As if we weren't toxic enough, we had to play against 07 and 08 last Wednesday and Thursday. My body is screaming in pain until now! Rooooaaaaarrrrr!!! But I had so much fun playing against them eventhough we lost. I really wanna be good at basketball (i.e. gusto kong i-career). I plan to play as much as I can this summer... Can't wait!!! But first, I have to pass Physics and Biochem. Nyarrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to Elaine for being such a super duper wooper good friend. Mwwaaaaahhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I'm blogging incoherently. Forgive me. Right now my brain is but a gooey, slimey mass that's slowly oozing out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saaaaaaaaddddddd... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110646604122785956?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110646604122785956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110646604122785956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110646604122785956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110646604122785956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110604647494531918</id><published>2005-01-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:07:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasaway</title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying for our extremely lengthy STS exam right now but I just can't bring myself to. Besides, I wanted to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/Dot.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to meet our other doggie, Dot. She's the most adorable puppy in the whole wide universe!!! I miss her so much! Sobrang naiiyak na talaga ako kanina nung tinitignan ko pic niya. Hehe. I love our doggies so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May game si T-Mac mamayang 7:30 and I'm gonna watch it while reading some stuff for STS. Good luck to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I super like the song &lt;em&gt;As I Lay Me Down To Sleep&lt;/em&gt; by Sophie B. Hawkins. I think I've said this na before pero wala lang, I just really like it talaga. Haaaaay... Eto nanaman ako. Lately gusto kong maiyak pero hindi ko magawa kasi wala naman talagang reason (aside from the fact na sobrang daming gagawin). Ewan ko ba, gusto ko lang talaga umiyak ng umiyak until my tears just finally give up. Haaaay... Kasi naman eh... Oh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku kanina nakakainis kasi nag quiz kami sa Zoo Lec and ewan ko kung sang lupalop nanggaling yung mga questions! Roar! Kasi surprise quiz siya tapos... Ay basta. There's no use complaining, tapos na siya. Besides, quiz lang yun. Hahaha. Ang kapal ko talaga. Ang dami ko pang gustong i-blog pero I'm not in the mood right now. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110604647494531918?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110604647494531918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110604647494531918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110604647494531918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110604647494531918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/pasaway.html' title='Pasaway'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110588052759373415</id><published>2005-01-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:02:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Detox</title><content type='html'>Finally, natapos na rin ang much anticipated na Biochem departmental kahapon. Hehe. I think kung mas nag aral pa ako, I'd probably manage to get a decent score in that exam (unlike Org Chem... No matter how much I study for a dept, disgraceful pa rin score ko). Eh hello?! Ipagsabay ba naman ang Zoo Lec, Zoo Lab at Biochem sa isang week! Paano nalang yun? Hahaha! Pero we survived! I mean for me, kahit na hindi ko talaga na master maski isa dun sa mga subjects kasi nasa isip ko na lagi ang mga darating pa na exams, I'm still happy na tapos na - for now. Kaya nga ba't Temporary Detox ang title ng entry na 'to kasi this week naman, STS, Nat Sci at Physics. Napaka saya talaga ng buhay! Grabe pa talaga 'tong STS ang habaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ng readings... Promise! Roaaaaar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday after our Biochem exam, me and my grouppies went to Diliman to start doing some research for our STS paper. Pero naku, wala pa rin kasi hindi pala pwedeng mag labas ng books since we didn't have any borrower's card. Eh we didn't know naman since dito sa UP Manila, yung ID nalang yung ginagamit. Haaay ang labo. Wala tuloy akong masyadong nagawa... We went home at around 5:00 on board Kathy's Honda with her in the driver's seat. We were unscathed from Diliman to Manila! Yippeee!!! Joke lang. Hahahaha... Snaps for Kathy!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale ngayon dito sa Rob. Bought myself a blouse from Bayo, a perfume from Mom&amp;Me, a baller ID and a bracelet from the tiangge. Hehe. Endorphines galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a Yao Ming and T-Mac poster for 20 pesos last Wednesday on our way home from CM. I swear sometimes I pity my dad coz he has to put up with these silly crushes of mine. I mean I have this big T-Mac poster inside a closet which I share with my dad so everytime he opens it to get a polo or something, he sees T-Mac. Sorry, dad. That's what you get for having a daughter... Hahahaha! Joke! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well gotta go now... &lt;em&gt;Bruce Almighty's&lt;/em&gt; starting na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110588052759373415?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110588052759373415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110588052759373415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110588052759373415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110588052759373415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/temporary-detox.html' title='Temporary Detox'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110569399514526952</id><published>2005-01-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:13:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the crappiest of all crappy days I've had. First off, I set my Winnie the Pooh clock to alarm at 4:00 a.m. so I could start studying for Biochem. Woke up when it rang like crazy, turned the television on and then fell asleep. Woke up at around 7 and hurriedly took a bath and dressed in time for our 7:30 Nat Sci class. I was starting to feel really grumpy na. Went home at around 8:30 a.m. and started reading our Biochem module while watching the Rockets vs. Nets game. I was not able to finish it because we had an 11:30 Zoo class na pwede naman palang i-absent kasi wala namang ginawa! I'm in agony right now since I don't know who won. I was wishing na sana wala nalang Physics Lab pero meron... Buti nalang pumayag si sir na experiment 3 lang gawin so we could go home early daw. Ayan, akala ko ok na day ko. After our lab class, went to Rob to buy food kasi super hungry ako since I wasn't able to eat much for lunch kasi 'di ko naintindihan food namin. I was craving for that hot and crispy chicken of KFC so yun... Went back up here sa unit only to find out that lo and behold, the door was locked at wala katulong namin (ilang beses na akong nag doorbell). Searched for my keys and realized I left it inside the unit... And I also found out that nawawala coin purse ko!!! Pucha. I was famished na talaga. So I went down sa mall uli kasi I remembered na pinabayad ko siya ng cable thingy namin. Umikot na ako sa first floor ng Rob, dun sa department store kung saan nagbabayad at pina page ko na siya sa customer service. Wala pa rin. Siguro I waited and roamed around the mall for an hour. Super tired and hungry na ako. I decided to check the 7th floor and if I still wouldn't find her there, I'll call Tara nalang and beg her to make me stay in their unit muna so I can eat and start reading kahit konti. Buti nalang when I reached the 7th floor, our katulong was there. Praise the Lord!!!! I was finally able to sit down and eat. Haaaaaaayyy... And what's worse, I'm blogging right now when I've only read 32 out of the 76 pages of Biochem. But I have an excuse: I'm checking my mail coz Julian sent this table that shows which amino acids are dextrorotatory and levorotatory. Hay naku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I've had, huh? I just hope it won't get any worse. Oh well, good luck to us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110569399514526952?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110569399514526952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110569399514526952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110569399514526952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110569399514526952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110544834576646604</id><published>2005-01-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:59:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>While doing some research for our STS report tomorrow and typing my reaction paper for FCH, I am also blogging and making chika (through text) with my best friend, Paola. Oh yeah. Aside from that, the radio is blaring in the background. Yep, it's very peaceful, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay... Grabe. Ang daming gagawin! Buti nalang talaga tapos na yung exam sa Zoo lec. In fairness ha, ok lang yung identification and multiple choice. I've read most of the terms, I just can't remember their definition and functions. Hehe. Pero tangina talaga yung last part. Yung may mga matching type and stuff, ang hirap!!! The instructions were so ambiguous tapos basta... Sobrang frustrating na ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super duper wooper like the video &lt;em&gt;Lose My Breath &lt;/em&gt;by Destiny's Child. Sobrang astig talaga ng moves nila! Grabe! Pangarap ko talagang maka sayaw nang ganun someday kahit 'di ko kaya. Haha. Pero 'di nga, ang galing talaga ng sayaw! Haaaaay... Tapos ang cool pa ng song. Oh well, someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko talagang gustong i-blog pero nyar... I need time (which is a luxury right now), 'di gaya ng mga entries na 'to na sobrang incoherent. Yung tipong you just keep on typing, you don't have to think. Yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiat! Biochem departmental, here we come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110544834576646604?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110544834576646604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110544834576646604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110544834576646604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110544834576646604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110517784511952570</id><published>2005-01-08T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:32:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless</title><content type='html'>Yes! Ayan na ang comments thingy ko. Wahoooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustong-gusto ko yung song na &lt;em&gt;Sige &lt;/em&gt;by 6 Cycle Mind. Thanks nga pala, Ge, for the title. Hehe. Sobrang di ko talaga alam yung title nun. Yung natatandaan ko lang ay yung line na "Konting alak lang, kahit walang pulutan.." Ang cute kaya. Speaking of pulutan, pag ako uminom 'di talaga ako nag pupulutan. Ewan ko kung bakit, ayoko lang talaga. I like drinking beer alone. Pero siyempre, if 'di ako nakakain ng maayos before drinking, mag pupulutan nalang ako. Hehe. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiat, talo nanaman ang Rockets sa Lakers. Nyar nyar nyar. I friggin' &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike (hate is such a strong word) &lt;s&gt;Kobe&lt;/s&gt; Kobe's skills. Haha. I don't hate him per se. I hate the fact that he's so good at natatalo niya ang Rockets. But of course it's not him alone - there's Lamar Odom, Cook, Grant and so many more. Sa Rockets naman kasi si Yao and T-Mac lang ang gumagalaw. The others, well, depende nalang yun. Hindi sila consistent. Nyar. But as long as they make it to the play-offs, I'm happy. That means more hours of T-Mac. Yuuummmm! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the NBA, lumipat naman ako sa Studio 23 at sobrang nanibago sa size ng players. Hehe. PBL nanaman kasi eh, and right now it's ICTSI Archers vs. Magnolia Wizards. Ang liiiiiiiit nila. Hahaha... Chaka mejo mabagal yung laro, which shouldn't be right since most of them are relatively younger than a lot of the NBA players. Ewan ko ba. Of course I shouldn't be comparing them (there's no point) pero wala lang. Na shock lang talaga ako sa laki ng difference between the two leagues (and worlds, perhaps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko last night mag-aaral ako ngayon ng Zoo Lec and maybe lab para Physics nalang bukas at maybe Biochem na rin. Pero eto, nakaharap nanaman ako sa computer. So much for discipline. Wala lang, kasi 'di ko pa feel eh and even if I try to study, I won't get anything done naman. Total waste of energy lang. At least naayos ko pa blog ko. Wekekekekek. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Cagayan de Oro Airport is the ultimate test for commercial and non-commercial pilots alike. It's on &lt;s&gt;a mountain&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;hill&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;a mountainous region&lt;/s&gt; an elevated patch of land at konting ulan lang ay zero visiblity na kaagad. Last December (2003) muntik na kaming 'di maka land kasi it was raining back in Cagayan. The pilot told us that he was gonna try once and if he won't be able to make it, he's gonna land at Mactan Airport (Cebu) nalang muna and wait for the clouds to clear. He must have been a veteran because he was able to land the plane amidst the cheers of the passengers. Grabe yun. Medyo turbulent pa talaga yung ride. The stewards had to stop serving the snacks coz the cart was rattling like crazy. Hehe. Ang saya talaga ng plane rides, very exciting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo ng entry na 'to. No unity whatsoever. Hahaha. Like I give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110517784511952570?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110517784511952570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110517784511952570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110517784511952570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110517784511952570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/senseless.html' title='Senseless'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110512083486571716</id><published>2005-01-08T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T02:19:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Changed my lay-out again as you may have noticed. I wanted something white but then I found this particular lay-out cute so I decided to use it nalang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rockets lost... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! :( Kasi naman, they left the 3-point area open, and the Suns took advantage of it. Grabe ang 3-point shooters nila. Ang galing! Tapos, imbis na dapat yung Rockets ang mag employ ng man-to-man defense para maging ineffective ang Suns, it became the other way around. As a result, they held down T-Mac to a mere 25 points. Pero what the heck, it's totally understandable. Phoenix Suns yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag videoke kami kanina (me, Sheng, Abe, Jazel, Henry, Dada and Jo) sa arcade. Grabe, sobrang saya talaga! I really had so much fun and it made us forget our problems for a while. One of the best ways to detox... Hehehe. Pasensya na kung putol-putol sentences ko, sobrang tired na ng hands ko sa kaka-edit ng lay-out. Stiff na talaga hands ko... Huhuhu. I'm doing some research din kasi for Zoo lab kaya medyo marami trabaho ng kamay ko ngayon. Oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go T-Mac!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiaaaaat... Bakit wala yung comments thingy ko? I activated it na pero wala pa rin... Crap. Help... Anyone. Naiiyak na ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110512083486571716?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110512083486571716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110512083486571716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110512083486571716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110512083486571716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110501134269793004</id><published>2005-01-06T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:35:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompatible</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid I still can't blog about my previous notes because I just don't feeling like doing them yet. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the Rockets vs. Suns game right now. Like I've said, the Rockets have a slim chance of winning but it is not entirely impossible. I was able to watch the Suns' previous game against the Bucks and here are some things I've noticed and what I think the Rockets should do so that they just might be able to win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;man-to-man defense - they should try not to double team too much or leave a player unguarded for too long because all the players of the Phoenix Suns can kick ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guard the perimeter - they have at least 2 players in the 3-point area. Leaving one of them open would be very, very baaaaad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they should, by all means, contain Amari Stoudamire. Damn, that guy can really play mean basketball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Rockets should be aggressive when driving to the basket - a slight hesitation will immediately be recognized and converted into a turnover/field goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;full court pressure? I dunno... Maybe it might work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haaaay... I hope they win. But whatever... I'm just glad I'll be able to see T-Mac play. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayan na... The game's gonna start na. Yey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110501134269793004?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110501134269793004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110501134269793004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110501134269793004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110501134269793004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/incompatible.html' title='Incompatible'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110477150656851570</id><published>2005-01-04T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:58:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Nose</title><content type='html'>I know I made a list of the things I'm supposed to blog about, and I know I've got tons to do (like that upcoming quiz in Physics... And the "quiz bee" in Zoo Lab... And the debate tomorrow. Geeez, I'm so dead right now) but I can't help it. I just have to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Houston Rockets won against the Utah Jazz... Yippeeeeeee!!! I'm so happy! They played superbly! Eventhough it was neither T-Mac's nor Yao's night (but they didn't do bad either. 25 points and 20 points respectively), I'm still happy coz the other players stepped up and did extremely well. Bob Sura was outstanding... 24 points, 10 rebounds, 5 steals and 4 assists! And then there's David Wesley. In my opinion, T-Mac and company have a lot of potential. I mean individually they're good, they just gotta learn how to communicate more. They need someone to hold the team together, to come up with good plays that will allow them to break down the opponent's defense or be more aggressive on the offensive side. Wesley's addition to the roster has been beneficial so far. If I'm not mistaken, they've won every game (2 actually... Hehe) since he donned the red jersey. He's a good guard (point guard ba? Not sure...), and along with T-Mac's skills and superb body control, Yao's continuous improvement (he never ceases to amaze me), Juwan Howard's so far consistent performance, Sura's speed and the rest of the able-bodied and very much capable Rockets, they stand a good chance of making it to the play-offs (Or whatever it is you call that part where there are only 16 teams left - they're currently no. 8 in the Western Conference). :D They're going against the Phoenix Suns (the best in the league this season) on Thursday. Honestly I don't think the Rockets have much of a chance against them but I'm still gonna cheer like crazy for them, nevermind if we've got a data sheet in Physics lab due the next day. Haaaay... There's nothing sexier than a not-so-bad-looking guy who's good at basketball. Yeah, yeah... I'm shallow. So what? T-Mac rawwwwwkkkkksssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have not missed a single Rockets game since about two-weeks ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! May sipon akooooooooo... Noooooooooo... Oh well... I guess I better sleep na. Arnis in a few hours, and then the ever so lovely Ma'am Co. It's gonna be a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110477150656851570?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110477150656851570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110477150656851570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110477150656851570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110477150656851570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2005/01/darn-nose.html' title='Darn Nose'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110422782567589191</id><published>2004-12-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T17:57:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyar</title><content type='html'>I wanna blog about lotsa things but I don't have the time. Maybe when I'm there in Manila na I'll blog about my Christmas... And other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;-got a henna tattoo that's similar to T-Mac's. Mas girly lang yung akin... Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;-T-Mac so friggin' rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-gotta blog about this place called XE. I'm just putting it down here so I don't forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;-also gotta rant about the drivers of Cagayan de Oro. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-gotta change my lay-out, too... Something white maybe...&lt;br /&gt;-basta... Dami ko pa gusto sabihin pero super haba. Pag dating pa sa Manila, there's so much to do. Haaaay... Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110422782567589191?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110422782567589191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110422782567589191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110422782567589191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110422782567589191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/nyar.html' title='Nyar'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110365422229764233</id><published>2004-12-22T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:37:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;as usual, i am in an internet cafe right now.&amp;nbsp;pano naman kasi, we have no pc at home kasi sira yung monitor namin. i just came from SM with sheena and paola. we watched "pasiyam" then made ikot-ikot. bought new contacts - brown ones. hati kami ni paola since may promo sila na buy one take one. she chose the gray contacts. i wanted the gray ones too kaya lang i remember my mum saying she doesn't like it on me so brown nalang, to be safe. haha. super walang magawa dito. roar! i swear mamaya when i get home i'm gonna read about gastrulation. mwahahahaha!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;tomorrow we're planning to make tambay in sir roland's house kasi wala siyang kasama dun. nagtatampo na nga si marc eh&amp;nbsp;kasi i haven't been spending that much time with him. hehe. oh well, matagal pa naman kami babalik sa manila... &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;haaay... walang magawa talaga. nothing special to blog about. nyar.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;p&gt; 		&lt;hr size=1&gt;Do you Yahoo!?&lt;br&gt;  Yahoo! 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Manage less.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110365422229764233?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110365422229764233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110365422229764233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110365422229764233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110365422229764233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110355055193123327</id><published>2004-12-20T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:49:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlighting</title><content type='html'>I'm home... And bored. It is so friggin' warm here in Cagayan de Oro! Parang hindi December... Nakakabato talaga. Went to my high school last Saturday to watch play rehearsals. Our school kasi is known for its annual plays. We've done &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Godspell, Les Miserables, One Voice, Ten Little Indians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a whole lot more. This school year's play will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanna watch it talaga kaya lang it's gonna be on February. Anyway, I watched my former school mates strut their stuff onstage, with Sir Roland (our beloved director... He's the BEST!!!) barking orders and telling them to do this and that. It was fun to watch them do what I used to do. I remember back in high school we used to go home late from practices, and even during the holidays we had to go to school to rehearse. A lot of sacrifices were made by us, lalo na by Sir Roland, but in the end it's a very gratifying and humbling experience. I'm glad I went through the whole thing no matter how wasted I often was after rehearsals... They were some of the best times of my life and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. I learned a lot of stuff that I know I'll never learn anywhere else, and the annual plays helped me make it through high school even if it meant EXTRA work. When I think about it now, I'm utterly grateful. I know I wouldn't be who I am now had I not gone through those annual plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bit late to be blogging about this but anyhoo... NMAT. Took it last December 12 at the College of St. Benilde. First time there... The campus was nice. Talagang well-maintained. I was kinda hoping that I'd catch a glimpse of any of the Archers since DLSU was just across the street but sigh... Mine was a lost cause. Anyway, the exam was, well... Let's just say I'm glad to be an INTARMED student. Goodness I don't know how I would have gotten a decent score in that exam. I slept through most of Part II (the academic stuff... Bio, Chem, Physics and Soc Sci) because I was soooo clueless when it came to the Soc Scie part, and the Bio part was super duper wooper difficult! I actually found Chem easier than Bio, my supposedly favorite subject. Nyar. But anyhoo, there's nothing to worry about. The UPM College of Medicine already has a slot for me... And for the rest of the Intarkids. Mwahahahahahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an Imed shirt! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's so friggin' cute I swear I could wear it everyday of the week! We also have Imed keychains! O diba? Astig kaya. Basta... I'm so proud of our batch thingies. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sooooooooooooo much fun during the lantern parade. We Intarkids were cheering like crazy for our otherwise lifeless college. Grabe talaga, when we first got to PGH, super tahimik ng CM. Eventually, though, umingay na kami at nabuhayan naman sa awa ng Diyos ang Kolehiyo ng Medisina. Tsk. Ano kaya kung wala ang Intar dun noh? Hehehe. Joke lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my photocopy of Gilbert with me... The chapter on gastrulation. I know, I know... What the hell am I doing with it during the Christmas break, right?! Wala lang, trip ko lang. Since there's nothing much to do here, I figured I could squeeze in a little reading para naman hindi masyadong matambakan ng work pag dating ng January. Let's just pray that I actually read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think think think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ata for now. I'll return some other time. I have a lot of decisions to make during the holidays and I hope I make the right ones. If not, then I hope I learn from my mistakes. Sigh. Buhay nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie, The Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brilliance of the Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the last installment of the Tales of the Otori). All of them were superb! I cried my eyes out when I read the 1st two books, and I was completely enchanted with the third one.  Basta, I recommend them all. :) Oh there, Gideon, if you're reading this (I doubt it) I want you to know na tapos ko na ang Otori. Finally. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110355055193123327?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110355055193123327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110355055193123327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110355055193123327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110355055193123327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/moonlighting.html' title='Moonlighting'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110312190584179678</id><published>2004-12-15T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:45:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>Everyone has crushes. A lot of people don't want to admit it, but everyone has at least this one person they admire for a lot of different reasons. He could either have a nice body, or he could be good looking, or maybe you like him because he's smart. The list could go on, and I have no intention of typing them all down. However, there's something I noticed about me. I usually have crushes or end up liking someone I don't usually like. Do you get me? No, of course not. I mean, sure, I have silly crushes on gorgeous stars like Brad Pitt or Heath Ledger (yummy), but they are fleeting. My "long-term" crushes, celebrities or not, would make you raise your eyebrows and question my sanity. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I myself wonder why. They're usually not handsome, not exactly the kindest people on Earth, nor are they as brilliant as Einstein. They are usually the type of people you love to hate or don't like at first, second or nth glance. They're just different - not crush material, as one friend put it - yet not too shabby either. It's hard to explain, but I tell you, if you saw them and got to know them, you'd really wonder where the hell I came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome guys - the guys who even boys would admit look good - bore me. Most of the time I go for appeal rather than looks. I'm not saying that looks don't matter. I'd be a hypocrite if I said so because come on, no matter how much we deny it, it accounts for AT LEAST one percent of our criteria. But there are some guys who are not handsome yet are more appealing than, say, Daniel Radcliffe (who by the way is just a kid...Ack. I'm a maniac!). Mas malakas ang dating kumbaga. These are the guys I don't usually talk about (except with my mom or my best friends) for fear of being laughed at or criticized to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the challenge of finding something good about that person that draws me to him. It's the challenge of finding a different kind of beauty - physical or otherwise - that makes him stand out from other more handsome or smarter lads. It's the challenge of finding something different, something out of the ordinary, something beautiful in someone that other people don't normally find beautiful. I don't know, my admiration just thrives on unconventional people. I'm the type who easily outgrows crushes, but not those I have on guys that are often misunderstood or hated by many. Not exactly bad boys, just &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, that attitude has helped me appreciate other people better. I admit that I sometimes judge people, but I do try my best to find something to appreciate about that person. Because of these "crushes", I've learned to go beyond what I see physically and try to think of something good or find out something special about that person (eventhough at times I myself find them hard to believe.. Hehe). Of course I'm not saying that I'm like that all the time because most of the time I end up still judging that person but still... At least I tried. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110312190584179678?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110312190584179678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110312190584179678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110312190584179678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110312190584179678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110224296223845609</id><published>2004-12-05T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:36:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embers</title><content type='html'>I used to keep a diary and in it were detailed accounts of how my day went. At that time, I constantly had crushes so naturally, most of my diary's pages were filled with stuff aboutthem. Yes, I was once a high school student with silly crushes on older kids. But no, this entry will not be about them. So anyway, I was around 13 or 14 at that time - and very, very shy. Aside from gushing about my new and not-so-new prospects, I also wrote about how I thought life should be and other similar reflections. I wrote freely in it, wrote everything I wanted, when I wanted. My entries in this blog are a far cry from what I wrote in that beat-up little diary of mine. My diary was my best friend. A great part of my early high school years was in it. However, I eventually found new best friends - human beings at that - and wrote less and less in my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved writing. I remember five years ago I used to write poems about love, friendship and God. They were not as good as Poe's but they weren't that bad either (well at least they made sense). I also used to write essays about anything one could fathom and for a while, when I was utterly bored and depressed, I tried my hand at fan fiction. Sometimes I would let a chosen few read my works but most of the time, I kept them to myself. Whether I was at home or in the classroom listening to some boring lecture, I'd always be writing something or at least thinking of writing something. And because of my incessant desire to write, I became good at it (take note of the tense). My English teacher once said in class, out of frustration with some of my classmates, that if she would let me read their works, I would probably be shocked. I forgot how she said it exactly but it went something like that. Needless to say, I felt proud of myself and my writing. I don't know, I just got a kick of out of doing it back then. It was a different kind of high - perhaps you could call it a passion. I wrote not because I had to but because I wanted to. I LOVED writing. For a while I even considered a career in journalism. However, you may have noticed by now that everything's in past tense. Somewhere along my four-year journey through high school, my desire to write had dwindled (along with my grammar. Tsss.). I found myself making excuses not to write (that I was too busy, that I was too tired from choir or play practice, etc.) even when I sometimes had the urge to. I just didn't feel like writing anymore. Sometimes I feel very frustated with myself for letting a once blazing fire turn into mere embers, but a part of me feels glad, too. It's just that things have changed - I no longer found that certain thrill in writing. Instead, I found it tiresome and at one point, cheesy, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I could not figure out why my love for writing had faded. Poems and diaries were no longer appealing to me. From time to time, though, I'd still get a sudden burst of inspiration and then just let my hands do all the work. But that rarely happens - only when I'm very much depressed. And then one night, Ants and I were YM-ing about this and he said that perhaps writing was more of a therapeutic thing for me rather than a passion. I never thought of it that way but I knew he was right. Back when I wrote for the sake of writing, I used to be a very shy person and it took me a while to find a barkada. My self-esteem was practically non-existent, and I preferred to be by myself (even now, I sometimes still feel that way). I turned to writing so I could express how I felt at that time. Like I said, my diary used to be my best friend. My poems were those thoughts which I so badly wanted to say out loud but could not. Through writing I was able to let out everything I could not bring myself to say, I was able to comfort myself and reassure myself that everything would be alright. Through writing, I was able to give some semblance of meaning to my otherwise nondescript existence. And somehow, in some twisted way that up 'til now I cannot really explain, it made me feel better about myself, about being me. My self-confidence began to build up and my insecurities started to fade. They have not faded away completely but at least they are no longer blatant. Writing allowed me to first reinforce the fact that I actually exist, that I have thoughts that I could possibly share with this world, and then it helped me actually share these thoughts with other people. Through writing, I started growing. The more I grew up and broadened my horizons, the lesser I wrote. Come to think of it, I started to lose some interest in writing when I first became a part of our annual school play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing will always have a special place in my heart and I'm always at awe with people who are very good at it. I thought I could become a writer, and for a while I could have, but I guess for me, writing was not meant to be made into a living. And I'm totally fine with it. I'm just glad that if writing was indeed a therapeutic thing for me, it most definitely served its purpose. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110224296223845609?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110224296223845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110224296223845609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110224296223845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110224296223845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/embers.html' title='Embers'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110199615783797394</id><published>2004-12-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:28:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panalangin</title><content type='html'>Let us all pray for the lives of those who have been greatly affected by the super typhoon "Yoyong." I was watching the news earlier this evening and I felt really sorry for those who lost their loved ones to the typhoon, and those who lost their homes and all their belongings. Even though where I live is quite dangerous (especially when there's an earthquake), I am still quite thankful that I live on the 29th floor. The past few days have also made me realize how lucky I am to be living the life that I'm living right now. And I really admire those who have taken the time off to volunteer and put even their own lives at stake just so they can help those who are in dire need of food and/or shelter. Bilib ako sa inyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes today and tomorrow. Normally I'd feel happy about it but at the rate we're going, matatambakan nanaman kami ng super duper daming stuff to do when classes resume. At yung natatamaan na subjects, yung mabibigat pa - Zoo Lab and Biochem. Roar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapit na ang NMAT. Eventhought it's only a formality (for us), I still feel like I need to review to prove to myself that I deserve to be in UPCM. Wala lang... Just challenging myself to give my best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we had this parade kicking off the centennial celebration of the UP College of Medicine. We made ikot lang dito sa area... Ang saya-saya! Nabusog talaga ang eyes namin ni Elaine at Sheng. Mwahahahahaha!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are flickering right now. Reminds me of a horror movie. Scarrryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're gonna have this carolling thingy on Monday, Dec. 13 and Sheng and I are in charge. We're planning on singing 5 songs - 2 love songs, 3 Christmas songs. She sent me a message kanina asking for a Filipino love song na light lang. Mental block. I asked my mum and she began singing "Panalangin" by the Apo Hiking Society. PERFECT!!! It's fun and easy to sing. It's the cutest Filipino, not-too-mushy love song I've ever heard. Gosh I love my mum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a thumb ring kanina for Php 270.00. Quite cheap considering that it is a thumb ring. Also bought a thick head band in order to make my hair look decent because I swear it's out of control nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sheng and I talked on the phone for 3 hours. Haha! We started at 9:30 and ended at 12:30... Actually we started out trying to tabulate the differences between amphibian and mamalian ovaries &amp; oogenesis. When we were satisfied with the things we came up with, we started talking about other stuff... A variety of stuff... Loads of other stuff. Haha. Then after we talked, 'di na ako nakapag-aral for Zoo Lab kasi tinamad na talaga ako. Pero ayos lang, wala namang pasok kaya okay din pala na nag usap lang kami ng nag usap - kahit papano productive din naman yung pag telebabad namin eh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha-di-ha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110199615783797394?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110199615783797394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110199615783797394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110199615783797394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110199615783797394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/panalangin.html' title='Panalangin'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110183387726728878</id><published>2004-12-01T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:57:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappiness</title><content type='html'>Gaaad, I super hate our PC talaga right now. Sometimes I wish I lived during my mum and dad's time when we weren't so computer dependent. I'm trying to do some research for our zoo lab manual so that I can finally finish answering all the questions but our PC's sooooo slow it takes about a minute for the internet explorer window to materialize. Super duper wooper roar!!! I wish I had embryology books *sighs dreamily*. Okay, now that was really dorky. So anyway, it's Sex and the City right now that’s why I'm taking a breather and trying to blog while watching. Alek-sanderrrrrr. Cool. Poor Charlotte. She wants to have a baby but none of her eggs are viable. That's so sad. Really. And goodness! Isn't Smith the sweetest?! Aaaaaaaaawwww... If a guy did something like that to me, I'd marry him right away. Haha! Kiddoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my right arm's a bit numb from Arnis. And if that's not enough, I spent a considerable amount of time doing my Zoology lab manually, i.e. everything was handwritten. As a result, I can no longer feel my right arm and it feels strange to be typing this entry when I can only feel one arm and hand moving. Crappiness. Well at least I'm only left with 5 questions to answer. Yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amistad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night for our STS paper. It was such an eye opener. I think everyone should watch it at least once in his/her lifetime. I found it really interesting and totally relevant even today. Though it was about slavery and the dirty business that was slave trade, a lot of people's rights nowadays are still trampled upon (never mind if they are a far cry from old-fashioned slavery). I mean it all boils down to respect, the Golden rule and our ability as human beings to recognize and respect other people's rights (shit ang dami...haha). I'm sure none of us would want to be deprived of our natural and/or inviolable rights so we should make it a point to give others what is due them (respect their rights, not strip them of what they truly deserve as human beings) in the same way that they should do the same to us. Remember, never do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you. The hell..? I know I didn't make much sense because there's simply a lot of things I wanna say but I can't type them all at once that's why my thoughts are all jumbled up because I wanna squeeze in as much as I can. Whew! But anyway I think you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which again reminds me, I super believe in Karma kaya. What goes around comes around, what comes up must come down. I dunno why but there's something so true (? - dunno the right word) and comforting about it. And I think that it really should exist because whatever would happen to humanity if those people who do bad things are not made to pay for what they've done at some point in their lives? They'd continue doing evil deeds and then a lot of people would get affected in negative ways and then there would be chaos and then destruction and so on and so forth. Haaaaay... Buhay nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird ko talaga. Kasi ba naman, whenever I hear a song no matter how baduy or pangit it is and it just so happens na when I hear that song, something nice happens, I end up liking the song. Gets? Basta. Like "Itsumo" for example. I remember we were in Araneta at that time and I was having the time of my life cheering for the Green Archers and something nakakakilig happened tapos "Itsumo" was playing in the background. Yep, I ended up sorta liking the song. Pathetic, I know, but wala lang. Kasi I've associated it already with a particular event so when I hear the song, I'm reminded of what happened and well, that's it. Another example would be "Ignition (Remix)". I remember hearing it over and over again last year when my mum and I were in Araneta, again, watching UAAP games. Every time I hear it, I'm reminded of how much fun we had watching those games and cheering like crazy for the Archers. Haha. Pati din Confessions. Kasi sometimes me, my mum and my dad watch UAAP games that are scheduled on Sundays - bonding sessions namin. Hehe. Eh my dad really likes Usher, so on our way to Araneta or Philsports, he plays the CD and I end up hearing Confessions over and over again. It reminds me of the UAAP, too. Haaaaay... Ang saya talaga ng UAAP. I watch it regularly even if hindi UP ang nag lalaro at lalo na pag may game ang Archers. Haha. I've missed like what? 3 of their games lang? All the rest I've either seen on television or seen in Araneta or Philsports mismo. Iba kasi talaga ang feeling pag nag watch ka ng basketball game. Natural high... Endorphins... Adrenaline. You name it. Crap, I'm really not making any sense now, am I? Well it figures, it's almost 1 in the morning and I'm so friggin' hungry. Whatever. I love this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta split. Hafta wake up at 6 a.m. for our parade. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110183387726728878?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110183387726728878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110183387726728878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110183387726728878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110183387726728878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/12/crappiness.html' title='Crappiness'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110174102441148753</id><published>2004-11-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T21:11:58.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>Grabe, it has not stopped raining since this morning. Not that I'm complaining. I like the rain especially when I'm inside the house or unit. I dunno why, it just feels nice to curl up on the sofa with a good book and a really nice, warm blanky. And I also like the sound of raindrops on our roof... But since we live in a condo right now, I just like the sound of rain... Falling. There's something so comforting and, oh I dunno, romantic about it. But of course, I'm a hopeless romantic. What do you expect? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be studying or doing something else more productive aside from blogging right now but I just can't bring myself to. We might have a quiz in Zoo Lec tomorrow but here I am, typing away. And then there's our report on avian gastrulation. Still, I'm typing. But that's not it... There's our damned lab manual in Zoo. I really, really, really should be working on it but haaaaay... Well I have found the answers to most of the questions but I'm simply too lazy to put them into writing right now. So, here I am, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Sheng and I made ikot sa mall looking for something yellow for the parade on Wednesday. We both found bright yellow Reebok caps and Sheng bought a kiddie Spongebob necktie. I might buy one tomorrow, along with Elaine and the other ushers. Ang cute talaga! Can't wait for this Wednesday... I just hope it doesn't rain. Otherwise, I'd have to start looking for a yellow umbrella. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the 31st &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tao Rin Pala (TRP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was held last Friday, Nov. 26 at the PhilAm Life Auditorium. It's this annual variety show held by the College of Medicine showcasing the non-medical talents (if there is such a term/phrase) of their students. The theme was Latino Night so naturally, there were a lot of sexy ladies and... Erm... Ricky Martin-ish lads. Even if I missed the second half of the show, I nevertheless had a good time. A lot of med students can really shake their bon-bons and give J. Lo a run for her money. Aside from that, there's this inter-med chorale competition. Class 09, 08 and 07 sang original compositions revolving around the centennial celebration's theme (which I, unfortunately, forgot &gt;_&lt;) - complete with conductor and the four voices (bass, alto, tenor, soprano). All the songs were really good, but I liked 08's song the most. Ang swerte pa nila because since nanalo sila/yung song nila, we'll be singing their song next year when the UP College of Medicine celebrates its centennial year. Astig, diba? Hehe. And by that time, we're already in med proper. Scary... But exciting. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nov. 29, 2004, is a very, very, very happy day indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110174102441148753?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110174102441148753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110174102441148753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110174102441148753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110174102441148753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110165536083197786</id><published>2004-11-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:22:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Milk and Dari Cream Lite on Gardenia</title><content type='html'>My favorite midnight snack. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Am not really in my blogging mood right now but since I've nothing else to do, might as well use up some ATPs and surf the net to death... (Okay, that really sucked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, yes!!! I totally agree with you! Super nakakaasar si Nina! Sobrang TH niya sa bagong video niya... Feeling pretty and nice bod eh hell-ow?! She looked like a timang kaya. No offense to Nina fans out there. Yeah, she has a nice voice but puh-leez... I think the music video would have looked better if the screen remained black - or if she did something else, something more creative and... Basta. I'm sorry, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Christian Bautista. Gosh I hope he's not gay. Nnnggrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day surfing the net for pictures of T-Mac. Haaaaaay... I swear I could spend hours just staring at his pictures. I dunno what's wrong with me. All of a sudden I have this gargantuan (de los Angeles, 2004) crush on an NBA player. First time ever. Sigh. Tracy McGrady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeeeeeez, I sound pathetic. I promise I'll try to come up with more sensible entries but at the moment, please bear with me. May hang-over pa ng TRP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have to make kwento about the TRP some other time. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110165536083197786?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110165536083197786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110165536083197786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110165536083197786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110165536083197786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/fresh-milk-and-dari-cream-lite-on.html' title='Fresh Milk and Dari Cream Lite on Gardenia'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110122452521619786</id><published>2004-11-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T20:29:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>This entry was supposed to be for last Sunday but just when I was about to post it, it freakin' disappeared. I was too furious and tired to retype so naturally, I was not able to put up anything. Anyway, I finally got around to retyping this thing... And I'm gonna do it in bullet form so I won't forget what I'm supposed to say. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost files - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday night while eating my much needed dinner (I was famished - long story), my dad turned on our PC because he wanted to burn some songs. When the desktop thingy finally appeared, was surprised to see that the wallpaper was different and there seemed to be fewer icons than usual. I stopped eating and checked out our computer only to find out that, lo and behold, all my files were gone! They disappeared! Kaput! Nada! All gone... I didn't know what to do. I just stared at our PC, contemplating on whether or not I should just throw a chair at it right then and there. Fortunately, the saner part of me prevailed and I ended up finishing my food (without much gusto) in tears. I was really, really furious because all my term papers, research work, lab reports - EVERYTHING - all decided to disappear. Good thing we had not yet started working on our research paper in STS (Science, Technology and Society) otherwise my groupies would have killed me by now. Moral of the story: back-up your files no matter how reliable you think your PC is. You can never be too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - I saw here video a few days ago in Myx. Which reminds me, I like Myx better than MTV. I dunno why. Anyhoo, I really like her not just because she's a good singer (not necessarily a good performer) but because she seems to be such a simple and down-to-earth person. I mean even if she had slutty clothes on, she wouldn’t look like a slut. Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Santita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - I wasted Php 72.00 on a movie that was so kalat and... Dull. There was nothing remarkable about it - saying lang ang acting prowess in Johnny (?) Delgado. Even Angelica and Jerico's love scene was anything BUT steamy. Ho-hum. Buti pa yung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BCUZ of U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha! I was very much entertained, especially when it came to Sandara's part. She's not the greatest actress but she's funny. And Ge, for the record, Heart looked really good with short hair. Plus she can act ha... I mean she portrayed her role well. Even in Hiram she's doing okay. Basta... Ang saya ng movie. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; here are some of the subjects in this sem that I like primarily because of the professors:&lt;br /&gt;*FCH (Dr. Cordero raks!)&lt;br /&gt;*Zoology Lab (Hail Jaravata!)&lt;br /&gt;*Biochem (Mabait naman si Dean Nicolas so far... She reminds me of my Lola. :D)&lt;br /&gt;*Physics Lec (Okay naman si Prof. de Luna. I don't find her classes boring... As of now.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I don't like the other subjects and/or professors, but wala lang... Iba talaga eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice Conditioner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I like it. It smells good and when I use it, my hair's really soft… Kaya lang mejo buhaghag. Hehehe. Ewan ko ba... Citre Shine's the best so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thai in a Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - I like it there. The food's good, at least for me. My dad and I had lunch there last Sunday. We had crabmeat fried rice, stir fried veggies, fried liempo and scallops in oyster sauce. Yum to the 10th power! Hehe. My stomach was very much satisfied and I had this bemused look on my face the whole time because the waiter that was assigned to our table was so... Robust. Hahaha... Nakakatawa siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pistons vs. Pacers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I think Ben Wallace overreacted when Artest fouled him. I mean hello?! By now he should be used to the fact that basketball can sometimes be a little rough. Buti nga na restrain siya ng referee. Kaya lang this stupid (and perhaps drunk) fan threw a bottle of beer at Artest, causing him to jump into the stands and beat the shit out of that fan. I know it was a very bad thing to do but for crying out loud, Artest is only human. When you're angry and insulted to begin with and you're provoked some more, I doubt that you'll be able to think clearly. Your initial reaction would be to retaliate. I'm not justifying his actions, I'm just saying that the fan was also to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;NBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – I saw a portion of it last Sunday and gosh... It was so much fun! Jason Kidd! Vince Carter! Allen Iverson! Yao Ming!!! TRACY McGRADY!!!! Oh my God!!! Can he possibly get any hotter than he already is??!! He so freakin' rocks!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaayy... So much to do talaga. I just finished doing some research for our Zoo lab manual. We have a quiz pa on spermatogenesis and oogenesis on Thursday and we have to read the handout (which is really loooooooooooooong). Oh well, I should be used to this by now. Pero uuggghhh... Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110122452521619786?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110122452521619786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110122452521619786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110122452521619786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110122452521619786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110061411498585726</id><published>2004-11-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:14:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yao Ming</title><content type='html'>Gosh he's just amazing! I really love his fighting&lt;br /&gt;spirit or whatever it is you call it. He's so&lt;br /&gt;adorable! :D They're playing against the Nets right&lt;br /&gt;now. I hope they win. Something went wrong with his&lt;br /&gt;left elbow when he dunked the ball... I hope it's&lt;br /&gt;nothing serious. *crosses fingers* Basta, I'm so proud&lt;br /&gt;of him! Snaps for Yao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110061411498585726?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110061411498585726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110061411498585726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110061411498585726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110061411498585726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/yao-ming.html' title='Yao Ming'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110059764252599575</id><published>2004-11-16T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:36:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A While, Crocodile!</title><content type='html'>Other similar phrases:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why not, teapot?&lt;br /&gt;2. Sure, manure.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's go, sago.&lt;br /&gt;4. No it's not, coconut.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tara let's, bagets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap ng Steak Sensation sa Planet Pita. Yummmm!!! I was super hungry na talaga kasi kanina and I wanted something not too heavy with meat and veggies. And diba there are times when there's this specific kind of food you wanna eat and you want it to taste exactly the way you imagined it to taste? Well ganun ako kanina and nung pag kain ko ng Steak Sensation, bullseye! Exactly what I was looking for! Kaya now I'm so satisfied.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the PBL right now while typing this entry. Addict Mobile Ateneo vs. Toyota Otis Letran. Go Knights!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! I really wanna buy the black Nike jacket that Kathy's selling. It's soooo nice talaga... And the pink one! Gosh! Cutest thing I ever saw! Pero siyempre I can only afford to buy one (the black one) so I'll show the pink one to my mum when she returns from Cagayan and hopefully she'll buy it. Mwahahahahaha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis talaga kasi Prof. de los Angeles told us that we weren't going to meet tomorrow. Siyempre we were all happy na kasi ba naman 7 a.m. yung class namin. But he had to go and spoil it. He sent us a mail telling us that we can meet after all. Haaaaaaaaay... I mean okay lang naman na I go to school that early pero I hope that the next time he says that we won't meet, wala nang bawian. Aside from the fact that it's super annoying, it might pose as an inconvenience for some (like yung mga umuwi ng QC instead na sa dorm nila kasi 1 p.m. pa naman yung class namin the next day). And what about those who don't have email accounts? Haaaaay... Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread Mondays and Thursdays. Roar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110059764252599575?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110059764252599575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110059764252599575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110059764252599575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110059764252599575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-while-crocodile.html' title='In A While, Crocodile!'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110050039982323055</id><published>2004-11-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:35:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to say THANK YOU VERY MUCH to &lt;a href="http://etherealheaven.blogdrive.com"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt; for teaching me how to put my pic there sa side. Weeeeeeeeee!!! You rak! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go back to school for TRP practice but I unfortunately (or fortunately..hehe) fell asleep right after lunch and woke up at around 2 already (we were supposed to meet at 1). I decided to do some research nalang for Zoo Lec about that Hans Spemann guy and Wolffian whotsit. I wasn't able to find anything on the latter but I did find a 3-page article on Spemann and the ectoderm whotsit of the lens of the tadpole..??? I'm not quite sure but it went something like that. Roar!!! Is it just me, or is Biology 25 just a whole lot better? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee!!! Bought a new phone - Nokia 6600 na may mp3 player. Yeah! Hehe... It's so cuutteee... I super duper to the nth power love my new phone. Yay!!! And if that's not enough, I saw Mac Cardona sa mall yesterday when we bought my phone. Happy day! (Yesterday, I mean...) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110050039982323055?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110050039982323055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110050039982323055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110050039982323055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110050039982323055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110034822488375211</id><published>2004-11-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:17:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my new bloggy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change my bloggy's look kasi mejo messy yung previous one eh. Hehe. I dunno if this is less messy but mas type ko 'to... And besides, it's PURRRRPPPLEEE!!! Yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://stratus03.blogspot.com"&gt;Ge's&lt;/a&gt; 19th birthday party last night and I had so much fun! Thanks, Ge! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put my pic there sa side but I don't know how to. Help... Anyone... *kneels down and begs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110034822488375211?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110034822488375211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110034822488375211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110034822488375211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110034822488375211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-110008751753906854</id><published>2004-11-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:59:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings </title><content type='html'>Gagaya ako sa last entry ni &lt;a href="http://sgt-pepper.blogspot.com"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt; kasi I don't feel like typing a long entry and para naman ma-update yung bloggy blog blog koooooooo... Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheng!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wala lang.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kathy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's okay if mejo late... Hehe. It's the thought that counts, diba? Nyai... Ang labo. Hehehe... Thanks again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ge!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wala lang din... Uuyy... Lapit na berdey mo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sa inyong lahat!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*currently not in the mood to blog about school -- the horror!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-110008751753906854?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/110008751753906854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=110008751753906854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110008751753906854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/110008751753906854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/greetings.html' title='Greetings '/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109964460606123861</id><published>2004-11-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:57:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elevator</title><content type='html'>Stuff the elevator teaches you (especially the ones here in Rob);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when you super wanna rest na and you can't wait to reach your unit on the 29th floor, someone on the 7th floor decides to get on and get out on the 22nd floor. You're getting a bit irritated already since you're tired na but then someone on the 14th floor wants to irritate you some more. He gets on and gets out on the 28th friggin' floor! Do you know how bagal the elevator gets when there's too many stops?! Talk about super duper annoying! But then you've got no choice but to be patient and wait 'til your turn comes. It's not their fault they live on floors lower than yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tolerance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I admit that I am not fond of kids aged 4-9. I find them quite annoying actually, though there are some exceptions. But, since this is a free country and life is unfair, it can't be helped. So there you are, minding your own business in the elevator when a dad and a kid gets on. This little boy is around 7 years old and hyperactive and constantly jumps up and down, making your ordeal even more unbearable. And if that's not enough, the kid seems to be interested in you and starts bugging you by making kalabit and laughing at your face. How you'd love to strangle him to death and throw him out of the elevator but since his father is smiling at his son proudly, there's nothing you can do but simply smile back and restrain yourself from doing something that could earn you a life sentence in jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how to hold your bladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nature calls and your bladder's just about to burst so you rush to the elevator hoping to reach your unit in record time (provided that your lobby doesn't have a restroom). But, since you don't own the elevator, other people have the right to use it, too. Lo and behold, there are around 6 people with you stopping at different floors. Great, just great, especially if you're a guy since you heard that holding your bladder could cause prostate cancer. Crap of all craps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the importance of waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your class is at 7:00 in the morning (let's say Org Chem and Ma'am Yao's your prof - she's always on time and sometimes arrives even earlier) and you leave the unit at 6:55 coz you were too lazy to get your arse out of bed extra early. You hum happily to yourself while waiting for the elevator since school's only 5 minutes away. You get in and wait for it to reach the ground floor but nooooo... It slows down and stops at the 24th floor. Fine. So you're off again and you're tapping your foot... 4 minutes left. It slows down again and stops at the 17th floor. The guy who enters from that floor gets off on the 5th floor. 3 minutes left. Finally, you reach the ground floor and run like crazy to the 3rd floor of GAB but it's too late, Ma'am Yao has already checked the attendance. Lesson of the day: wake up fuckin' early if you still hafta use the elevator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;how to make small talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you get on the elevator with a crushable acquaintance of the opposite sex. Your unit's on the 30th, his on the 34th. Yup, it's gonna be a long ride. You smile at each other and as the door closes, he looks at you expectantly. You smile nervously and quickly get a hold of your cellphone to spare you from saying anything stupid. You sigh in relief as you hear the thingy chime, meaning you're on the 30th floor already. You get out as fast as you can and thank God nothing embarrassing happened. The next day you hear from a friend that your acquaintance wanted to talk to you sana kaya lang you didn't seem interested. Sayang, he thinks you're pretty pa naman. Tagina. So much for first impressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That concludes my semi-senseless entry for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109964460606123861?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109964460606123861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109964460606123861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109964460606123861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109964460606123861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/elevator.html' title='The Elevator'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109957533917216608</id><published>2004-11-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:45:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>A couple of hours ago I sent a message to an old friend asking her how she was and all. I was really excited to hear from her because she and I used to be good friends. We unfortunately lost touch when we moved to Cagayan. This was how our "text conversation" went (if there is such a thing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ey! hw r u n? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her: hus dis?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: gillian...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her: gillian hu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: gillian nacasabog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her: ah..sori. i'm okay. i'm w/ ******* right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: really? say hi to her for me. =) san ka nag aaral ryt nw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her: ******. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ok. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that didn't go quite the way I thought it would. I was hoping she was going to be a bit more, erm, accommodating or enthusiastic but no... Kulang nalang sabihin niya "Pwede ba? Leave me alone." Hello? It's not like I've been making kulit her. It's been ages since we've last talked to each other or seen each other. But I guess ganun talaga, you can't expect old friendships to remain the same especially if you've been apart for quite some time. I was expecting too much. The whole incident's not that big a deal but I have to admit, I was hurt and a bit insulted. We used to have a lot of fun together... We often had sleep overs and stuff like that. I was hoping pa naman we could meet up or something, catch up on old times... But I guess she won't be interested. Whatever. It's okay, I'll get over it. But just so she knows (IF she knows that I'm referring to her, though I doubt that she'll be able to read this), had that happened to me, I would have been a bit more grateful that a long, lost friend actually remembered me and bothered to check up on me. I really was hurt. But like I said, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are some girls just so darn beautiful? You know, those girls who don't have to dress up, put on make up or whatever in order to look good? Nakaka-insecure talaga. And even though there is such a thing as inner beauty, it's different when you're physically beautiful and you know that you are. But then again, if I learned to love myself more then I wouldn't be typing this in the first place. So yeah, gotta give mahself a bit more lovin'. I guess it is true no matter how overused that advise is. I mean when you love yourself and you feel good about being yourself, you exude this certain aura that endears people to you more. There was a time when I was so happy about myself and simply couldn't stop smiling and people kept on telling me "Blooming ka ata" or "You look great" or something like that. It made me feel even better about being me - and that's one of the best feelings in the world! So I guess you don't have to be extraordinarily pretty to actually feel pretty. It's a matter of being comfortable and happy in your own skin, something which I definitely need to work on. But yeah, iba nga talaga if you're physically beautiful to begin with. Whatever, I'm not making any sense right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng and I watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;First Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon. The movie was cute... Definitely a no-brainer and a feel-good movie. The guy, I think his name was James, was soooo sweet! Gosh. But seriously, it made me appreciate my relatively normal life. I wouldn't want to be in the limelight all the time - not being able to be by myself, constantly being followed around by the media, etc. That would be so sad. So I thank God for my life no matter how fucked up it can sometimes get. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been eating much lately because I've got two big wounds on my gums. Crap. Crap. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109957533917216608?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109957533917216608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109957533917216608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109957533917216608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109957533917216608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109953463608713883</id><published>2004-11-04T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:17:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys</title><content type='html'>Sheng and I were supposed to go to the College of Medicine right now so we could already register but Maan sent Sheng a message telling her that 2008 was scheduled for this morning. Roar! Nagising pa ako ng maaga. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc has the biggest crush on Alicia Keys. Tuloy everytime I hear her songs, I'm reminded of him. Haha! But I can't blame him... She's so beautiful! I love her eyes, her hair, her color... Everything! Haaaay naku... She's so lucky. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much to say right now so I guess I'll post some pics nalang. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/kulotaneehs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang Maangas at ang Uliyanin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm kidding. Those are mah homies, Sheena and Paola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/neehs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Sheena in her normal state. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/kulot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's Paola in her... Well, I guess you could call it a normal state. Nyahahaha! Kidding. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109953463608713883?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109953463608713883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109953463608713883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109953463608713883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109953463608713883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/alicia-keys.html' title='Alicia Keys'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109948369749371471</id><published>2004-11-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:52:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macky</title><content type='html'>Remember when I mentioned in one of my previous entries that I received a sign and I'm hoping to do something about it? Well, I did, and now, me and Marc are together again. Hehe. We broke up for a while because I couldn't handle the distance. There never was anyone else, I just couldn't accept the fact that we were so far away. For me, at that time, it was pointless to be in a relationship that doesn't allow us to be together physically because I believe that's important in a relationship no matter how much people say it doesn't really matter as long as you love each other. I didn't buy that crap at that time so I broke up with him. But what really amazed me was the fact that for him, nothing seemed to change. He continued to treat me the way he did when we were still together. During those times when I was depressed and just wanted to cry my heart out (especially when my Lolo Ruben died), he was still there for me even if he didn't have to be. He consoled me, told me everything would be alright. He held me together, and I don't know how I would have gotten through those days when the pressure was just too much if he wasn't there for me. He never stopped being the wonderful person that he always was. Yes, of course he has his shortcomings, but he makes up for them so well in his own little ways. Cheesy as it may sound, though he's imperfect, he's perfect for me. I know I can stand up without him but with him, I can stand even straighter. I don't know how he does it - continuing to be as supportive and kind as ever to me, someone who has been mean to him. I honestly believe I don't deserve him. But he's there, has been and will always be. We've been through so much (and I mean SO much)  in the three years that we've been together. So, when we went home, I decided to give "us" another chance because I know he's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't cry when it was time for him to leave the house but I was not able to keep it. I cried - I cried not just because it was time for him to leave, but because I nearly lost him. I'm still open to the idea of someone new but at the moment, I'm pretty damn glad he's "back" in my life. Gideon once told me that love transcends time and distance. I was skeptical at first, but right now? I would have to agree with him wholeheartedly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/phak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Mac. You rak! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109948369749371471?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109948369749371471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109948369749371471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109948369749371471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109948369749371471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/11/macky.html' title='Macky'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109919807215954524</id><published>2004-10-31T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:52:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinugba, Kinilaw, Greenhills and Jill Valentine</title><content type='html'>Haller! (I'm learning to love this word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my grandparents' place right now and if you wanna know where exactly, in their mini library full of books by Tom Clancy, medical books, and a big thingy with the Oath of Hippocrates written on it. Haaaay... Masarap tumambay dito. I also just finished eating lunch - sinugba na baboy (grilled pork), kinilaw (raw fish w/ vinegar, onions, sili, suha, etc) and nilagang baka (well I think you know what this is). Yummmmmm!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie Sir Roland, Sheena and I watched was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resident Evil: Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Grabe!!! Astig talaga!!! I super like Jill Valentine. She's oh so sexy! And I really enjoyed the movie... Even Sir Roland thought it was okay. Haha. Grabe talaga. I'm not a big fan of action/adventure/whatever... I mean I go for chick flicks and comedies but this... This is a different story. I liked it better than the first one. Mila what's-her-last name totally rocked! I really like how she portrayed Alice in the movie. Basta, for some reasons I totally "clicked" with the movie (the story line, characters, etc.) and I so wanna watch it again. Haha. Ewan ko ba sa akin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Greenhills this afternoon or tomorrow. And no, it's not a shopping center, it's a memorial park. We're gonna visit our loved ones. Sometimes I swear it doesn't feel like a cemetery in Greenhills. It feels more like a park with lotsa people partying. That solemn, spiritual atmosphere is sorta lost because there's music playing all around, tents with people eating their hearts out and lots of guys and girls walking around looking for members of the opposite sex (and hoping to find their crushes). Although at first it might sound like fun, it gets annoying sometimes because it's a cemetery for crying out loud, not a big soiree. I mean it's okay if you meet up with friends and all pero sana naman they respect their and our loved ones and actually pray for them instead of playing really loud music and making tagay to death. Geeeeeezzz... Oh well. It's not like there's something I can do about it. Nyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I downed two bottles of San Mig Light a couple of nights ago and I thankfully did not pass out. I surprisingly liked the taste of it and I'm definitely willing to drink some more. Ayan, may kasama na daddy ko sa tagay. Mwahahahahahaha!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig 'tong mouse ng Papa ko, walang wire. Hehe. La lang, share ko lang. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109919807215954524?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109919807215954524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109919807215954524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109919807215954524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109919807215954524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/sinugba-kinilaw-greenhills-and-jill.html' title='Sinugba, Kinilaw, Greenhills and Jill Valentine'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109886031667162688</id><published>2004-10-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:58:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz</title><content type='html'>Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an internet cafe right now with my cousins. I was checking my mail using my phone this morning and holy crap there were 78 unread mails!!! I said to myself I need to check my mail already or else I'll be having one hell of a time deleting 100+ emails. Several people have also already texted me about the pre-enlistment thingy. Haha! I totally forgot about it... Sooooo... Here I am now in an internet cafe that's quite, erm, dark. Haaaaay... Sobrang init dito sa Cagayan! Shit! Grabe talaga... I feel like melting. As in literally melting. And my pimples are thriving here. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I, along with Sheena, Paola and Sir Roland, will be going to SM to watch a movie or something and to make palamig since it's super init talaga. For the past few days I've had headaches that really wanna make me scream and jump into a pool of ice. Nyaaarrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to find out that someone (or some people perhaps) did something that really hurt and insulted me. They don't know how I feel, but I have a feeling he/she/it/they did "it" on purpose. Talk about good morning. Then when I turned on the shower so I could take a good, long bath to cool my head, only several drops of water came out. Great, just fucking great. And if that's not enough, I saw something (or someone perhaps) in the mall that drained all the blood from my head (or face?). This is clearly not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending the past few days watching t.v. and basically just taking on the role of a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things I've learned so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I found out who my &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;pseudo-true&lt;/span&gt; friends are. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;   2.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;RJ Rizada, Mark Abadia and Yousif Aljamal totally rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   3. I am truly blessed to have people like Marc in my life (one of those people who don't give a damn and is still there for you even if you look and act like shit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   4. Some people who you thought were nice can be total shit heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   5. I miss &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cagayan&lt;/span&gt;. This is weird... I only realized that I miss this place when I got here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   6. Nakaka-miss din pala ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   7. Dogs who wanna score are super annoying. Geeez. Buddy, our maltese-terrier-poodle, has been driving us insane because of his constant desire to, erm, "score" with this other dog (na nasa labas ng bahay namin - my cousin owns the dog kasi and they don't want the dogs in their house so nasa labas lang siya). He keeps on barking and scratching the door and barking again and whining so that he can get out of the house and jump on the bitch. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   8. Walang makakatalo sa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Butcher's Best Barbeque&lt;/span&gt;! Mwahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   9. You just simply can't please everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmmm... I wanna make kwento pa sana kaya lang I'm not in the mood na. The people here are so noisy pa playing Counter Strike. Nyar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109886031667162688?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109886031667162688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109886031667162688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109886031667162688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109886031667162688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/buzz.html' title='Buzz'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109802197782302711</id><published>2004-10-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:09:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>This is the new Philips 855, my dream phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/philips855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in Glorietta yesterday when I went out with my high school friends (Leslie, Yang-Yang, RJ and JJ). It was definitely love at first sight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the simulated drum thingy and the dance revolution for the first time yesterday in Timezone. I had so much fun! Haha! Ma try nga dito sa Rob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, sobrang crush ko si Danny Ildefonso (San Miguel) and Rob Duat (Alaska)!!! Love their bodies... Smokin' hot! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!! (Owkaaay, now that's really sick... Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Cagayan tomorrow. Don't know if I'll be able to blog much there because our PC's busted. Hmph. Oh well, see you when I see you my dearest bloggy blog blog! Mwah!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109802197782302711?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109802197782302711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109802197782302711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109802197782302711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109802197782302711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109795062814180711</id><published>2004-10-17T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T02:26:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wanna kick myself real hard for quitting ballet. I used to attend classes regularly back when I was in kindergarten. When we moved here to Manila, I did not like our instructor (I totally forgot why) so I quit. Then, when we moved to Cagayan (6th grade), I tried attending classes again but found it quite difficult to do so because of the increased work load in school. Now, when I see how good my batch mates in ballet already are, I wanna give myself a good beating for quitting. Haaayyy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s more where that came from. I am a frustrated volleyball player. I fell in love with volleyball back in the 5th grade. My friends in the village where we used to live here in Manila also loved to play volleyball so, consequently, we played amongst ourselves a lot. When we moved to Cagayan in the following year, I played less and less and gradually stopped because the opportunity to play didn’t often come. The flame was rekindled only recently when I was forced to play for our team in Himedsikan. Hehe. I dunno, there is just something so utterly satisfying in hitting the volleyball hard and watching it sail across the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there`s basketball. I love watching basketball games. I grew up watching the NBA because my mum and dad are huge fans of the sport. I remember how I used to cheer so hard for the Phoenix Suns when the played against the Chicago Bulls in one of the championships. My mum`s a huge fan of Charles Barkley kasi eh that’s why I was on their side. Aside from that, my dad used to be a superb basketball player back in his high school and college days and my mum raves about him all the time which makes me feel so proud and makes me want to know more about the sport. Then there`s my height. Since I am quite tall for my age, a lot of people ask me if I`m into basketball. I’m tempted to say yes because I really want to play but of course I cannot because I`m not much of a basketball player. Yeah sure, I can dribble the ball but not so much without tripping on it. Nyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much in love with the piano. I took piano lessons for two years (grade 6-1st year high school) but then I quit because, yes, I wanted to concentrate on school more. Sure, you might say that piano lessons are like what? Once or twice a week only? Yeah, maybe, but then you have to practice or else you will get rusty, and since practice takes precious time, I decided to stop. It really broke my heart but at that time, school always (as in always) came first. College happened and we moved back here to Manila. Since we don`t have a piano here, the lessons are out of the question. So, I chose the guitar instead because 1. it`s cheaper, 2. it`s smaller and 3. it sounds good din. However, the problem with me is, I need someone to supervise me or something while I`m learning, someone whom I can turn to when I`m unsure of what I`m doing, i.e. I need formal guitar lessons. I would like to believe that our schedule in college no longer permits me to have formal guitar lessons but then again, it`s really up to me. I guess right now sleeping is much, much more important than the guitar. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay ewan. Everything`s half-baked. There`s nothing I`m good at or at least something which I can confidently say I can do. It`s truly frustrating. Well I can cook, and I LOVE to cook, but it also needs practice. Sometimes (or often times) the same dish does not taste the same when cooked on different occasions. I mean you can`t expect to be consistent with the quality and/or taste of the dish when you rarely do the cooking. It takes time, practice and lots of money. Cooking, for me, entails consistency, something in that dish which you can identify with, in order for you to truly say (with conviction) &lt;em&gt;I cooked that&lt;/em&gt;. And how can you attain that consistency? Once again, practice (which takes time). It all boils down to TIME. And yes, willingness on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I just typed was triggered by &lt;a href="http://stratus03.blogspot.com/2004/10/camera-and-me.html"&gt;one of Gerald's latest entries&lt;/a&gt;. You should go check it out, it`s quite sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond livid at these pop-ups. I, once again, lost the original version of this entry because of these stupid little things. Good thing I was still able to bring myself to retype the whole thing since I still remember everything. Well actually I skipped the part about my day because nawalan na ako ng gana. Maybe I`ll write about it tomorrow nalang when my anger (or something beyond it) has hopefully subsided. I condemn these pop-ups to death! &lt;strong&gt;ROAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109795062814180711?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109795062814180711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109795062814180711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109795062814180711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109795062814180711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/utterly-frustrated.html' title='Utterly Frustrated'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109786757589535092</id><published>2004-10-16T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T03:12:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing The Shit Out Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057727804_CMyDocumentsyellow.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x89fbf90)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the color yellow.  Happy and all-around&lt;br /&gt;cherrful, you make it your mission to brighten&lt;br /&gt;everybody's day.  You're painfully optimistic,&lt;br /&gt;always making it so that the cloud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp; accurate--with pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hah! Oh really? Painfully optimistic? Yeah right!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/punknames/1041060793_esblueaura.jpg" border="0" alt="blue aura" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your aura shines Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/punknames/quizzes/What%20Color%20Is%20Your%20Aura%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Well... There is some truth in it... Nyahahaha!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1067303250_fairylight.jpg" border="0" alt="ex light" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a fairy. Fairies were the little pixies&lt;br /&gt;that usually lived in the forest with wings&lt;br /&gt;like butterflies and perfect little faces.&lt;br /&gt;they had brown or blonde hair and pale skin&lt;br /&gt;with freckles. They were entergetic, joyful,&lt;br /&gt;playful, very smart, and peaceful. Fairies are&lt;br /&gt;deffinately the most famous of all fantasy&lt;br /&gt;creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20Mystical%20Creature%20Are%20You%3F%20(Pictures)/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Mystical Creature Are You? (Pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Aaawww... That's sweet... How I wish it were true... :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056293396_Ahope.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... hope." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent... hope.You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless&lt;br /&gt;romantic.  You enjoy being creative and don't&lt;br /&gt;mind being alone at times.  You have goals, and&lt;br /&gt;know what you want in life... even if they are&lt;br /&gt;a little far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~That is so true... :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045377151_StuffSmirk.gif" border="0" alt="Smirk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a&lt;br /&gt;little bit cocky and usually associated with&lt;br /&gt;evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You&lt;br /&gt;probably just don't give a damn,but it's&lt;br /&gt;everyone else's fault if you don't because&lt;br /&gt;you're too awesome to have any real faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Astig!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109786757589535092?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109786757589535092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109786757589535092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109786757589535092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109786757589535092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/quizzing-shit-out-of-me.html' title='Quizzing The Shit Out Of Me'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109785032521360620</id><published>2004-10-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:52:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Sale</title><content type='html'>Rob's having a midnight sale today and I just arrived from the mall. Hehe. There are a lot of people down there and I bet they're doing their Christmas shopping already to avoid the rush. I, on the other hand, was not able to buy anything because my mum told me that I should ask my dad to buy and not her so I'll have to wait 'till Sunday. Nyar. But it's okay... I can wait. I can do this. Mwahahahaha!!! Naku I saw pa naman a nice blouse and lotsa pretty jeans in Bobson. And the prices there are relatively cheaper than say, Jag or Bench. Oh well. Patience is a virtue. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe I spent 60% of the day lying down and watching t.v. Good thing my mum asked me to help her look for a gift for my dad because when I dragged my sorry arse out of bed and went down to the mall, LO AND BEHOLD!!! I saw &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/of-piercings-and-ice-cream.html"&gt;basketball player&lt;/a&gt; I've been dying to see for so long. Leche ang tangkad niya!!! It took a while for me to realize that it was him and when my brain was finally able to comprehend, I was a bit disappointed with what I saw. Haha! Ewan, basta. Iba talaga when you see someone in person... It's hard to explain. May powers ang t.v. Mwahahahaha! Anyway, ayun, he disappeared and I waited for my mum near Cinnzeo. After a while I saw him again, this time with a chinita chick who was wearing a red miniskirt. Eh I think they were planning to watch a movie... Kawawa yung girl, manginginig ng sobra-sobra. Hehe. Pero in fairness, she's pretty. Well you know, the usual chinita girl na maputi and long and straight yung hair. Why do most guys go for those types of girls? Huh?! I'm not saying it's bad, it's just that magaganda din naman kaming mga morena ah! Haha! Yabang... Pero gets? What is with them? What's so special about them? I'm just curious, that's all. And no, I'm not bitter. If hindi pretty yung girl then maybe I'll be a teensy weensy bit indignant but she's okay eh kaya ayos lang. Haha. Ang feeling... Shit. Don't mind me. Just a bit overwhelmed that I actually saw &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;I also saw Japoy Lizardo (the GenTxt guy) in Bobson. He's so short pala - I'm like 3 inches taller than him! Tsk tsk tsk. Sayang, he's cute pa naman. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the wild blueberry tea in &lt;strong&gt;Cha-a&lt;/strong&gt; and it tasted like prunes. Nyar. I dunno... I wanna try the chamomile, jasmine and peppermint. I also wanna give yoga a try. Hehe, ang labo. My mum's into it kasi eh and she's always raving about it, about how refreshing and invigorating it is (all those endorphins)... It won't hurt (figuratively) to give it a try, right? Hmm... What else? Ay, I also want formal guitar lessons. Shit ang dami ng gusto kong gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for sending me a sign today. I just hope I do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109785032521360620?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109785032521360620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109785032521360620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109785032521360620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109785032521360620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/midnight-sale.html' title='Midnight Sale'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109776664507804860</id><published>2004-10-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:10:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>Whoever came up with that phrase must have had regular facials. Holy crap, it freakin' hurts like hell!! My mum had been trying to convince me to get a facial for quite some time now but I vehemently refused for like a thousand times. I don't know what in Dumbledore's name came over me this afternoon that I finally conceded and boy did I have the time of my life. I nearly cried because it was soooooooooooooooooo freakin' painful! Nyaaarrr... But then again the pain didn't last for long and afterwards, I felt so, erm, clean. Basta, napaka refreshing talaga ng feeling especially when they removed the facial mask (which is the last part of the whole ceremony/process/whatever). So even if I'll be complaining nonstop about how much it hurts, I think I'll still go through the entire process for the sake of my poor, pimply face. Hey, anything for my self-esteem! Mwahahahaha!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOATHE THESE BLOODY POP-UPS!!! I wanna start an anti-pop-up campaign so that these annoying things will disappear from the face of the Earth (or at least our PCs). Bwahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://sgt-pepper.blogspot.com"&gt;Kathy's&lt;/a&gt; entry today... Something about the news. Oo nga, whenever I watch the news, I always end up being totally depressed. Eh hello? Ikaw ba naman makinig about high prices and more corruption, hindi ka ba ma dedepress? And then there was this one time when they featured a sexy actress who got a boob job because her boyfriend broke up with her... I was like, what the fuck?! They actually think that's news worthy? I mean if they ran out of topics/news, why not feature the skills of the Filipino people? Or the jeepney as a functional art? There are lots of other MORE news worthy stuff out there than Kris Aquino's American admirer (for Christ's sake!). These things are usually those that we take for granted, the things that are around us everyday but which we fail to notice... What about the wood carvings? Or the colorful festivals of the provinces? Or Filipino cuisine? At times like these, we need all the moral boosters we can get no matter how small or mundane because even in some small way, it makes us feel good (or at least I do) about being Filipinos despite our deteriorating condition. I know there are cultural shows (is that what you call them) that feature the different provinces of the Philippines but they're not shown everyday and since relatively more people watch the news than the previously mentioned shows, why not insert a tiny feel-good portion, diba? We should not forget how abso-blood-lutely wonderful our country and people are! Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mind me... I am in my ranting mode today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must eat... My stomach is craving for food... My endolymph is still moving... Nyarrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109776664507804860?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109776664507804860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109776664507804860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109776664507804860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109776664507804860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109769178732956970</id><published>2004-10-14T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:23:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sung by Ronan Keating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,&lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted,&lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.. I hope you dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance,&lt;br /&gt;Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin',&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin',&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some Hell bent heart leave you bitter,&lt;br /&gt;If you come close to sellin' out reconsider,&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.. I hope you dance..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.. I hope you dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wants to look back on their years&lt;br /&gt;and wonder where those years have gone.)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;Dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.. I hope you dance..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance.. I hope you dance..&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wants to look back on their years&lt;br /&gt;and wonder where those years have gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I could learn a thing or two from this song. Maybe I should sing this to myself more often. Hehe... :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109769178732956970?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109769178732956970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109769178732956970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109769178732956970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109769178732956970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I Hope You Dance'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109769100515779369</id><published>2004-10-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:10:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredome-osity and Its Effects</title><content type='html'>I swear I am so freakin' bored right now that is why I am reading other people's blogs and eating strawberry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dizzy from the earthquake. Bakit kaya? Does that mean my endolymph's still moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've nothing else to say about my day (aba, nag rhyme!), I will share with you one of the more touching activities in our IPC (Introduction to Patient Care) class. No, we do not visit the patients in PGH nor do we have lectures about CPR. It's similar to the Values Education classes we used to have back in high school (I miss Sir Leo) only this time, we (the students) do most of the talking/sharing/whatever. I used to complain a lot about having to go to school on Wednesdays to attend IPC when in fact I could be sleeping or studying (ick) but eventually I learned to enjoy and treasure our sessions. In our last meeting, each one of us was asked to think of an object that would show the essence of each one of our group mates (there are 10 in each group). Once we had all come up with our answers/objects/whatever, one by one we were asked to sit in front of the group and listen to what our group mates had to say. Here are the objects/stuff/whatever that supposedly represent my essence (according to my wonderful group mates - miss you guys!). Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos - a Jack in the Box&lt;br /&gt;Gideon - St. Peter's Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;Anne - a shield&lt;br /&gt;Elaine - stilettos&lt;br /&gt;Aatz - a corset&lt;br /&gt;Jazel - a diary&lt;br /&gt;Val - a lake&lt;br /&gt;Tippee - a lake&lt;br /&gt;JM - a flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, sobrang na touch talaga ako sa explanations nila. They really made me feel a whole lot better about myself. I've always considered myself an insecure person but from what they had said, I think I actually believe in myself more than I think I do. Thanks, groupies! And thanks Imed for restoring my faith in myself... =) Mwah! Love you all! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owwkaaay, that's enough mush for one night (or morning since it's 2:10 a.m. already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home on Monday. Gosh, wonder what I'm gonna do in Cagayan...? Well sure, there's Marc, Sheena and Paola but it's not like I'll be with them everyday since Sheena and Paola still have to serve their extensions (long story). Hmmm... Maybe I could go to St. Mary's and make kulit my high school teachers. Nah, they'd probably kick me out of the campus. I could always sleep... Or maybe... A food trip? Mwahahahaha! Why not, diba (teapot)? I mean the food in Cagayan is waaaaaaaaaaaaay cheaper than any restaurant here in Rob. Yeah, a food trip sounds good. Hello, calories! Nyarrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my grammar is deteriorating. Must be because of all those damned benzene rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109769100515779369?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109769100515779369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109769100515779369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109769100515779369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109769100515779369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/boredome-osity-and-its-effects.html' title='Boredome-osity and Its Effects'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109767160564462899</id><published>2004-10-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:46:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisoria</title><content type='html'>Punyeta I hate these pop-ups talaga. I was about to finish typing my entry na sana when all of them popped-up (hehe) and as I tried to close the windows, na close ko pati etong sa blog ko. Gggrrrr... Stupid, good for nothing pop-ups. Curses!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I also just finished editing the template of Sheng's blog. I'm html-illiterate pa naman so there was a lot of guesswork involved. Hehe. Pero okay lang naman, cute yung labas - at least for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Divisoria this afternoon to do some shopping and boy did I have fun! I was able to buy lots of earrings and bracelets kasi everything's super cheap. Exaj talaga! I mean a pair of those flower earrings cost Php 50 in Rob pero sa Divisoria, one dozen pairs na yun! Grabe talaga ang patong diyan sa Rob... Niloloko tayo! Hehe. Joke lang. Tapos going there's easy because it's just one jeepney ride away. Ayos diba? Pero if hindi ka mahilig sa shopping AND  you can't stand dirty and crowded places, then I guess Rob will do. *smirk* Pero basta, ang saya-saya talaga dun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, diba? May music na ang bloggy blog blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Ano pa ba? Oh yeah, may tattoo ako sa wrist ko. Of course it's temporary... My mum would kill me if totoo 'to! Hehe. And kanina din sa Divisoria I saw lots of belly rings (is that what you call them? *shrug*). I really wanna have my belly button pierced!!! Waaaaaaaaaaah!!! Pero that means dapat midriff yung uniform ko next year (assuming that I pass the second sem)? Nyai... Tapos dapat pati lab gown ko midriff? Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap talaga ng milk tea (Nai Cha) ng Chowking!!! I can't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough nonsense for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109767160564462899?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109767160564462899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109767160564462899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109767160564462899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109767160564462899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/divisoria.html' title='Divisoria'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109759424388514537</id><published>2004-10-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:01:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Piercings and Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>I wanna have my belly button pierced. Hehe. Wala lang, I find it quite sexy. We were watching this show kasi kanina on ABC and the host had her belly button pierced. I casually mentioned to my mum about me wanting one, too. She said it's okay as long as the clothes I wear will show &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Eh we're gonna be in med proper na next year (hopefully kasama ako dun..hehe) kaya sayang din, diba? Pero kahit na... Ang cute kasi eh. Lol. I know, I know, I sound really weird. Palagi naman eh.. But hey, that's what my bloggy blog blog is for. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought... When something's meant for you, does that mean that you won't actually do anything to get it? I mean, when people say na "if it's meant for you, then it's meant for you", does that mean you just wait for it to come and not take the extra effort to actually get it or make it happen? Is that how life works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is soooo lucky. Yesterday she saw this basketball player who I've been dying to see in person since, well, the start of the UAAP season. She kept on telling me how gwapo he was and all and I'm pretty sure I was literally green with envy. Hmph. Nakakainis... She was asking pa naman if I wanted to go with her sa supermarket to do the groceries. I declined since I was SUPPOSED to study for the finals (pero wala rin since natulog lang ako..hyukhyukhyuk). Naku kung sumama ako eh di sana nakita ko na siya. Haaaaaaaaaay talaga naman oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strawberry ice cream of Arce Dairy is yummy to the nth power. Not too sour, not too sweet... Just right. The taste isn't too "artificial" either... Basta. Tamang-tama lang talaga ang pagka strawberry niya. I never used to like strawberry flavored ice cream but because of Arce Dairy, I am now a huge fan. Hehe. =) (Aba, dapat bayaran na ako nito...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to &lt;em&gt;Change the World &lt;/em&gt;by Eric Clapton right now. Wala lang, it's nice. Very soothing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang naninibago ako na walang ginagawa. Ang weird ng feeling... Hehe. But I'm not complaining, I'm just not used to having all this free time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... That's pretty much it for now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109759424388514537?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109759424388514537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109759424388514537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109759424388514537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109759424388514537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/of-piercings-and-ice-cream.html' title='Of Piercings and Ice Cream'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109757940514198649</id><published>2004-10-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:10:05.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy Makeover</title><content type='html'>Grabe, I've been working on my bloggy blog blog since 3 this afternoon and until now, it's not yet done. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! I wanna cry na talaga. There's something wrong pa with the chatterbox thingy... I dunno... I can't see what I'm typing. Huhuhuhu... I do hope may color coordination etong blog ko. Haaay my head aches na talaga but no, I will continue working until mabulag na ako. Mwahahahaha! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I effing passed ORGANIC CHEMISTRY! Hah! 2010 pa rin... Yeaaahhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109757940514198649?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109757940514198649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109757940514198649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109757940514198649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109757940514198649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/bloggy-makeover.html' title='Bloggy Makeover'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109746880708738331</id><published>2004-10-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:26:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Org Chem</title><content type='html'>Grabe, nasa enantiomers pa lang ako. I have yet to review all the reaction mechanisms. Huhuhuhu... Bwisit kasi na non-dep yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people have to shout "Get that ball!" instead of "Defense"? They sound like kids who want to take another kid's candy and not supporters of real basketball players. I mean this is basketball not agawan base. Geeeeezzz... It's so irritating talaga. Talk about immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee!!! I have discovered the wonderful world of PBA. Mwahahaha!!! Ang galing-galing ni Olsen Racela at Mike Cortez. Hindi ko pa nakikita si Ren Ren Ritualo maglaro and I don't think I'd want to kasi kasama niya si Wesley Gonzales sa FedEx. Sorry nalang talaga but I am not fond of the latter. Nyarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, yun lang for now. Gusto ko lang mangulit. Hehe. Need to split kasi I have to call PAL and have our tickets booked. Yippee!!! ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109746880708738331?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109746880708738331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109746880708738331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109746880708738331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109746880708738331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-org-chem.html' title='I Love Org Chem'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109732907728165707</id><published>2004-10-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:37:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>Putang ina until now I'm dizzy from that damn earthquake last night. I was about to fall asleep when suddenly the bed started shaking. I looked at my mum who was still about to enter the bathroom, eh hindi siya nag react so I said nothing muna. After a while, hindi pa rin nag stop yung pag shake kaya I asked "Mum, lumilindol ba?" and dun niya lang napansin. Lumabas kami ng kuwarto at narinig ko na ang creaks ng aming furniture. Dahil sa medyo inaantok pa ako at foggy pa ang aking brain (as always), agad kaming lumabas ng unit at bumaba papuntang ground floor gamit ang oh-so-wonderful STAIRS! Leche. Napagod din ako ha. I mean hello?! In the first place we were just supposed to stay put and avoid falling objects (according to PHIVOLCS). So there I was, sa lobby, wearing an oversized t-shirt na may malaking baboy sa harap and blue shorts na may mga pusa. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, until now (like now while typing this entry) I'm still dizzy. Eh ikaw ba naman bumaba from the 29th down to the ground floor na lumilindol ng malakas. Note to self: stay put the next time there's an earthquake and wear something more presentable when going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay... Haven't started studying for Chem yet. Oh well, may the good Lord help us. Sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'd rather be here than on land...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109732907728165707?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109732907728165707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109732907728165707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109732907728165707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109732907728165707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109716466601126034</id><published>2004-10-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:57:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mga Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/angmgacute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hep, hep, hep... Huwag nang umangal. Blog ko 'to. Mwahahahahahaha! Jowk lang. Bangag ako right now, don't mind me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109716466601126034?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109716466601126034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109716466601126034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716466601126034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716466601126034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/ang-mga-cute.html' title='Ang Mga Cute'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109716417175517010</id><published>2004-10-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:49:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Sansie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/mesansie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute ng costume ko noh? That is actually a SKIRT na ginawang dress na tinalian nalang ng belt para mag mukhang dress. Wekekekek. Ang gulo. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109716417175517010?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109716417175517010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109716417175517010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716417175517010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716417175517010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-and-sansie.html' title='Me and Sansie'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109716334069016230</id><published>2004-10-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:35:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/IMG_0291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109716334069016230?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109716334069016230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109716334069016230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716334069016230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716334069016230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/master-at-work.html' title='The Master at Work'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109716318524193282</id><published>2004-10-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:41:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture-Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/gillibeanmanok/IMG_0284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sansie, my pet flower. Haha. Don't ask, I ran out of names. Geeeezzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109716318524193282?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109716318524193282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109716318524193282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716318524193282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109716318524193282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-picture.html' title='Picture-Picture'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109707284680889810</id><published>2004-10-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:36:05.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Over Yet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was awake for 22 hours! Why subject myself to such torture? Duh. Like I had any choice. Tuesday night I was dead tired from play rehearsals and the 2 exams in Physio which we had in the morning (ghastly exams..bbrrrr). So instead of studying for the 3rd dep exam in Physics, I fell asleep as soon as I finished eating dinner. Good thing I set the alarm at 3:30 a.m. and I studied until 6:30. Grabe, talk about cramming! After the exam (which was from 7:30-9:30 kasi late na nag start), we went straight to Class '72 theater for &lt;strong&gt;Sinosisans&lt;/strong&gt;. We weren't able to start practicing and setting-up right away since some other class was using it. Finally, at around 10:30 we were able to go in and start setting-up. Ate lunch at around 11:30 but finished only about 3/5 of my cheeseburger. Dunno why but lately, wala na talaga akong gana kumain. Sabi ng mum ko baka in love daw ako... Tsss... Wish ko lang. Haha! Anyhoo, we started practicing at 1 pm na, then the play started at around 2:30 p.m. It was fun, the audience was very responsive, and it really encouraged us a lot to give our best. After the first show, everyone was exhausted. Pero di pa tapos, may second show pa. Exaj! Dragged my butt to the backstage at around 5:45 p.m. and waited for the other people to realize that we were about to start. I nearly fell asleep while waiting for my part but luckily, I managed to make myself fully awake as soon as I walked on stage. The 6 p.m. crowd wasn't as, erm, encouraging as the 2 p.m. crowd at first but later on, they started laughing (or giggling?). After the show, some of us went to Burger King for dinner and then finally, umuwi na ako. I was gonna sleep na sana kaya lang my mum told me that Mac Mac and Joseph Yeo were going to be featured in &lt;strong&gt;Pipol &lt;/strong&gt;so I forced myself to stay awake until the end of the show (which was like around 1:15 I think. I'm not sure coz blurry na talaga paningin ko..Hehe). Finally, finally, finally, nakatulog na rin ako. Mwahahahahaha! Woke up this morning at around 11:oo with a stiff neck. Got up to eat lunch and then fell asleep again until 5:30. Haaaay ang sarap matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, can't believe tapos na yung play. I'm gonna miss the practices... Promise. Masaya kasi eh kahit na sobrang dami ng gagawin. Nakakawala ng stress. Oh well... All good things must come to an end. Wekekekek. I was gonna post some pictures sana kaya lang I can't seem to upload them. Sige lang, I'll try to post them as soon as I figure out what's wrong with the, erm, site where you upload the pictures. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi pa tapos ang lahat... May Physics Lab at Chem finals pa. Huhuhu... Naiiyak na ako pero hindi, kaya ko 'to. I've been through this before sa Chem 14. Yung nakakainis kasi ay hindi ka naman talaga bagsak. I mean, lahat ng dep ko ayos lang naman. Di lang talaga umabot sa exemption. Leche naman kasi yung mga non-dep eh. Pahamak. Haaaayyy buhay... Basta kahit 50% lang, ayos na. Ayoko na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parang ikaw -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulad ka ng isang bituin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikaw ay ilaw sa dilim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa aking buhay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagbibigay ng kulay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay... If he only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109707284680889810?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109707284680889810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109707284680889810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109707284680889810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109707284680889810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-aint-over-yet.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Over Yet'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109654606553909398</id><published>2004-09-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:12:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure</title><content type='html'>Punyeta. I've been trying to view my blog for the past 15 minutes and all that appears on my screen is the upper portion of my friggin' blog. I hope after I type this entry I will finally see the rest of my blog or else I'm gonna throw a tantrum. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, LaSalle won game 3! I really thought they weren't going to reach the finals but lo and behold, they are the champions of UAAP season 67. Tssss. I was kinda cheering for FEU but it's okay... They put up a good fight. My poor, poor RJ Rizada. Huhuhuhu... He tried so hard. Oh well, there's always next year.Ü But honestly, I never expected the Archers to get the crown. I didn't think it would be impossible, I just didn't expect they'd actually win... Gets? Hehe. Whatever, basta, they won and my mum's ecstatic. She watched the game in Araneta... Exaj! How I envy her... But oh well, benzene rings over Mac-Mac! Hihihi.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be happy or irritated that everything got moved to next week. The data sheets are due on Monday, along with our Hum 1 final exam instead of tomorrow, our Physio lab exam (which was supposed to be today) was also moved to Monday, together with our Physio lec exam (with only a 1-hour break in between) and our exam in Physics lab was moved to Saturday next week. Haaaayyy... You think I'll live to be in the play this coming Tuesday? Hehe. Jowk. I wouldn't want to let our class down by not turning up for the play if I suddenly died right after all the exams on Monday. Wekekekek. Wishful thinking. =þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sem's almost over. I can't believe how fast time flies. One more sem to go and we'll be in med proper. Freaky. But before that, we have another dep exam in Org Chem on Saturday. Waaaaaaaahhhhh!!! I really, really, really, really, really hope I pass the exam. Better yet, I hope I get a score that exempts me from the final exams. It would be horrendous if I'd have to study EVERYTHING all over again. Noooooo... But oh well, mag finals man ako or hindi, I don't care as long as I bloody pass this damn subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the "serious" mode right now so I'm in no condition to blog anything meaningful. Hehe... Oh well, need to split. I've got a date with my oh-so-lovely Org Chem module. Ta-ta! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time for me to tell that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been keeping me warm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109654606553909398?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109654606553909398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109654606553909398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109654606553909398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109654606553909398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/unsure.html' title='Unsure'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109629991219250485</id><published>2004-09-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:21:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Hell</title><content type='html'>I guess that pretty much sums up life in Intarmed right now. There's just so much to do I don't know how I'm going to manage. But it's silly, really. Here I am complaining about having so much to do yet I'm blogging and wasting precious time. Mwahahahaha! Wala lang, I just don't feel like doing the data sheets right now. I actually just finished writing down the titles of the experiments in Physics lab and their respective materials. But that was just like, what? 15 minutes? Haha. How productive. Haaaay... I know I'm going to regret this later on but at least it will compel me to get my arse out of this computer chair and start working on those data sheets or Hum1 questions. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just also finished applying calamansi juice on my face and I'm waiting for it to dry up. Now I smell like, well, calamansi juice. Haaay... The things I have to do to obliterate, destruct, remove, erase, eradicate, and-other-similar-verbs these pesky pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always considered myself a weak person. I mean there are times when even if I already feel so harassed or irritated or exhausted, I still can't refuse someone (or something?) because I don't have the guts or the heart. And believe me, there are times when I want to kick myself hard for not standing up for myself but I can't help it - I'm just not that assertive (aba, may na tutunan din pala ako sa IPC..hehe). But seriously, I avoid confrontations even if I know I'm right because I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle it or that I'll break down or give up or that I'll have a mental blackout. And it gets really, really frustrating. Pero ewan, I guess it's also because of the way I've been brought up and the environment I grew up in. My dad is one of the calmest people you'll ever meet. He rarely gets mad or raises his voice. In fact, I don't think he ever raised his voice at me. If he's hurt or happy or angry, you won't notice unless he tells you because that's just how he is. Then there's my mum. Sure, she's a bit more, erm, vocal than my dad but only to me. To other peple, she's very accommodating and friendly and she never, ever holds grudges because she doesn't want any trouble (who does?). My cousins, too, are not fond of confrontations. They'd rather just ignore whatever it is that bothers them or find other ways to resolve the issue (how, I do not know). Even my grandparents are relatively mild-mannered. My Mama (my mum's mom) is always smiling and laughing, that is why even if she's already 69, she still looks like she's in her 50's. My Papa (my mum's dad) is the shy-type, the kind who prefers to stay out of the limelight. See? I know just because they're like that doesn't mean I have to be like them, too, but gets? Yun na kasi yung nakasanayan ko eh, yun yung "comfort zone" ko or something like that. I don't want to break away. Ewan ko ba, I'm just really afraid of fights or conflicts that's why I just shut up most of the time even when I'm really hurting inside. Oh well, I have my whole lifetime to work on that. I don't wanna be a warfreak, of course not, but I don't wanna be a doormat either. Pero in fairness ha, I'm already learning how to say no. Initially I feel guilty when I refuse someone but later on, I feel damn proud of myself. Hehe. Hay naku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second entry for today. Halata bang hindi nag-aaral? Wehehehe... But I'm going to work on the data sheets after this... Na kokonsensya na kasi ako eh. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya ganito ang buhay, no? Hehe.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go. Need to wash this gunk off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In life I know there's lots of grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your love is my relief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for someone, though I don't think he/she/it realizes it (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109629991219250485?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109629991219250485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109629991219250485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109629991219250485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109629991219250485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/bloody-hell.html' title='Bloody Hell'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109628225612804591</id><published>2004-09-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:39:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://stratus03.blogspot.com"&gt;Ge's&lt;/a&gt; blog (check it out, too) and decided to promote our play as well. Hehe. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/sinosisans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: October 5, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 2 p.m. (matinee) and 6 p.m. (gala)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Class '72 Theater, Calderon Hall, College of Medicine, University of the Philippines, Manila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tickets are sold at Php 20 each. If you're interested, kindly email me at &lt;a href="mailto:gillian.michele@gmail.com"&gt;gillian.michele@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI: The poster was made by Gerald and Ants *clap clap clap* And this is the first time I'm going to sing and dance in public BY MYSELF. Good Lord, help me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="172" src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/macme3.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi po kayo naduduling. That is Mark Cardona of the DLSU Green Archers sitting beside me. Wala lang, share ko lang.Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/buddy3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is Buddy, the cutest, bestest, most lovable pet in the whole wide universe! Sniff. I miss this damn dog. Haaaaaaaaaaay... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grabe, talk about toxic. This is the last week of the 1st sem and next week is finals week already. Ang dami-daming gagawin! Let me share my schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 30 - Physio Lec quiz; Physio Lab last dep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 1 - submission of Hum 1 final exam; practical exam in Physics Lab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2 - Org Chem last dep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 4 - Physio lec last dep; submission of data sheets for ex. 9, 10, 12, 13, 16 &amp;amp; 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 5 - &lt;em&gt;Sinosisans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna cry!!! Exaj talaga yang Physics lab... We have to memorize ELEVEN friggin' experiments because we don't know which one we're going to perform by ourselves. My buddy told me that it's better if I also memorize our data. Just fuckin' great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday to my beloved bestfriend, Rachel Sheena C. Lao. I miss you!!!Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Saturday, September 25, 2004, was Sheng's birthday and she celebrated it at McDonald's. Ang cute! Hehehe... We sang her that McDo birthday song with the accompanying actions. Then, there were parlor games and lotsa food! It's been a while since I've had that much fun. Meron pang loot bags! Ang cute talaga nung stuff kasi Winnie the Pooh yung theme, eh I like Pooh pa naman sooooooooo much. Hehe. Ü Here's a picture of Grimace (and a bit of that bird mascot whose name I bloody forgot). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/grimace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O diba ang cute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~♀~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry ang gulo ng blog ko ngayon. Ewan ko ba, there's something wrong with this thing, I can't seem to put spaces in between my paragraphs. Oh well, was planning to blog something meaningful pa naman kaya lang nawalan na ako ng gana. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109628225612804591?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109628225612804591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109628225612804591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109628225612804591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109628225612804591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/hanging.html' title='Hanging'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109586362446180779</id><published>2004-09-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:33:44.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity and Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I say the most ridiculous things that make me wonder what friggin' planet I'm from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had our last meeting in Karate yesterday. Made a total fool out of myself during the finals because I had a somewhat bemused look on my face while performing the Katas. I must have looked like someone who wanted to go to the loo. Ick. I'm going to miss Sir Dadz. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crappity crap crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supposed to do Physio report but here I am blogging. Oh goodie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have another quiz in Physio lec tomorrow about respiration. Nggrrr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to strangle myself to death right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely LOATHE these stupid, annoying, irritating, good-for-nothing, useless pop-ups!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa panaginip nalang pala kita maisasayaw...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109586362446180779?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109586362446180779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109586362446180779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109586362446180779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109586362446180779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupidity-and-beyond.html' title='Stupidity and Beyond'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109565353609340066</id><published>2004-09-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:16:05.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>We watched the game yesterday and thank God La Salle won! Haha! I really thought they were going to lose game one but luckily, they had Mr. Cardona in their team. He played pretty well yesterday, and I was cheering like crazy. What made me even crazier was the fact that I was seated in Ateneo's side because my dad was with us. He even got a blue balloon and a GO ATENEO-piece-of-cardboard that I grudgingly agreed to hold up. Plus, he managed to get a blue shirt with a big, fat letter A right smack in the middle. Since I was practically freezing to death and I had no sweater (silly me), I had to wear the shirt. So there I was, wearing an Ateneo shirt and holding a GO ATENEO cardboard looking as blue as can be while cheering my heart out for the Archers. Some of the people behind us must have felt like pushing me off the blacony or whatever you call that place but what the hell, this is a free country. I can do whatever I bloody want. Nyahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm not that big a fan of the Archers anymore. I was even considering ditching the game and watching it nalang on television but as I've previously said, my mum had to line up for three hours just to get the ticket because she really wanted to watch the game. Wawa naman mum ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I''m proud of the UP Pep because they did not resort to the bouncing-guys routine. I mean seriously, what is so impressive about guys bouncing up and down in the middle of the court chanting God-knows-what? I'm not saying it's ugly, I just don't find anything remarkable or entertaining about it/them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished our documentation paper in Hum 2 in two days. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I'm feeling particularly cynical today because I barely got to sleep and we've got another quiz in Chem tomorrow which, by the way, I have not yet started studying for. Oh goodie. I really hope I pass. Kahit singkwenta lang, Lord, ok na. I'll be euphoric, even. Haaaaayyyy... Bakit pa kasi na imbento yung Chem. Ngggrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109565353609340066?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109565353609340066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109565353609340066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109565353609340066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109565353609340066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109550420789299269</id><published>2004-09-18T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:36:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/Dan/youngestseeker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you should know by now that I am just kidding. Wish ko lang. Haha!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing the guitar since four this afternoon. My fingers hurt but I have nearly mastered &lt;em&gt;Torete &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Sway. &lt;/em&gt;Weeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a pseudomusic-critic. Nyahahahaha! I've been trying to analyze these damn songs for our Hum 2 paper while pounding on our mouse because of all these fucking pop-ups! Gaaawwwdddd... How do you get rid of these annoying things??! I mean seriously, I could really strangle our PC our right now. Good thing I managed to finish my part despite the, erm, interruptions. My head is throbbing, but I'm okay because I gobbled up 4 vegetarian pizza slices and a whole box of potato tots (Domino's Pizza). Ang lakas ko kumain noh? Wala lang, lately my appetite has been massive, much to my mum and dad's delight. They've been trying to persuade me to eat more because I'm all bones. Well they're lucky because my appetite seems to agree with them. I think I've gained weight. No, wait, scratch that. I KNOW I've gained weight. Haha. And my mum's ecstatic because she says I look better pag may "meat" daw ako. That does not sound right. Lol.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a car even if I walk to school everyday. And I don't want a car just for the sake of having one (although that's one reason, too. Mwahahahah!). Kawawa kasi yung mom ko eh. Ang dami niyang gustong puntahan na places here sa Manila, lalo na sa weekend, kaya lang she can't go because ayaw niyang mag commute mag-isa or tinatamad siya. Poor mummy, laging andito sa unit with nothing to do but watch t.v. and exercise sa gym. I've been trying to get her to work, and she wants to, but my dad won't allow her because he wants her to be with me. That's why she's so keen on watching the UAAP games in Araneta or Philsports because she has nothing else to do. Even if it totally breaks my heart when I'm not able to join her, hindi na rin ako maka angal kasi wawa naman mummy dearest ko. Hehe. Hay naku, if I only had the money, I'd let her travel around the world because I know she would love to. So, how do I make that happen? By passing Organic Chem, dammit! Haha. That's motivation for you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we're going to be in med proper already next year. My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are going to UP Diliman tomorrow for their finals in Philippine Games. I wanna go but I can't. Hehe. Ang labo. Speaking of finals, we're going to have our final exams in Karate on Tuesday. Dear me. I do hope I won't forget the "routines" that Tippee and I have already made. We're supposed to apply what we've learned this sem - all the blocks, punches and kicks - and then perform them in front of Prof. Cantomayor. Scary but what the hell, kaya namin 'to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go. We're going down to the mall, as usual. I swear, I know every nook and cranny of Robinsons Place, Manila because I'm there every friggin' day. Haha! I'm not complaining, though dahil masarap tumira sa isang mall. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109550420789299269?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109550420789299269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109550420789299269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109550420789299269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109550420789299269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-future-hubby.html' title='My Future Hubby'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109543361317055136</id><published>2004-09-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:06:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I miss watching Late Night with Conan O'Brien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ko nang di nakakapag billiards! Pano ba naman, ang dami talagang ginagawa. And besides, my cue stick is with my dad who's somewhere in Luzon. I don't wanna use naman the cue sticks provided by Robinsons kasi di sila straight. Haha. Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to play the guitar. Shiiiaaaatttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! Ang dami kong gustong gawin pero hindi talaga kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109543361317055136?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109543361317055136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109543361317055136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109543361317055136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109543361317055136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109543099047501569</id><published>2004-09-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:23:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7's Meow</title><content type='html'>I am listening to &lt;em&gt;Jocelynang Baliwag&lt;/em&gt; right now because I am doing a bit of research for our Humanities 2 documentation paper (which, by the way, is due on Monday and we still haven't started typing it - not even the title page). As I've previously mentioned in one of my long forgotten entries, our paper's topic is the evolution of love songs in the Philippines... Or something like that. Haha. I don't know how we're going to manage. Good luck nalang sa amin.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our exam in Physio Lec this morning. I could have done better had I memorized my notes but since I didn't, I think I did okay. I mean I could have done worse, right? Hehe. But really, it was okay. Everything that she asked, she discussed in class so if ever marami akong mali, kasalanan ko na yun kasi I did not pay attention. I was really confused when it came to the endocrinology part because that was the time I didn't take down notes since I was going to have my oral exam for Hum 2 that same day. Oh well, my fault. I swear from now on I won't miss a single lecture. =) Go Nuts Donuts also opened today. Did you know that when I first saw their signage, I thought it said GONADS Donuts? Eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww. Too much Zoology in my system. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone did something this morning that really hurt me a lot. I don't think he/she realized it but I was really, really hurt. Haaaayyy... Samok ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why keep trying when you know something (or someone) can never be yours? That's the trouble with me kasi eh. I keep hoping and hoping and hoping even if I know I don't stand a chance. I just end up being totally depressed and disappointed but still, I keep on hoping. Why can't I take a hint? Stupid question to ask yourself, I know, but right now I'm feeling extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to watch the Ateneo-La Salle game this weekend. I don't see the point. Kung hindi lang napagod yung mum ko sa pagkuha nung tickets, di ako manonood noh. Buti pa matulog nalang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akala ko nung una&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May bukas ang ganito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabuti pang umiwas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero salamat na rin at nagtagpo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Torete &lt;/em&gt;by Moonstar88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;#7 refers to myself (7 is a significant date) and meow is, well, meow. Basta. Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109543099047501569?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109543099047501569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109543099047501569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109543099047501569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109543099047501569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/7s-meow.html' title='#7&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109518231080476845</id><published>2004-09-15T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:00:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited</title><content type='html'>Don't ask. That was the first word that popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty uneventful day, except for the fact that I saw Patrick Cabahug once again. And in case you haven't been reading my previous entries, he plays for Adamson University. That's the second time that I saw him this week. Wala lang, share ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much to do, so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod ang Karate. Haaayyy... But at least finals na namin next week and then after that, my Tuesdays are free. Next sem I'm planning to take up Arnis. Astig kaya... Hehe.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the painting I "analyzed" for our Hum 2 oral exam. I'm sooooo happy because I got a 1.25! I was expecting something really lower because I am so art-illiterate but thanks to Anthony and some kind of Divine Intervention, Ma'am gave me a wonderful grade. Haaaaaaaaay... Happy me, at least for Hum 2. Hehe. Anyhoo, the painting's entitled &lt;em&gt;Rue de Paris&lt;/em&gt; by Gustave Caillebotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/116633/caillebotte019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Torete. Something's terribly wrong with me. Oh well, must get going. Need to study for our wonderful lab exam in Physiology. Whoopee! Nnngggrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaay... If he only knew. Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109518231080476845?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109518231080476845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109518231080476845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109518231080476845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109518231080476845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/unrequited.html' title='Unrequited'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109509100218043349</id><published>2004-09-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:56:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaj</title><content type='html'>Grabeeeeeeeeeeee!!! The past few days have been sooooooooooo stressful. Last Friday we had a long quiz in Humanities 1 then the following day, we had our second departmental exam in Physics. After the exam, we went to Kathy's place since we had to get started on our "Veronika Decides to Die" trailer for Hum 1 pa rin. We were there from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m.!  Grabe sobrang nakakapagod, pero okay lang din kasi busog naman. Haha! Ang cool ng mom ni Kathy. Astig! Anyhoo, dapat mga 8 na nga kami uuwi eh kasi nag offer si Ants na ihatid kami pero late na masyado, and we had to finish our Physio data sheets. Exaj talaga! Sobrang haba! Exercises 3, 4, 5 and 7... Tapos dapat handwritten pa lahat... From the tables to the answers to the guide questions! Haaaaaaay... We got home at around 9 na then Sheng slept over para sabay kami gawa ng data sheets... We started at around 11 na kasi 10 na siya dumating dito sa unit and we worked until around 4 in the morning. We woke up at around 8:30 in the morning kasi we had to leave at 10:30 for the Nestle Nonstop Cheerdance Competition sa Araneta. Sabay kami pumunta dun - me, Sheng, my parents, Dada and Maan. Naku, pagdating namin dun, sobrang haba ng line! As in looooooooong to the tenth power! Umabot na nga sa parking lot yung line eh... Exaj talaga! Nakasalubong ko pa si Patrick Cabahug (player ng Adamson). Wahehehehe... Anyhoo, yun, we fell in line and stood under the sun for 2 friggin' hours! Hindi na nga kami nakapag lunch ng maayos eh. Tapos kami na nga yung pumila ng maayos, kami pa yung nahuli sa pagkuha ng tickets! Aaaarrrgggghhh! Basta! Sobrang gulo ng Araneta... Hindi organized. Alam naman nila na sobrang dami ng manonood, hindi pa nila inayos yung system ng pagkuha ng tickets. Kainis talaga! Anyway, by the time nakapasok kami ng Araneta, nag start na yung contest. Super puno na yung side ng UP so dun na kami sa may side ng Adamson since magkatabi lang naman sila. Haaaaaaaaaaayyy... Sana nanood nalang ako sa tv. Natapos ko pa ng maaga yung data sheets ko. Suffice it to say USTE deserved to win. Astig talaga! Better luck next time nalang, UP Pep. Wala eh... Mas maganda talaga yung routine nila. So ayun, after the contest, kumain kami sa Gloria Maris since we weren't able to eat a decent lunch. Nakabalik kami dito sa Manila at around 6:30. After dinner, I stared at my painting for the longest time, trying to find something to say about it. I gave up about two hours later and continued doing my data sheets for Physio. By 12:30 a.m., I had managed to finish the extremely long data sheets. I wasn't able to study for our Physio quiz anymore because the moment my head hit my pillow, I fell asleep. Was supposed to wake up at 5 to study pero hindi na talaga na kayanan ng body ko. Imagine, 4 hours lang yung tulog ko the previous night! Woke up this morning feeling extremely exhausted and nervous because I barely got to sleep and because oral exam ko na sa Hum 2. Luckily, I didn't commit too many boo-boos in my oral exam and Ma'am even said "Good, good. You did okay..." Thank God! I was a bit disappointed with my Physics exam but what the hell, I PASSED!!! Yeah!!!Ü Zoo Lab was tiring, but I had fun. After classes, Sheng and I did a bit of shopping to cheer ourselves up and then totally pigged out sa Chowking. Humabol si Tara and Ants at ayun, nag ikot-ikot kami. Bought a new shirt sa Bayo. My first ever Bayo shirt. Hah! Sheng bought the same one too, only in a different color (mine's pinkish orange, she bought the blue one) and Tara is planning to buy the green version of our shirt. Hahaha! Ang kulit.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap ng feeling na walang ginagawa... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I were talking about doctors leaving the Philippines earlier and it really got me thinking. Nasa news kasi na padami pa ng padami ang mga doctors na nag aabroad and my mum told me na dapat alis din ako ng Pinas. Sabi ko naman, kawawa naman tayo if patuloy pa rin yung pag-alis ng doctors. Paano na yung mga Filipinos? Eh she said that it's better if I leave the Philippines para mas maganda yung quality of life or something... I'm not sure how she said it basta something like that. As much as I would want to, I think I'll forever be bothered by my conscience if I leave the Philippines for good. Kasi naman eh, Pilipino ako, diba? I should be serving, first and foremost, my fellow Filipinos. Nakaka-guilty naman if sobrang okay yung buhay ko in another country but then back here in my own country, naghihirap yung ibang Filipinos kasi nurses, doctors, teachers and what-have-yous are no longer here to serve their own people. I know it sounds really idealistic or something... Hypocritical pa nga to a certain extent pero I can't help it eh... No matter how much I try to brush off that feeling, it keeps coming back. Sabi pa ng mom ko eh wala na daw talagang pag-asa ang Pinas kaya dapat umalis ako. So dahil ba sa tingin mo wala ng pag-asa, pababayaan mo nalang talaga? You won't at least try to do your share? I mean, it won't hurt naman, diba? If talagang walang nangyayari (kahit konti lang man) even if you're giving your all then that's the time you leave. Pero huwag naman yung aalis ka na agad-agad dahil isip mo there's no more hope even if you haven't tried your luck yet. Napaka selfish naman at nun. Hay naku... Ewan ko ba, don't know what to think or believe in anymore. But I guess I don't have to worry about that right now since I'm still totally undecided and because I need to focus my attention more on passing ORGANIC CHEMISTRY. Crappity crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang fifeeling din ng ibang tao noh? Just because they're famous, akala nila kung sino na sila. Hindi namamansin at kinakalimutan na yung iba nilang friends na hindi sikat. Ni isang "Hello, kamusta?" lang man, wala! Akala mo talaga kung sino. Punyeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just type that extremely long paragraph which, by the way, is not related to the UAAP or my so-called crushes?! Jesus Christ! What's gotten into me? Oh well, don't mind me. Just making the most out of the free time that I have right now. Hihi.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109509100218043349?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109509100218043349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109509100218043349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109509100218043349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109509100218043349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/exaj.html' title='Exaj'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109412493039812042</id><published>2004-09-02T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:05:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Bliss</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My FIGHTING Maroons (emphasis on the fighting) beat the Blue Eagles. Wahooooooooooooooooooo!!! Gosh... Sheng, Tina, my Mum and I were screaming our heads off, cheering like there was no tomorrow for the Maroons. And they won. They WON! Oh my God!!! I'm so proud of them! I'm truly, utterly, superbly, abso-bloody-lutely proud of them! I feel grrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaattt! I feel even better than when the Archers beat the Eagles. Hahahaha!!! Oh my gosh!!! Haaaaayyyy... Grabe. I'm sooooo happy right now. I apologize to my Archers, but I hope my Maroons beat the shit out of them. Haha! Go UP!!!!!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the Chem Dep exam yesterday was totally (as in TOTALLY) ghastly, I still feel happy because the Maroons won. Yeeaaaaahhhhh!!! But I really hope I pass that exam. I mean I really thought I understood the concepts already. I was even beginning to have fun synthesizing whatever compounds I could think of but nooooooooo... The six hours I spent studying the previous night were of no use. That blasted exam. Haaaaaaaaaayyy... But what the hell, UP won for the SIXTH STRAIGHT time!!! Yeah!!!ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*currently bangag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109412493039812042?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109412493039812042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109412493039812042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109412493039812042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109412493039812042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/09/pure-bliss.html' title='Pure Bliss'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109378403724881173</id><published>2004-08-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:53:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Extra</title><content type='html'>By the way, I am now also a supporter of the Adamson Falcons simply because two of their players are kababayans of mine - Marvin Poloyapoy and Ramil Tagupa (who is, sadly, injured). They're both from Cagayan de Oro, and I think they studied at Sacred Heart Montessori. I'm not sure, but my cousin who used to study there knows them. Marc's friend also played against them a lot back in high school (gaaaaad I feel old). And oo nga pala, Mark Abadia and Patrick Cabahug are both from Cebu. Fellow BISDAKS. Hahaha... Amazing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109378403724881173?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109378403724881173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109378403724881173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109378403724881173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109378403724881173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/extra-extra.html' title='Extra Extra'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109378251238169102</id><published>2004-08-29T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:25:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><content type='html'>I've been pretending to study since 10 this morning. Of course there were a lot of breaks in between. I went down at 11:30 to grab a bite at Chef then bought rechargeable batteries for my beloved CD player (which is already 3 years old). Came back here at around 12:45 and read my notes in Histo 5. When the UAAP games started, I stopped studying for a while. Thank God the Archers won, and congratulations to the Blue Eagles, too! =) After the games, I checked my mail and Friendster account and until now, I'm still online. Haaaaaaaay... I still don't wanna study, but I know I have to. After blogging I'll probably review for our Physio quiz and then study as much as I can for Org Chem. May God help each and every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you've done to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't really explain it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so into you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's precisely what I'm feeling right now. I won't say any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my Lolo Ruben's gone. I'm going to miss him terribly. He's the reason why I'm so fond of chickens. I just can't believe he's gone. I cried my heart out the other night and woke up with really swollen eyes. Haaaaaaaaaayyy... He was such a fun-loving lolo. I rarely saw him without a smile on his face. I'll surely miss his smiles whenever we visit Nazareno (that's where my dad's family lives). He led a very simple life, and he showed me that eventhough money is important in order to survive in this world, you don't have to have that much money in order to actually live and enjoy your life. I'm so proud of him, and I truly regret not spending that much time with him even if I could have. I feel really awful. Now my Lolo's gone and it will be a while until I see him again. Haaaaaaaaaay... That's why I'm telling everyone out there to never ever fail to show your loved ones how much you love them. When they're gone, they're gone, and you'll be left here shaking your head in regret, wondering why the hell you never showed them how much they meant to you. Don't be like me. I guess my only consolation (and a big consolation at that) is the fact that my Lolo Ruben's already up there... No more problems or worries. I hope I've made him proud in one way or another. He can finally rest, I know he truly deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109378251238169102?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109378251238169102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109378251238169102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109378251238169102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109378251238169102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109370095571542623</id><published>2004-08-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:49:15.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>Holy shit. I can't believe this. UP won for the FIFTH time in a row against - I just can't believe this - FEU! Bakit ngayon pa?? Wahahaha! Astiiiiiiig! Ang galing-galing ng aking &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fighting Maroons&lt;/span&gt;! I really hope they win when they go against the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Eagles&lt;/span&gt;. I'll cheer my heart out for them.Ü Grabe! I'm sooooooooooooo happy for them... They really do deserve to win because I know they've been trying their best for the past few years. I mean, I don't even care if the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Archers&lt;/span&gt; lose against them. *evil smile* Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! &lt;em&gt;Hey, let's go, let's fight!!!Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Greenhills. Hehe. Actually, earlier this afternoon, we watched "Baby" the musical in Meralco Theater. I liked it, but not that much. I really enjoyed Leah Salonga, though. I love her voice - it's strong and crystal clear. Haaaaayyyy how I envy her. Anyhoo, after the play, Sheng, Maan, Tippee and I went to Greenhills and ate at Pasto. Yummy to the tenth power!Ü After eating we shopped for a while. I was able to buy this really cool hot pink shirt and a plain white shirt. Haha. My closet staples. I love shopping. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaay there's so much to do, and here I am blogging, as usual. I just don't feel like studying yet. I wish I could blog something more meaningful but sadly, I've been too busy with just about everything that I haven't had time to reflect on what's really happening in my life. Oh well... I guess that will be it for now. I'm so freakin' tired... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109370095571542623?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109370095571542623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109370095571542623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109370095571542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109370095571542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109348564611536254</id><published>2004-08-26T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:40:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Two</title><content type='html'>Naku... Classes have been suspended again. Don't get me wrong, it feels good to receive a message at 6 in the morning saying walang pasok, but with our load? Ang dami-dami nanamang gagawin next week. This week was supposedly &lt;em&gt;hell week, &lt;/em&gt;and I would have wanted for it to be over,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but two of our exams were moved to next week, so I guess &lt;em&gt;hell week &lt;/em&gt;has been moved, too. We have an exam pa in Chem on Saturday. Crap. I reallllllllyyyyy wish I pass that exam. Seriously. Desperately. Badly. Haaaaayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Princess Diaries 2...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami-dami talagang gagawin... Shiiiiitttt... Then why the hell am I blogging?! Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109348564611536254?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109348564611536254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109348564611536254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109348564611536254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109348564611536254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/strike-two.html' title='Strike Two'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109343807325097407</id><published>2004-08-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:51:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>Haaaay... We finally finished our lab report in Zoo. We were supposed to meet at 1:30 but we started working at around 3:30. Nag chismisan pa kami... Hehe... Kaya ayun, medyo natagalan. Pero okay lang, I had fun. Kumain pa kami sa Chowking. Yum!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm's leaving the country, but another one's coming so I guess it'll be raining for quite some time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting for Sheng and Tara to return because we're going to study for our Physio quiz together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a fan fiction (Harry Potter) earlier this morning while doing bits of research and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drops of sweat trickle down your face as you happily relish the resounding applause of your people. I watch you carefully from the doorway and try to act nonchalant. Must it always be like this? That feeling of frustration mingled with desperation starts to course through me. You bring the water bottle that you are holding up to your lips and take a sip whilst nodding your head in agreement to something your companion just told you. One by one your comrades start to file out of the arena and pass by where I’m standing. You smile, and I see the familiar crinkles at the corner of your eyes. I stare fixedly at you as you slowly walk towards my direction. Then your eyes rest on me. I try to hold your gaze, I try not to falter, and in that moment, we are one. I can feel my face heat up and my heart flutter. You take another sip and finally look away. I tense slightly as your towering figure passes me by, and I catch a whiff of your scent. Musk? I’m not certain, but I feel my head getting lighter. I look back to watch you walk out and as you finally disappear in the distance, I feel empty. I am left here in the middle of the crowd… Standing alone. I tear my gaze away from where you last were and I cannot help but think that you will never know who I really am. I have but a memory of your dark, piercing eyes as they acknowledged my existence in that fleeting moment. With my shoulders slumped, I begin my long walk home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Wala lang... I found it interesting. I guess at one point in our lives na experience na natin yung magkaroon ng celebrity crushes or whatever tapos yung tipong gustong-gusto mo siya pero alam mong wala naman talagang mangyayari kasi napaka unreachable niya so hanggang tingin ka nalang. At least nga yung sa fan fic, nakalapit pa siya sa guy. Hehe... Diba musk is a pheromone? Lol. Wala lang.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, I'm still feeling a bit light headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109343807325097407?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109343807325097407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109343807325097407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109343807325097407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109343807325097407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109338997061587603</id><published>2004-08-25T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T07:26:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>I've been up since 4 this morning trying to cram as much as I could for our Zoology Lec exam which was supposed to be today. At around 6:15, I decided to take a bath already and eat breakfast. As I was chewing thoughtfully on a piece of bacon, I received a message from Sheng saying, lo and behold, our exam's cancelled. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I honestly wish hindi nalang na cancel yung exam para matapos na. Gggggrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining since 4 this morning... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept properly. Studied from 6 to 8 last night, ate dinner, resumed studying at 9 and drifted off to sleep at around 9:45. Woke up at 11 and tried to study, but I found myself nodding off again at around 11:30 that is why I had to wake up at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;August 26 - Physio quiz; Zoo Lab reporting&lt;br /&gt;August 28 - Org Chem departmental exam; "Baby"&lt;br /&gt;August 31 - Histo 5 second exam&lt;br /&gt;September 1 - Zoo Lec second exam&lt;br /&gt;September 4 - Physics second exam&lt;br /&gt;September 10 - Humanities 1 quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo sabog brain ko ngayon, in case you haven't noticed. I'm typing na nga in Taglish eh kasi my mind is foggy right now. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Sana hindi nalang ako nagising ng maaga. Crap. Crap. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'm gonna see my Archers tomorrow. Weeeeeeeeeee!!! I'm gonna see toooooooooooooooooot again (nope, not Mac Cardona or Joseph Yeo though I'm glad I'll be seeing them, too)... Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I'm temporarily insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since I'm already awake, might as well get cracking on that Physio report we need to pass tomorrow. Haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109338997061587603?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109338997061587603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109338997061587603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109338997061587603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109338997061587603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain Rain'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109317392584882269</id><published>2004-08-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:30:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Back</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! The &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fighting Maroons&lt;/span&gt; won their 4th straight game. Yessssssssssssss!!! I say, what's gotten into them? All of a sudden they're playing like crazy. Not that I'm complaining, I'm just not used to the fact that we're/they're on a winning streak. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! Let's go U.P.!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the sun was starting to set for the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Archers&lt;/span&gt;, they managed to pull one over the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Eagles&lt;/span&gt;. I am sooooooo happy for them! But what I thoroughly enjoyed about the game was how well the players were handling it. I was glad to see that they acknowledged each other and apologized whenever necessary, like when TY Tang apologized to Bajie del Rosario for fouling him (with Bajie patting him on the head in response), and also when Mac Mac Cardona helped Magnum Membrere up when he fell down. It's nice to see that there's a conscious effort on both sides to not let the pressure and rivalry get the best of them. I mean it's just a basketball game for crying out loud. So what if you lose? It's not like it's the end of the world. There are other games to come, and then you can redeem yourself. You don't have to get into a fight that's uncalled for to prove your worth, idealistic as it may sound. Seriously, sometimes the Ateneo-LaSalle rivalry gets on my nerves because they tend to blow out of proportions (although I have to admit, it makes the games more exciting). It's just that I wish they didn't have to taunt each other or get into fights all the time. I wish they would learn to have fun and not be too hard on themselves. A little tension is good, but when things get too personal, then that's definitely not healthy. They should really try to isolate life on and off court because the two are totally different worlds. But hey, this is college basketball, so what the heck. We're having fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay... So much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our toxicity level is at an all time high. I don't know how I'm going to live through this week. Geeeeeeezzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how fleeting our existence on earth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;817&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109317392584882269?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109317392584882269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109317392584882269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109317392584882269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109317392584882269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-to-back.html' title='Back to Back'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109256753963718360</id><published>2004-08-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:30:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-Hum</title><content type='html'>The UP Fighting Maroons managed to win for the 3rd time in a row. I'm impressed. Haha.Ü But really, I'm proud of them - never giving up, always fighting. &lt;em&gt;Ganyan kaming mga taga UP! &lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad secretly enjoys annoying me. Seriously, he has this goofy smile on his face whenever I get worked up when defending my Archers or my Tamaraws. But it's okay, though, because he usually lets me have the last say (see what a gentleman he is?). While we were having lunch, my mum, dad and I had a healthy discussion (even banter) about the UAAP. We finally got my dad to admit that the Archers are good. He said that although they play really well, he's still, and will always be, for the Eagles. Fair enough.Ü My dad, who I'm proud to say was a basketball star during his college days in UP Cebu (he claims himself to be the Joseph Yeo of their batch - yeah raaaaayyyyttt! Kiddoing.Ü), said that individually, the Maroons are doing okay, but that they lack a solid guard - someone like LA Tenorio (I grudgingly admit that he is a good point guard) or Denok Miranda (go Tams!) to bring the team together. He's very much impressed with Toti Almeda's performance and I have to agree with him. I can't remember what else we talked about, but I had good fun today with my mum &amp; dad. Haaaaay... I really do love them to pieces.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that will be it for now. Need to study for the coming exams, as usual. Haaaay... When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you how much I admire RJ Rizada? He's just...Amazing *sigh*.  Have I? Oh well, I don't care. I'll say it again... RJ RIZADA ROCKS!!!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;817&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109256753963718360?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109256753963718360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109256753963718360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109256753963718360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109256753963718360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-Hum'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109249224300986796</id><published>2004-08-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:04:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>It will be bye bye finals for the Archers if they don't start winning games. Seriously, the way they played in this afternoon's game against the Tamaraws was ridiculous. Naturally, they lost. Can't say that they didn't deserve it, though, because although they tried hard, they weren't trying hard enough. I was cheering them on enthusiastically for about five minutes into the game and then I stopped because I realized that I'd just be wasting my energy. At first I watched sullenly as RJ Rizada (haaaaaay), Arwind Santos, Denok Miranda, Mark Isip and the rest of the Tamaraws breezed through the game as if they were playing against high school students. I was really annoyed but after some time, I was cheering like crazy for the Tamaraws. Haha! I know, I know, it was so mean of me, but I couldn't help it. RJ was amazing! When the game ended, I was in high spirits and I surprisingly did not pity the Archers for losing. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I no longer support them (I even bought an Animo La Salle shirt), I just want them to learn from their mistakes and try even harder because I know they can do better than the performance they gave earlier.Ü RJ Rizada totally rocks!!!!ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new crush in the UAAP. He may not be that famous, but he surely is soooo damn sexy. And he's one hell of a basketball player. Haha! I won't say who he is or for what team he plays because...&lt;em&gt;Basta! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of doing practically nothing, we are now buried under mountains and mountains of exams and school work. Oh well, at least half the sem is over. One and a half more to go and we'll be in med proper already. Haaaay...How time flies. I just really wish I pass this bloody year. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be it for now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;817&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109249224300986796?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109249224300986796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109249224300986796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109249224300986796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109249224300986796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109221865691965466</id><published>2004-08-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T21:35:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to UP Diliman with Sheng, Tina, Tara and Tippee to research for our documentation paper in Humanities II. Our paper will be about the evolution of Philippine love songs and naturally, we paid the College of Music a visit. We were pressed for time since we still had classes back here in Manila at 1 p.m. We left at around 8 in the morning and frantically (or so it seemed) searched their library for anything we could find about our topic. I think our morning was pretty productive, and so by 12:15, we were in an FX on our way back to the congested city of Manila. I find it weird that even though the Diliman campus is very nice, I still prefer Manila over Diliman. Hehehe.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net the other night and I came across &lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net"&gt;Jim Paredes' &lt;/a&gt;blog. Yes, &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;Jim Paredes of APO Hiking Society. Anyway, in one of his entries, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Vaclav Havel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I just kept on blinking as I tried to digest the line. Thankfully, I managed to get the idea through my thick skull (which is made up of dermal &amp;amp; replacement bones...harhar =þ) and I smiled. It's nice, isn't it? When you think of hope in that way, it makes you more, erm, hopeful (for the lack of words). Hehe. But really, it stirred up something inside of me (I don't know what exactly) that made me feel a whole lot better about my life. I mean, when you view hope as the conviction that something will turn out well, there's always the possibility that it won't and if it doesn't turn out well, you'll just get disappointed and frustrated. However, when you think of it as the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns, then it also prepares you for the possibility of failure, not just success, and that you are still able to make some sense out of the situation that you are in. And in the event that your mind is geared towards two possibilities (that of success and failure), you won't be too disappointed when things don't turn out your way &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;you'll still be able to handle yourself as you correct your mistakes or gather yourself again from the fall. You'll also be able to prevent yourself from sulking and get your arse out there and start working even harder because you know what went wrong and you know why it went wrong. Haha. I know I'm going round and round and that I'm making a fool out of myself by trying to interpret the line, but I just wanted to let my thoughts out in hopes that I can reassure myself and in the process, learn to be a bit more hopeful.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have another test in Organic Chem this Friday. Oh my Dumbledore, how am I going to manage? I swear that subject is killing me! I mean, I understand the concepts, I just find it difficult to apply them. Ggggrrrrr... I really hope I pass the test. My second exam was awful, but I'd like to believe that there's still hope. Haha. Whatever. I'm gonna pass Organic Chem because I don't want to go through the second year all over again. I'm gonna be a bloody doctor (literally) by 2010! Geeeeeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee!!! Lady Med will be held this Friday, August 13. It's this beauty contest where straight guys from the College of Medicine are made to dress up as girls and behave like beauty queens. Haha! I'm abso-bloody-lutely sure it's going to be super fun. Yaaaaaay! Good luck, Francis! Fly high, 2010!!!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the UAAP? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109221865691965466?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109221865691965466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109221865691965466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109221865691965466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109221865691965466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/pandoras-box.html' title='Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109206796697328974</id><published>2004-08-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:23:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed and Loving It</title><content type='html'>What the hell am I doing, blogging at this hour of night when I still haven't reviewed for Histo 5? Well, only I can answer that question and frankly, I don't care about that damned test. I've been working on our Physics Lab manual for about four hours now and I'm so bloody tired already. My back &amp;amp; neck hurt. Haaaay... Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning we discussed "Starry Night" by Vincent Van Gogh in class and I suddenly remembered that it was only lately that I've learned to appreciate the view from our unit. I used to take the Manila skyline for granted, finding nothing remarkable about the buildings that rise from afar or the lights that dot the dark sky. One night, after studying for an exam in Zoology, I decided to take a breather and went out our veranda. It was only then that I realized how breathtaking the view actually is. It somehow managed to make me relax, and for a moment in my currently chaotic life, I felt at peace with myself and with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much frustrated with myself right now. I normally don't dread going to school because I somehow manage to have a good time despite the load but lately, I find the mere thought of waking up on a school day very...pointless. No, I'm not in the "shift mode" because I could never really imagine myself not being a doctor. It's just that I've lost whatever semblance of energy I have left. What's worse is that I feel this way not only about school but about my life as well. This is not PMS, believe me. I just... Haaaaaaay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing... Isn't it awful when you give up on something because you think that you don't stand a chance but only to regret it later on because the realization that you could actually get &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; came too late? Or how a part of you wants to give up on something because there's this nagging feeling that your efforts will be futile, yet the other part continues to hold on because maybe, just maybe, things might turn out your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Tonight I can write the saddest lines" by Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109206796697328974?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109206796697328974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109206796697328974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109206796697328974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109206796697328974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/depressed-and-loving-it.html' title='Depressed and Loving It'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109197618885407358</id><published>2004-08-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:43:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; won in this afternoon's game against &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NU&lt;/span&gt;. Yipee!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tamaraws&lt;/span&gt; lost. Sob. Poor RJ.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph... Joseph... Joseph... Yeo Yeo Yeo!!! (to the tune of USTE...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad is so freakin' happy because his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eagles&lt;/span&gt; won the game. Ick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to jump up and down everytime the Tamaraws scored but I couldn't because we were amongst Ateneans. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Usher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really sleepy but I need to study for Zoo Lec, which is what I'm desperately trying to do right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so proud of our pep squad/cheerleaders/whatever. They're sooooooo good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Larry watched the game. I'm really happy I saw him even if he was like a hundred feet below me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D! L! S! U! Animo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;La Salle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to stop blogging or else I won't be able to stop and I might forget that we have an exam in Zoo Lec which, by the way, is so bloody long!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;817&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109197618885407358?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109197618885407358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109197618885407358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109197618885407358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109197618885407358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-go-up.html' title='Let&apos;s Go UP!'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109188435200863683</id><published>2004-08-07T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:26:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>The trouble with me is when I want something, I really try to do everything I can to make it mine. If I feel that I won't be able to get it even if the battle's not yet over so to speak, I spiral into depression. Only a few people get to see that side of me and I try my best not to show it, but when I get depressed, I really &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; get depressed. And I prefer to keep it to myself, which also scares me from time to time. Haaay... I don't get myself. Oh well, I have my whole lifetime to find out what I'm really made of so I guess there's no need to worry...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chem exam we had this morning was absolutely ghastly. I would honestly, literally, really jump for joy if I get a 50 on that exam - 40 at the very least. Where the hell did they come up with those questions?! What really ticks me off is the fact that no matter how hard you study for this subject, no matter how much caffeine you take or how many sleepless nights you spend pouring over your notes and reading &amp; re-reading the book/module/whatever, you still get a low score. Well at least I do. Good for those who get a high score, but for people like me, tough luck. It just gets so frustrating that sometimes I feel like throwing my Chem module out our veranda (and mind you, we're on the 29th floor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need chocolates right now or else I won't be able to study for Zoo Lec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just aren't meant to be. And when all the signs are there &amp;amp; you're so sure that it's not for you, then you have to learn to accept the fact that, well, it's just not for you. But how will you know if the signs are there? How will you recognize these signs? Will there even be signs? When do yo let go of that something? What if you think you have to let go but then you really aren't supposed to? I know what you're thinking - this has something to do with relationships. I'm not referring to relationships alone but to the choices we have to make in life as well. I know I'm asking a lot of questions right now and am addressing it to my poor readers (if any), but I know that eventually, I will have to answer them myself. As usual, I'm not making any sense. May the good Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be it for now. I'm really tired. Haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109188435200863683?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109188435200863683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109188435200863683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109188435200863683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109188435200863683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/tangled.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109163447866145750</id><published>2004-08-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:31:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>Haaay... Sometimes I wanna bang my head against the wall for doing the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen when you wear pink. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I remembered what Salma Hayek once said in an interview with Oprah. She said that when something wonderful happens to you, and then you start sharing it with other people, that magical feeling sort of fades &amp;amp; you realize it wasn't that great because you have to be there at that moment in order to experience the thrill or whatever it is you feel at that moment. Unfortunately, I would have to agree. Haaaayy... I know I'm not really making any sense right now, but please do bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only reviewed for one hour - an hour and a half tops - for Org Chem. I really, really hope I pass this, erm, &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; subject. Gaaaaaaaaaaaad it's so confusing. Haaaaaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I like the songs &lt;em&gt;She Will be Loved, The Sun &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/em&gt; by Maroon5. Guess I'm depressed once again. Geeeeeeeeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109163447866145750?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109163447866145750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109163447866145750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109163447866145750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109163447866145750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/08/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109120626339603265</id><published>2004-07-31T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:33:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;1. I am currently unable to write a coherent paragraph right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I had wicked fun today. Or yesterday, since it's already Saturday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. I can't get enough of Mac Cardona and Joseph Yeo (hot hot hot!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. I luuurrrvvveee Usher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. I can't understand Chem! Ngggrrr...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. I am now in love with:&lt;br /&gt;        Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;        Ewan McGregor&lt;br /&gt;        Hugh Dancy&lt;br /&gt;        Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;        SIRIUS BLACK&lt;br /&gt;        Hugh Grant&lt;br /&gt;        Hugh Jackman&lt;br /&gt;        The list is just too long...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. I wanna go to London...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. Why are some people just so damn lucky?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. I hope Larry's feeling okay now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. I wanna go to Hogwarts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109120626339603265?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109120626339603265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109120626339603265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109120626339603265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109120626339603265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/07/psychobabble.html' title='Psychobabble'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782257.post-109099246647996305</id><published>2004-07-28T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:27:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silencing of the Assassin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I feel awful. Physically and emotionally. I feel so drained of any semblance of energy because we had our lab exam in Zoology this morning. Apart from confusing some of the bones in the skull, thinking that the blasted femur was a humerus and confusing the sternothyroid with the thyrohyoid, I think I did okay and I just might get a decent grade in that exam. But still, I feel that I could have done better. Oh well, it's over and done with. I'll just try harder next time. Is there such a thing as trying too hard? I mean, I dunno but sometimes I do get the feeling that when I really push myself, things don't turn out quite like the way I want them to. Haaaaay I don't know. But I'll still try harder, especially now that I've made a deal with myself.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Larry Fonacier a.k.a. The Silent Assassin. He was injured in their game against UP last Sunday, and now he will be unable to finish the season (which will sadly be his last) since it will take him 6 to 8 months to fully recover. Even if I'm not really rooting for the Blue Eagles, I hope they do well despite his absence, especially in their game against Adamson. They also played against my Archers, and it was also a very close fight. Too bad my ever beloved Archers lost, but oh well... There are other games to come, and I'll be rooting for La Salle all the way.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Larry, dear. See you in the PBA!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha... God, I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that will be all for now. Need to get some rest... I haven't slept at all in days, and I feel like my head's gonna explode. Sheeesh. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782257-109099246647996305?l=gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/feeds/109099246647996305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782257&amp;postID=109099246647996305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109099246647996305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782257/posts/default/109099246647996305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillibeanmanok.blogspot.com/2004/07/silencing-of-assassin.html' title='The Silencing of the Assassin'/><author><name>gillibean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
