<?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-2098228927433118586</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:59:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this story needs some mending and a better happy ending</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3228855169504429882</id><published>2009-12-03T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:50:09.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the reason that i decorate my yard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;isabel's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And now you know that, all I want for Christmas is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start reading again. (the little kid in me is still waiting for JK Rowling to write a surprise Harry Potter sequel. It's sad, I know.) I really want &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked:_The_Life_and_Times_of_the_Wicked_Witch_of_the_West"&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/a&gt;.  :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dvds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag dibidi, please. :)) I want an awesome film. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Across_the_Universe_%28film%29"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rent:_Filmed_Live_on_Broadway"&gt;RENT&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/500_days_of_summer"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/a&gt;. Harry Potter (zomgultimatecollectorseditions). You pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing materials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice colored pens and markers. Gold/silver paint markers. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earphones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrecked my previous pairs. :| Pairs as in plural. Ohmehn, if you find &lt;a href="http://www.2dayblog.com/images/2009/october/lego_earphone_1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; kind, I will  love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an ice tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes &lt;a href="http://www.toxel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/icecubetrays11.jpg"&gt;Lego ice cubes&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://cache.lego.com/images/shop/prod/852660-0000-xx-13-1.jpg"&gt;SOFREAKINGAWESOME&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything Lego related&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...except actual Lego blocks :&gt; Woo, challenge. Haha. (&lt;a href="http://www.minervity.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/lego_usb_brick_1.jpg"&gt;ehemparangganitoehem&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoelaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Brightly colored shoelaces :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physical music cds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me something good. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mix cds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one from all of you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iTunes credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mood ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's missing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baller IDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rainbow of wristband colors is still not complete. :( I still don't have red, green, blue, and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome shirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tickets to RENT in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmmnnnn. ANDIE? BIRTHDAY GIRL? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a scical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.academic.ru/pictures/dewiki/67/Casio_fx-991ES_Calculator_New.jpg"&gt;Casio fx-991ES&lt;/a&gt;. I need one bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a 2010 planner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fully Booked/Powerbooks/Starbucks ones na maganda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mz-Jk1FKRYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mz-Jk1FKRYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3228855169504429882?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3228855169504429882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-reason-that-i-decorate-my-yard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3228855169504429882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3228855169504429882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-reason-that-i-decorate-my-yard.html' title='you&apos;re the reason that i decorate my yard.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6329361203796763357</id><published>2009-06-21T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:04:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi there.</title><content type='html'>If you happen to accidentally drop by and read this, you should know that this blog has been dead since Christmas of 2008. This was a blog requirement for my Computer Science class which I was planning to close down before the new year started. I was supposed to move all these posts to my Livejournal and make this blog viewable only to me. But we're now halfway through 2009 and I haven't touched this blog in forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently went through all 65 of these entries and I realized something. Maintaining this blog wasn't just a requirement to me, it was much much more than that. This was my emotion outlet. My catharsis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be moving my posts or locking down this journal. This blog contains most of the memories I had of the best high school year ever. And I think I'd like to leave it just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I bid this blog a farewell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll drop by in future and read through these entries if I'm feeling nostalgic. And trust me, I'll be visiting frequently.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6329361203796763357?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6329361203796763357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6329361203796763357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6329361203796763357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-there.html' title='hi there.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-8728368651012217913</id><published>2008-12-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:27:08.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and that's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="34"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget it, :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be at Noche Buena at my lola's house tonight. And I don't wanna be at the computer at midnight posting a Christmas post so I'm posting it now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;quot;Merry Christmas, b*tches.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;~Tom Collins&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merry christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;ilyyy. &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a bonus Happyslip Christmas video XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC6AryKPQfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC6AryKPQfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;/center&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/2098228927433118586-8728368651012217913?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/8728368651012217913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-thats-what-christmas-is-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8728368651012217913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8728368651012217913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-thats-what-christmas-is-all-about.html' title='and that&apos;s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7655715719441105255</id><published>2008-12-22T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:24:31.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flatliner</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rb CHRISTMAS PARTY = most epic thing ever. Lol, I'ma quote my LJ entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't construct full sentences. Sorry. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party. Rb. Amazing. Rockband. Teh awesome forever and ever. Holy crap dancing around the pool. Most epic thing ever. Cam's ate's iPod dance play list, ftw. So much food. So much drinks. Yayy, gifts. Aww, COUSINE, I love you. Lucky I'm in love with my best frieeeend. Woo, SIR NAT. And Multiply. Hahaha. Dessert from heaven was love. Kadiring drinking contest. Isay = happy. Class peeeectures. Max Dolot = Rockband drum God. Sungka = awesome = sleepy. People leaving. People overnighting. Malabong kwentuhan. 11:30. ILRb. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full. &lt;em&gt;Tired&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love Rubidium. As in. Gah, Rb, ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq202/rubidayum/IMG-1592.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to Cam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the Davao Doctors Christmas party the night I came home. I spent most of the night hanging out at the back with Jp (Liana was in Boracay :( ) and Abi. Oooh, and Jp's mom gave us permission to crash their house this vacation. Psst, just tell us when. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I watched the Jason Mraz concert on dvd this morning. (Again, Isay, I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough but I'll thank you again anyway. Thank yooou. I love you.) God, he is just freaking amazing. And hilarious. The impromptu singing he does is just so amusing. And I can't get over how cleverly written his songs are. Oh Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in my room. My sisters are sleeping on my bed. Well, no. Katrina's on her PSP and Anna's playing with Lego. &lt;strike&gt;I swear, sometimes I think I have brothers.&lt;/strike&gt; And lol. We just watched Rugrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tommy: Don't worry guys. We can find a safe game to play. Um. What about planes?&lt;br /&gt;Chuckie: Might crash&lt;br /&gt;Phil: Pin the tail on the donkey?&lt;br /&gt;Chuckie: Might get kicked.&lt;br /&gt;Lil: What about ring around the rosey?&lt;br /&gt;Chuckie: We all fall down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, Chuckie Finster &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days 'til Christmas! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7655715719441105255?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7655715719441105255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/flatliner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7655715719441105255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7655715719441105255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/flatliner.html' title='flatliner'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7438065176632995376</id><published>2008-12-17T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:43:42.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm losing it</title><content type='html'>You know how I keep on saying that I have to fix my biological clock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously not kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Is. Gising na.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: *grumblemumble*&lt;br /&gt;Ate: 6:30 na Is.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: *grum-* What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up in bed and saw that I was still in my Pisay uniform. Last thing I remember was that I went straight to bed when I got home at 2. And holy buttercupping hell, it was 6:30?! I slept for 16 hours?! Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could never tell whether it's morning or evening in my room because of the drapes, but crap. My yaya uses that line to wake me up at 6:30 in the morning everyday. I started freaking out. Because, holy effing hell I didn't study at all and it's six-freaking-thirty in the morning! I didn't touch my bio book or my notes. I didn't memorize any math formulas or practice any problems. And I had an hour and a half to cram all that before the exams start?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya 'to. Kaya 'to," I was muttering to myself as I hit the on button on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a dash to the bathroom. As I climbed into the shower, I was already running through my head everything that needed to be done. Bio bonus, math formulas, quick notes review... My hand was on the shower's knob when I looked up outside the window. Weird. It was pitch dark. I couldn't see my neighbor's laundry hanging outside. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, so I climbed up and peered outside the window. It really was that dark. Bit too early for 6:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a towel and ran to my room. I checked the upper-right corner of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I saw a P instead of an A on my analog clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha. Damn it. I laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how 2 and a half years in Pisay can make you believe that you can go on and sleep uninterruptedly for sixteen hours without waking up just because you're that tired. I'm also amazed at how Pisay has made me think it's possible to study for 2.5 units worth of exams in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7438065176632995376?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7438065176632995376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-losing-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7438065176632995376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7438065176632995376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-losing-it.html' title='i&apos;m losing it'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7941204779250842784</id><published>2008-12-13T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:12:49.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairgel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arjelle agupitan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUNspLKIzHI/AAAAAAAAANY/R7q8It9xivM/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUNspLKIzHI/AAAAAAAAANY/R7q8It9xivM/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279182642834099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;ILY Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7941204779250842784?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7941204779250842784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/hairgel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7941204779250842784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7941204779250842784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/hairgel.html' title='hairgel!'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUNspLKIzHI/AAAAAAAAANY/R7q8It9xivM/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2838644948463452671</id><published>2008-12-08T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:10:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exactly twenty-eight years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUD1KjOPMAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kyQLRcFoaw4/s1600-h/7425398dc51a06422631dab7839473cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUD1KjOPMAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kyQLRcFoaw4/s400/7425398dc51a06422631dab7839473cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488324880674818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love you forever and ever, John. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2838644948463452671?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2838644948463452671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/exactly-twenty-eight-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2838644948463452671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2838644948463452671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/exactly-twenty-eight-years.html' title='exactly twenty-eight years'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUD1KjOPMAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kyQLRcFoaw4/s72-c/7425398dc51a06422631dab7839473cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-4530052255498138050</id><published>2008-12-07T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:43:27.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big girl, you are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, today was Hairspray + Mika. Hence the entry title. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clickie on teh illegally taken picture for the rest of my post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-girl-you-are-beautiful.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/hermyisa/12062008411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Holy craaaap, Hairspray was amazing.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left the house at 11:45ish. Dropped Leina off at Miriam and picked ate Anna up from UP. RD bought ate Anna and I tickets. Woo, thanks RD! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were still 5 minutes late for the 2:00 show. XD We missed &lt;em&gt;Good Morning Baltimore &lt;/em&gt;and the beginning of &lt;em&gt;The Nicest Kids In Town&lt;/em&gt;. But it was fine. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wasn't a dull, out-of-place actor among any of them. (Okay maybe there was one?) They all played their roles awesomely. They were fantastic singers and actors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dulce, who played Motormouth Maybelle, and Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo, who played Mrs. Von Tussel, were just &lt;em&gt;woah&lt;/em&gt;. *___*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh. My God. Filipinos make amazing black people. Next to Africans, I think Filipinos are the second greatest singers in the world. The three girls who played the Dynamites blew me away. They were freaking perfect. Amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They didn't perform Ladies Choice and New GIrl In Town. :( But it was still amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its storyline was so different from the movie's storyline. But again, it was still amazing. *_*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The set was so cute! With the lights and the moving platform and everything. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have I mentioned it was amazing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE SAW SIR MARDAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna, RD, me: HI SIR!&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mardan: *waves*&lt;br /&gt;Sir's barkada: "Sir"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;AHAHA, sorry sir. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't find Arriele. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stayed outside the doors and got 8 cast members to sign our programmes. Ate Anna and I flailed over the fact that Tim Espinosa, the adorable guy who &lt;strike&gt;was the only one who couldn't sing but made up for it with his dancing skillz&lt;/strike&gt; played Link, signed ours with, &lt;em&gt;"Hello lil' darlin."&lt;/em&gt; *squeespazzflail*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RD and Anna dared me to have Sir Mardan sign Sam Milby's Bench ad in the programme. I chickened out, of course. But that would have been funny. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took us two hours to get home, we watched three episodes of Will and Grace on RD's iPod in the car. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And thennnn I had dinner at RD's house where we watched a DVD of one of Mika's Paris concerts. Holy craaaap, Mika is amazing. I mean, I've always known he was amazing, but he was just perfect live. And I love him a million times more, if that's even possible. His concerts looked like so much fun. They had balloons being thrown around in the audience, and bubbles, and confetti, and um. Animal costumes? Yeah. I swear. AMAZING. He may be dyslexic, but he writes amazing songs. And his voice. His vocal range is like, what, four octaves? He's the definition of musical genius. AND he's freaking multi-lingual. Oh man, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stuck In The Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="29"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqDsdfTwokE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqDsdfTwokE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="30"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpp8oILfOOU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpp8oILfOOU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of don't care that he might be gay. He's hot. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-4530052255498138050?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/4530052255498138050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-girl-you-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4530052255498138050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4530052255498138050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-girl-you-are-beautiful.html' title='big girl, you are beautiful'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-447316782011170213</id><published>2008-12-05T03:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:40:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasko'y naritong muli, nasa ihip na ng hangin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; W&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-wristbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*particularly dark blue, red, green, purple, and gray ones, since they're the colors I'm missing from my rainbow of wristbands. XD But any color would be lovely. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-2009 World Almanac (for lulz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because bb's picture is on the &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUD1sZajBoI/AAAAAAAAANI/j7uBVbzW3O0/wa_09_cover_lg.jpg"&gt;cover&lt;/a&gt;. 2008 was all about the elections, the Olympics, and the &lt;u&gt;David Cook&lt;/u&gt;. Ahahaha. And I find that hilarious and epic. =)) (If you haven't caught on, I'm not serious about this item. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jason Mraz' albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*having the real albums would be awesome. :]&lt;/strike&gt; sjkdnfaksdjnadjnf - Isay, I love you. I really really do. I will never ever be able to thank you enough. *flying tackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-David Cook's album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*T_T please?&lt;/strike&gt; My mom is amazing. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Click Five's albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this I don't mind being burned on a cd. Hi Ada. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The whole Across the Universe soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I don't mind if this is burned too. ;)&lt;/strike&gt; Marzie! Thank yooou! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-an awesome USB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*like that penguin one Luis owns. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sponge Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because I just can't cut down for prom no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-new earphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have a pile of dead ones in my drawer. :\&lt;/strike&gt;Camillaaa. Thank you thank you thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-a mood ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*srsly, I've been asking for one since our first 1st year outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-an awesome graphic t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because I don't have many awesome graphic tees. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hairspray tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HI RD. (even though you have no idea this blog exists.) Last show this Sundaaay. :(&lt;/strike&gt; WE'RE WATCHING THIS SATURDAYYYY! ILY RD! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because my little sister lost mine a thousand miles away from here. :| Oh! And it has to be &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SUD1sK7JDEI/AAAAAAAAANA/mTOBMXYY5DI/FC043936213X.JPG"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; edition. :] I will love you forever if you still find this edition in bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-an awesome rubber bracelet-type watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*like Fidel's. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-metallic silver and gold paint markers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because they're teh awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-RENT: Filmed Live On Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh. my. god. kjdnflkadjnfgad. &lt;a href="http://www.dvdactive.com/news/releases/rent-filmed-live-on-broadway.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, y'all, is my freaking dream come true. It won't be out until February 2009, and it isn't cheap, but GOD. This. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS YOU CAN'T BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-for David Cook to come to the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rather, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confirm&lt;/span&gt; when he's coming. We all know he is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-for David Archuleta to accompany himself on the guitar singing You Can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because You Can's my favorite track on the album. And Archuleta + guitar = yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-for Mika to come to the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol, asaaa. Still, though. Sana. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-an awesome prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*d'you need a reason? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-a passing math grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*again, reason not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know, I know. Instead of wishing for more time, we should make the most of what we're given. Still, this year's disappearing more quickly than I thought it would. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-for everything in the world to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all you need is lovvve. tantananananan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-447316782011170213?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/447316782011170213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/paskoy-naritong-muli-nasa-ihip-na-ng.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/447316782011170213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/447316782011170213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/paskoy-naritong-muli-nasa-ihip-na-ng.html' title='pasko&apos;y naritong muli, nasa ihip na ng hangin'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-1961164553805580885</id><published>2008-12-05T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:06:34.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over?</title><content type='html'>So apparently, this Comsci requirement's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fist pump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll stop posting though. Not yet, at least. I'll close this blog down on New Years Day. For a definitive ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I think I'm going to start blogging on Livejournal again. I miss it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and yeah. i kinda just woke up an hour and a half ago and did nothing but watch youtube vids and surf through eljay comms. i'll get started now.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-1961164553805580885?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/1961164553805580885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1961164553805580885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1961164553805580885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over?'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5750404097595944786</id><published>2008-12-01T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:27:09.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so ironic that the moon is smiling tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's so freaky&lt;br /&gt;it was just our fair&lt;br /&gt;it was all so fun&lt;br /&gt;she was with her friends&lt;br /&gt;and she was prolly preparing for this hell week&lt;br /&gt;for an econ long test&lt;br /&gt;probably curious about watching twilight&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;all these things&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;it all stops&lt;br /&gt;then nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;not your grades&lt;br /&gt;not pisay&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;and it will all boil down to how you lived your life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~RD Bolinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Tintin Timbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ETA @ 9:17&lt;/span&gt;: I think I've figured out why the moon is smiling. I guess we can all imagine that it's Tintin up there smiling down at her loved ones. Smiling to say that everything's okay. That she's found peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5750404097595944786?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5750404097595944786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-petty-angst-of-this-world-seems.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5750404097595944786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5750404097595944786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-petty-angst-of-this-world-seems.html' title='it&apos;s so ironic that the moon is smiling tonight'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-452388003726835288</id><published>2008-12-01T16:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:09:49.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; ul &gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent 3 nights at a hotel because my parents had this convention thingy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...which is why I wasn't able to go online in forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FAAAAIRRRR was much better than last year's fair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C-squared! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JovickPortiaaaa! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vain pics! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funky sunglasses/shutter shades, ftw. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suck and Blow, ftw. XD XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andie and I got addicted to Taptap. TAPTAP FTWWWWW. Ahahaha, whut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sayang yung headstand ni Aleeec. Ohwellz, go Alec. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joaq's Xavier friends! Haha. They should come back next fair. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The concert was so freaking fun. XD Sobra. Nakakahawa sina Carlo. Carlo was jumping all over the place like he was on something. =)) Damn. Ansaya. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sir Guce, ftw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giniling, ftw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all those bands whose names I've forgotten, ftw. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It ended at 1 am though. My parents scolded the heck out of me for staying through the whole thing. x_x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a good concert though. Too bad the crowd wasn't that big. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be uploading pictures soon. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched CNN Heroes a couple of nights ago. Nakakainspire. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I really wish &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2008/cnn.heroes/archive/liz.mccartney.html"&gt;Liz McCartney&lt;/a&gt;, whose project involved Hurricane Katrina, didn't win Hero Of The Year. Sorry. :| She worked hard and she helped hundreds of people. But I'm a bit annoyed at Hurricane Katrina and all the hype. I mean, yeah. People suffered. People lost their homes and loved ones. But every month, the Philippines gets storms with effects as bad as Katrina. Every month, people suffer. Every month, people lose their homes and their loved ones. But no one seems to care as much as we should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2008/cnn.heroes/archive/viola.vaughn.html"&gt;Viola Vaughn&lt;/a&gt;, who helped keep 10000 girls in school, won Hero Of The Year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But oh well. &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2008/cnn.heroes/archive/"&gt;They're all heroes&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCIGsLwX3w0"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT9IcTFuKdk"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/media/play/qt/6865/24312"&gt;John Legend&lt;/a&gt; were amazing. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The program kept on getting interrupted because of the breaking news from the Taj. They captured the gunshots live. It was so scary. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kind of dislike the Jonas Brothers, but I love their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PZ1Wh0jV-E"&gt;Love Bug music vid&lt;/a&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday, my temperature went up to 39 degrees Celsius. X_X I felt like I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I'm fine now, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't watched Twilight. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eU2w2V-qaFw"&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/" title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/WAD/ribbon_download.gif" alt="Support World AIDS Day" height="89" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LSSes: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PZ1Wh0jV-E"&gt;Love Bug - Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xK8t0gP4isE"&gt;Superwoman - Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz-Jk1FKRYY"&gt;All I Want For Christmas Is Us - Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI8I6qcxWyU"&gt;Yellow - Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVTyLqkez6A"&gt;If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETA @ 7:57&lt;/span&gt;: RX 93.1 is doing a Cook vs. Archuleta thing in a few minutes. And I'm totally against the whole battle of Davids thing because it's getting old. But hey, both Davids back to back on Philippine radio? I. Can't. Resist.&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/2098228927433118586-452388003726835288?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/452388003726835288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-spent-3-nights-at-hotel-because-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/452388003726835288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/452388003726835288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-spent-3-nights-at-hotel-because-my.html' title='&lt; ul &gt;'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-4367417350850099176</id><published>2008-11-25T22:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:41:36.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Jose siblings XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I scrolled down my Y!m list and I saw my name in Estelle's little brother's status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSwLyZJm4gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QbFEMZBLr6M/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSwLyZJm4gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QbFEMZBLr6M/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272602224116556290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was like "whut"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I changed my status to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Williard? o_O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to IM Estelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="imcToEntry" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcToEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;status ni williard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="imcToEntry" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;may classmate siya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcToEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;na isabel din pangalan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcToEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a few seconds later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="willjosh_2005"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Williard Joshua Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:28)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(43, 203, 143);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(37, 199, 161);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(25, 192, 195);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(20, 189, 210);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 189, 219);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 196, 190);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 204, 154);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(158, 227, 60);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="willjosh_2005"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Williard Joshua Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(46, 204, 135);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 202, 146);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(38, 200, 158);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 198, 165);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(28, 194, 188);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 191, 199);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(21, 190, 206);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 188, 218);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(9, 183, 240);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(7, 182, 248);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 187, 226);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 192, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(59, 197, 183);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(70, 201, 168);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 206, 146);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(123, 217, 103);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 225, 67);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 231, 45);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="willjosh_2005"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Williard Joshua Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Estelle replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="imcToEntry" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nung nakita ko sta t mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sinugod ko xa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcToEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Williard Joshua Jose (22:28): &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(43, 203, 143);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(43, 203, 143);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(37, 199, 161);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(37, 199, 161);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(25, 192, 195);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(25, 192, 195);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(20, 189, 210);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(20, 189, 210);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;w&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 189, 219);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 189, 219);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 196, 190);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 196, 190);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 204, 154);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 204, 154);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(158, 227, 60);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(158, 227, 60);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;Williard Joshua Jose (22:29):  &lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(46, 204, 135);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(46, 204, 135);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 202, 146);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 202, 146);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(38, 200, 158);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(38, 200, 158);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 198, 165);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 198, 165);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 196, 176);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(28, 194, 188);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(28, 194, 188);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 191, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 191, 199);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(21, 190, 206);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(21, 190, 206);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 188, 218);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 188, 218);"&gt; &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 185, 229);"&gt;k&lt;span style="color: rgb(9, 183, 240);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(9, 183, 240);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(7, 182, 248);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(7, 182, 248);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 187, 226);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 187, 226);"&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 192, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 192, 204);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(59, 197, 183);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(59, 197, 183);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(70, 201, 168);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(70, 201, 168);"&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 206, 146);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 206, 146);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 211, 125);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(123, 217, 103);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(123, 217, 103);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 220, 89);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 225, 67);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 225, 67);"&gt;b&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 231, 45);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 231, 45);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;Williard Joshua Jose (22:29):  &lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(49, 206, 128);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 182, 244);"&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 236, 24);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what the hell sinabi mo kay isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tas un pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="isabelrserrano"&gt;&lt;span class="imcToLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isabel&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcToEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imcSimpleEntry" yid="purplestar_fma"&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromLabel"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estelle Jose&lt;span style="" class="imTimestamp"&gt; (22:29)&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="imcFromEntry"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this night. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-4367417350850099176?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/4367417350850099176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/jose-siblings-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4367417350850099176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4367417350850099176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/jose-siblings-xd.html' title='the Jose siblings XD'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSwLyZJm4gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QbFEMZBLr6M/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-1621727133383062640</id><published>2008-11-25T21:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:00:03.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger has cuts? no way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-has-cuts-no-way.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSwBoGJEGMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cCXVPE4phwg/s320/7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="fullpost"&gt;The samples won't delay but the cable-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="fullpost"&gt;There's another way. Say something. Anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="fullpost"&gt;Test 1, 2, 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="fullpost"&gt;Anything but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: SKJDNGSLDKNG! HOLY CHEESEBALLS. OH YEAH! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll go and fix my spastic lengthy MJ post. And my other very lengthy posts that need to be under a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read More...&lt;/span&gt; link. AHAHA. This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT2: WAIT. LEMME TRY SOMETHING ELSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT3: AAAAH, that's freaking amazing. Clicking on the picture does the same thing as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Read More...&lt;/span&gt; link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-1621727133383062640?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/1621727133383062640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-has-cuts-no-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1621727133383062640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1621727133383062640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-has-cuts-no-way.html' title='Blogger has cuts? no way.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSwBoGJEGMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cCXVPE4phwg/s72-c/7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-8901474940029149864</id><published>2008-11-25T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:12:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I don't get STR. XD&lt;br /&gt;2.) I could have passed Math if I simplified three angles. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;3.) CHEM. #*@%#(!&amp;amp; CHEM.&lt;br /&gt;4.) You know why. Yeah, you.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I don't wanna study for Socsci. I just don't. Never did, never will. x_x&lt;br /&gt;6.) I still don't have David Cook's cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. HAHA. Whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there are lots of things to be happy about. People have been emailing me about my Michael Johns videos on Youtube and how they're extremely HQ XD. And there's the fair this weekend. AND the concert. :D And then there's the Rosal girls outing on Thursday (na sana matuloy. :D) And a bunch of stuff. AND LINKIN PARK'S &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NUMB&lt;/span&gt; IS PLAYING ON THE RADIO NOW. Um, wala lang, I haven't heard it in forever. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHET, I am so bipolar right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey Jude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Don't let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 George, Paul, John, Ringo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-8901474940029149864?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/8901474940029149864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/tsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8901474940029149864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8901474940029149864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-4378972100723214443</id><published>2008-11-21T23:12:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:52:12.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glossy Aussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTwO0UP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/q6LRGHK-_Ls/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTwO0UP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/q6LRGHK-_Ls/s320/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133239448452946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Read More...&lt;/span&gt; for more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(If you wanna skip my lengthy spastic rambling and you're here for the pics and videos, scroll down. Pics are somewhere around the middle and the videos are at the very end. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; concert ever. And I didn't even go with anybody. My mom was supposed to be there, but she arrived thirty minutes after the show ended. So I was just there. Just me and dozens of other screaming fans at the barricades. And it was just so freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Before the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I arrived at Greenbelt at around 4:40 for the 7:00 concert. Yep, since I didn't have any tickets, I stood outside at the barricades reserving my spot for more than two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood at my spot listening to a remix of More Today Than Yesterday and Michael Johns' Queen medley play on loop over the PA system. And it was so funny listening to people pass by the MJ tarpaulin and go, "Ah. Maykel Jan." HAHA, whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgQGwcxvUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3QjQ2rWBXQo/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgQGwcxvUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3QjQ2rWBXQo/s320/DSC01188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481072108027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fans at the barricades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, two hours went by just like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. Soon the crowd at the barricades was getting thicker, and the seats were slowly being filled. And soon the Magic 89.9 DJs were giving away free stuff. AND THENNN. It was 7:00. And an announcement rings through the air that the show will begin in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grip tita Gela's video cam and stand on the rail's base. And I'm shaking because holy cheese, Michael frickin Johns will appear on stage any second. And also yeah, the camcorder was heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND THEN EFF. HE COMES OUT AND I EXPLODE. EVERYBODY FREAKING EXPLODES. Well at least the people around me were exploding. &lt;i&gt;Exploding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael sounded &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;. He sounded awesome on Idol, sure. But he sounded a million times as awesome live. His voice is just &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;. And he is so freaking &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;. Guh. x_x He is proof that American Idol does work. And to think he got eliminated 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the songs he sang were the Queen medley, It's All Wrong But It's Alright, Wonderwall, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Purple Rain, Don't You Forget About Me, Yellow, Come Together and some new original songs that'll be on his debut album which will be released around March. And he said he's definitely going to release his album here. And the crowd screams even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also going to release a single here in the Philippines whose proceeds will go to "Batnay Bana? 163?" And we all laugh and correct him. And he goes, "Oh, don't you laugh at my accent. I had enough of that on the show. They'd be like, "Hey, foreign kid, get out."" Ahaha, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl seated in front of where I was standing had a "MAVID FAN" sign. Oh, yeah. \m/ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the show, after the Queen medley, he runs off stage and into the tent to the side. And we wonder what the heck is going on. Some girls behind me scream, "Come out, Michael!" And about 3 minutes later he runs back with a new shirt because the previous one he had on was drenched. "I was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; going to be wet the rest of this show. AC/DC, there's no stopping that, right?" he said gesturing to his AC/DC shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of songs he sang his last song, Purple Rain. And damn, I wish it lasted longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, gosh, my throat hurts so much right now from screaming and going, "I LOVE YOU, MJ!" with everybody else all throughout the whole show. He was so amazing. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cue picspam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUj_r5luI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GO7qvXR4BJM/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUj_r5luI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GO7qvXR4BJM/s320/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271485972460705506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how far away I was from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUk-XMoLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ROmo2braVhc/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUk-XMoLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ROmo2braVhc/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271485989285306546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, hello there, Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTvq57NaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gwvEaQXJKmY/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTvq57NaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gwvEaQXJKmY/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133229808301474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUlpMWgrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2foHu5M1D0s/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUlpMWgrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2foHu5M1D0s/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271486000782541490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's feelin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgQG_AhJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/XEwjH1eRmIE/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgQG_AhJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/XEwjH1eRmIE/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481076016031714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't tell, because for some reason Blogger tends to make my pics low quality, but MJ is looking straight at my camera. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUlFkzPeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qRYzBeMg1M/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUlFkzPeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qRYzBeMg1M/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271485991221411298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgWVRbNJyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HC9KlZa2c6k/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgWVRbNJyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HC9KlZa2c6k/s320/DSC01238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271487918547740450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Can I pretty please be this mic stand?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgRC_mY72I/AAAAAAAAAJU/13EGnbsiaMg/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgRC_mY72I/AAAAAAAAAJU/13EGnbsiaMg/s320/DSC01243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482106967027554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the orange/yellow lights behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUkMkU3zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/E8bhxdAGMgI/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSgUkMkU3zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/E8bhxdAGMgI/s320/DSC01229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271485975918599986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drenched&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTvi-wbKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w6F4TbvYBtM/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTvi-wbKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w6F4TbvYBtM/s320/DSC01242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133227681082530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock it out, bb. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I had made eye contact with Michael freaking Johns &lt;strike&gt;and was a total spazz&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the concert, my mom didn't arrive yet. So I was 20 meters away from MJ, leaning over the barricade, watching people with meet and greet stubs hug and take pictures with him. Do you know how depressing it was? It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt;. I was 20 meters away from him and I couldn't even &lt;i&gt;touch&lt;/i&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meet and greet was over and I watched him wave to the crowd and enter the tent. My mom eventually came and she said she was going to go to the bathroom. So I waited at the barricades a little longer waiting for MJ to come out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a blond woman come out of the tent and I realize that, "OMGOSH THAT'S STACEY JOHNS!" MJ's lucky lucky wife. Haha. MJ follows her out of the tent and they're being whisked away by his handlers. And they're walking to the opposite end of the park to where their car is. I grip the camcorder and freaking RUN to the opposite side. And I'm at the other end of the barricade and I'm just 5 feet away from MJ with the railings in between us. And I call out to him, "MJ! MJ! MJ!" And I didn't expect him to look at me but he did. And holy crap. I froze up. I had the camera aimed at him and everything but I couldn't move my finger to hit the record button. I was there just staring at him looking at me waiting for me to say something. He was freaking &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; at me. And I wanted to ask for a picture but Stacey was already walking ahead of him and he looked like he was in a hurry and I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. So I gave him a thumbs up and grinned at him and said, "Y-y-you did great!" And he smiled big at me and nodded and he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentally slapped myself for being such a dork. &lt;i&gt;You were great&lt;/i&gt;? AND a thumbs up? Stupid stupid fangirl moment. Eff. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. MJ smiled at me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, when I finally get to meet Archuleta or Cook I think that, instead of freezing up, I'ma simply &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So, RECAP in three sentences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight was an awesome night. Michael Johns is goshdarn amazing. I am a total spazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;*uploading videos*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm still currently uploading videos but I have some of the videos up here:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos are complete. :D Check 'em out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=194858938198A21E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/194858938198A21E"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/194858938198A21E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the button beside the play button to see the playlist with the rest of the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suggest that you open them up on Youtube and click on the "watch in high quality" link under the video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Holy crap, that was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-4378972100723214443?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/4378972100723214443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/glossy-aussie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4378972100723214443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4378972100723214443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/glossy-aussie.html' title='the glossy Aussie'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SSbTwO0UP1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/q6LRGHK-_Ls/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5278949777040741572</id><published>2008-11-21T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:10:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today will be a rollercoaster.</title><content type='html'>Yep. Technically it's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First period = SocSci = bonding session with the Singaporeans. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filipino = period of nothingness (except when Sir is on activist mode). \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prom comm meeting after class. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'LL BE WATCHING MICHAEL JOHNS! With my mom. Haha. Yeah. :DDDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be getting David Cook's album. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Downs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math. Math's almost always a down. :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem longtest I haven't studied for yet. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio longtest I'm halfway through studying for. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The possibility that I won't have a camera to capture "M to the J" and all his awesomeness. *_*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The possibility that I won't find Cook's album. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"...It's just a rollercoaster anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maroon 5,&lt;br /&gt;Better That We Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5278949777040741572?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5278949777040741572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-will-be-rollercoaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5278949777040741572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5278949777040741572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-will-be-rollercoaster.html' title='today will be a rollercoaster.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2776915404604260976</id><published>2008-11-18T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:49:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, physics</title><content type='html'>This is what I missed because I had to stay home and study for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSpbLxdBPFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSpbLxdBPFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go with that group of people from the Livejournal communities. Rae, Angel, and miss_charmed (because I don't know what her real name is, LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae left me a comment on my Livejournal along with that video up there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just got back from MJ's show at Trinoma, and I haven't uploaded my videos yet pero this one minadali ko talaga because OMG HE DID THE SEXY DANCE FOR US. We didn't have your sign, sorry, but halfway through the show we decided to be complete dorks and make one. And it said SEXY DANCE. Hahaha. Tapos tinawag namin sya after the meet and greet and he did it for us, so here it is because um I need to share hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Naubos na ang dignidad namin sa kaka-sigaw dun, HAHAHAHAHA. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read this tonight, that means you're not studying for your exam tomorrow ha, tsk tsk. XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'm studying, I'm studying. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ETA&lt;/span&gt;: Omg, he sang &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-xizYaYeJI"&gt;Yellow&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA on November 19, 2008, 6:51 PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have just gone to the concert last night. It wouldn't have made a difference. I would have failed Physics either way. x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2776915404604260976?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2776915404604260976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-physics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2776915404604260976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2776915404604260976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-physics.html' title='oh, physics'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5442062236008874002</id><published>2008-11-17T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:08:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eto nanaman</title><content type='html'>I'm back home&lt;strike&gt;ish&lt;/strike&gt;. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did parts of Fil and read English on the plane. I wasn't able to do Chem yet and I don't think I have the energy to. But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I don't want to go back to school yet. Not now. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I wanna do a quick recap of last week. Because it was such a fun week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited Ateneo when my mom got my sisters' report cards. I love it that teachers still remember me. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met Mandalicious at Ateneo and I invited her over to come to the house the next day to play RockBand. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I brought my sister to Pisay SMC for the exam, I bumped into both Ma'am Docto and Ma'am Yazon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister found the test easy. But then all of them did. So yeah. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both Manda and Liana were allowed to come to my house. And playing RockBand turned into sleeping over at my house! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manda cracked horrible but hilarious jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We watched Mamma Mia. They were both extremely shocked when they found out who was playing Sophie. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all now have Dirty Little Secret stuck in our heads, thanks to RockBand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My seatmate on the plane smelled horrible. @_@ Sorry. Just had to get that out since it's been bothering me. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided not to go to Michael Johns' concert since he'll be in Trinoma a day before the Physics test. But then there's still Greenbelt on Friday. I just don't have anybody to go with. :( If any of you want to go, tell meeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to do Chem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Kay. Haha. I be goin' now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I stared at Chem for about 30 seconds. And I don't think my brain can handle this anymore. Bukas na nga. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5442062236008874002?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5442062236008874002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/eto-nanaman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5442062236008874002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5442062236008874002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/eto-nanaman.html' title='eto nanaman'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3374622043550491034</id><published>2008-11-15T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:00:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new HBP trailer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/msK67VHZ1DE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/msK67VHZ1DE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are of course wondering why I brought you here tonight."&lt;br /&gt;      "Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sort of go with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly. Everything between Dumbles and Harry is just so pedo in this book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who else is freaked out at how tall Dean Thomas is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey, Hermione's bushy hair is back. Woo! *parteeey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lol @ things blowing up around Seamus. I love that they still keep that running gag. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Ron for making this trailer so epic. So wonderfully epic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel Radcliffe needs acting lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Props to Michael Gambon because it looks like he actually read the book this time. He's definitely more Dumbledore-y than the previous three films.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may hate both Emma's and Dan's acting, but they have great chemistry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing I find weird is that Dan's outfit when he filmed Prisoner of Azkaban (the blue shirt with the dark blue neck line and the dark jacket) still fits him after three years. Or the wardrobe people just ran out of ideas and got him exactly the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;QUIDDITCH, how I've missed you so. AND RON AS KEEPER, OH YEAH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yay, I spot Bellatrix.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does weepy!Emma Watson make me laugh? Why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MALFOY LOOKS HOT. WHAT HAPPENED. I can't wait for the bleeding!Malfoy scenes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haha, Dan is shorter than Bonnie Wright (Ginny).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WOAH. Were those Inferi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh man. London bridge (? XD) is falling down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it July yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3374622043550491034?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3374622043550491034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hbp-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3374622043550491034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3374622043550491034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hbp-trailer.html' title='new HBP trailer!'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6599561685646521230</id><published>2008-11-15T00:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:40:59.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three lessons learned from an afternoon at the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. "...good things come to those who wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lol, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqjrmThGME0"&gt;You Can&lt;/a&gt; lyric reference.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am one happy little fangirl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SR2mH5MoViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/veRWVwbuIYE/s1600-h/11142008286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SR2mH5MoViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/veRWVwbuIYE/s320/11142008286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268549793636439586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. There is a reason why they call it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;-ery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that is a live black cat in the middle of the grocery aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SR2o4xzI_fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2IWsC7wWpag/s1600-h/11142008311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SR2o4xzI_fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2IWsC7wWpag/s320/11142008311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268552832487325170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Never bring your innocent little 10 year old sister to the pharmacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tend to  get curious. Very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anna: *picks up a box of Durex*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me: *silently freaks out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anna: Ooh, gum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me: No, Anna, those are condoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anna: Oh. *laughs at herself and puts the box down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me: *has no idea if she knows what they're for*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anna: *eyes a basket filled with tubes of Durex branded lubricant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me: *silent freaking out ensues*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anna: *picks up a tube of lube* Oh look, hair gel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I bring her with me to Watsons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6599561685646521230?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6599561685646521230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-lessons-learned-from-afternoon-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6599561685646521230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6599561685646521230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-lessons-learned-from-afternoon-at.html' title='three lessons learned from an afternoon at the mall'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SR2mH5MoViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/veRWVwbuIYE/s72-c/11142008286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-9146355163919238694</id><published>2008-11-13T22:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:53:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay pisay</title><content type='html'>If I had a peso for every time I muttered that phrase under my breath, I'd be one rich biznatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But d'you know who is acting like such a biznatch right now? My sister is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Read More...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past &lt;i&gt;weeks&lt;/i&gt;, I think, she's been pressuring herself. She's been stressing herself out because of the Pisay entrance exams. And now that they're in two days, her biznatch meter is about to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my sister has anger and stress issues. Every little thing ticks her off and makes her &lt;i&gt;explode&lt;/i&gt;. She snaps at people around her when she's irritated, she'll throw fits when things go wrong. She'll bring on hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is just weird. Because my sister is the sweetest thing on Earth. She is very thoughtful and very kind. And she works very hard in everything she does. She has such a big heart. And she is a nice person with very good intentions. She'd prepare mine and my little sister's lunches for school, and pack our clothes for trips. I swear, she makes me look like one crappy older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that she is very VERY bipolar. Her mood swings are like &lt;i&gt;woah&lt;/i&gt;. She can be the nicest person. And she can also be the nastiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am so stressed about her making herself so stressed about passing the Pisay exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is taking it too seriously. She's going to beat herself up if she doesn't pass, I think. I mean, nobody is pressuring her. But I think the fact that "ate didn't even plan on going to Diliman, but she got in!" is driving her to push herself to her limits. Hun, I missed 15 items on the math exam. I have no idea how i got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell her Pisay is just not worth all the fuss and the stress. It's not the only school in the world. It's not the best school. It's not even a &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screenshot from my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRxLvrUJEvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ImSfsLHsQeE/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268168946569777906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRxLvrUJEvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ImSfsLHsQeE/s400/Picture+17.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh God. I don't want to subject my baby sister to the fiery pits of hell. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; am cracking under the pressure. I can't imagine how much more my sister will crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a friend about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;friend (22:22): try and see muna&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:22): if she can't take it, pull her out&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:22): XD&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:22): only she can tell you how the water feels against her skin&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:22): haha. lol&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:22): that was the stupidest analogy ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me (22:23): but if you see that the water's already freaking boiling, the most sensible thing to do is tell her to move her finger away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;friend (22:25): maybe she has special abilities that allow her to tolerate extreme temperatures? ...or not. it might just make her even more hotheaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me (22:25): yeah. that's what'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend (22:25): she'll snap o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me (22:25): yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend (22:25): that's what she'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me (22:25): i don't want her to snap, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;me (22:25): kasi naman. anger issueees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend (22:25): and.. since you're the only other one there&lt;br /&gt;friend (22:25): she'll take it all out on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me (22:26): exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend (22:26): ohh... *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudder, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what she told me in the car yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait for the test to be over so I could have my life back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hun. Going to Pisay is like re-taking that test everyday. Only the test gets harder and harder each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, what do I do with yooou. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-9146355163919238694?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/9146355163919238694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/hay-pisay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/9146355163919238694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/9146355163919238694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/hay-pisay.html' title='hay pisay'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRxLvrUJEvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ImSfsLHsQeE/s72-c/Picture+17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5428486901307169518</id><published>2008-11-12T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:08:06.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-real.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp9s8iyG7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Fb7-Je67XPU/s320/11112008260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267660925282950066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clickie on the strawberries for the whole post&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my personal auti day. I was steadily auti from the beginning of the day til the end (if we pretend we didn't have Chem). The way Jim Sturgess says "girl". My bleeding strawberries. Oh, Across The Universe makes me so auti. I love it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the icky-auti Food Sci dough. Ma'am bought a bag of flour with lice and worms in it. Lots of them. And the amazing part is that we actually still used the flour. We didn't bake it though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp9QSOpJmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/opSeYs5ObJQ/s1600-h/11112008241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp9QSOpJmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/opSeYs5ObJQ/s320/11112008241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267660432887850594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8weUm7YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RujucXMdiYY/s1600-h/11112008246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8weUm7YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RujucXMdiYY/s320/11112008246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267659886378282370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8vyIMz6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3q_CpADvBjE/s1600-h/11112008239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8vyIMz6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3q_CpADvBjE/s320/11112008239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267659874515079074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8wKwI1hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CLHBStspidE/s1600-h/11112008253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp8wKwI1hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CLHBStspidE/s320/11112008253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267659881125041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Food Sci. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually voiced out my opinions on CFAwards.blogspot.com on this blog, but some of you know I find it utterly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. Jeez. They actually rated and ranked the Batch 2010 girls based on looks. With numbers and averages and shiz. They rated us like we were car models on display. Like they were test tasting ice cream flavors. Like we were objects without feelings or opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GOD. Scrapping the 54 who weren't in the Top 20. What the freaking hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really disappointed you guys stooped so low and did all this without stopping to think how it'd make us feel. I don't get how people so smart can be so tactless and insensitive. And just downright stupid. It was an extremely shallow thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our batch is effed up. I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; realizes this by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You have no idea how many curse words and profanities I deleted and replaced.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETA&lt;/span&gt;: But hey. I heard recently that they took the site down. I'm really happy they did the right thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have David Archuleta's album. But I was gifted an iTunes download by an awesome gifting campaign. With bonus tracks and more tracks written by David and shiz. It's lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AUzM1bFYF8"&gt;Waiting On Yesterday&lt;/a&gt; was just an iTunes bonus track. It's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HEARD &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YEEJ6GnxNM"&gt;TOUCH MY HAND&lt;/a&gt; ON THE RADIO. Do you know how much I freaked? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaked&lt;/span&gt;. Who knew it'd be his new single? Haha. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooooome. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5428486901307169518?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5428486901307169518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5428486901307169518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5428486901307169518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-real.html' title='nothing is real.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SRp9s8iyG7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Fb7-Je67XPU/s72-c/11112008260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-8481910330236014273</id><published>2008-11-10T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:11:46.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight i have to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;write that Physics reaction paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a mind map for Bio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for Chem because I used the Chem period this afternoon for Physics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack for Davao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll get started in a few minutes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT @ 12:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. Jim Sturgess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Z1EodDfgGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Z1EodDfgGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes my entire being melt. Just, freaking &lt;i&gt;melt&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to watch Across The Universe again when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T PACKED FOR DAVAO YET. I haven't done Physics yet either. Nor have I studied for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking lazy. I'm on vacation mode already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Sturgess kasi.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-8481910330236014273?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/8481910330236014273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8481910330236014273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8481910330236014273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-i-have-to.html' title='tonight i have to...'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7167706217363016787</id><published>2008-11-10T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:02:33.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang it.</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be the day. Why did you have to lift my spirits up too high, Sony BMG? &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to two malls after class, yo. TWO. And I went to four different cd stores and &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt; of them had David Archuleta's album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listens to Across The Universe soundtrack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT @ 10:58 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae and Angel and the others got their copies at Greenbelt's Music One. And they took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e338/etiam_exspecto/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e338/etiam_exspecto/001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greenbelt.&lt;/span&gt; *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm being crazy. Very, very crazy. But for me, getting this album on its release date is as big as getting the newest Harry Potter book on its release date. And I didn't. And just. Hay. Stupid Sony BMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm done sulking now. Off to Bio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7167706217363016787?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7167706217363016787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/dang-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7167706217363016787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7167706217363016787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/dang-it.html' title='dang it.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-567669896090218270</id><published>2008-11-08T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:01:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgyay!</title><content type='html'>Bianca and I are cousins, wtf! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're not entirely sure. For all we know, she might be my aunt. Or she might be my niece. Or I might be her grandmother. But her lolo is pretty sure they're related to the Salvosas in Laguna. And my lola on my dad's side is a Salvosa who's from Laguna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Small, small, world. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-567669896090218270?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/567669896090218270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/omgyay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/567669896090218270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/567669896090218270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/omgyay.html' title='omgyay!'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5489665541092704947</id><published>2008-11-07T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:50:17.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive me for being selfish...</title><content type='html'>But I am so royally PISSED right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; anger in a long while. And f*ck, it sure knows how to make an entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff. Eff. &lt;i&gt;Eff&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5489665541092704947?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5489665541092704947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgive-me-for-being-selfish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5489665541092704947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5489665541092704947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgive-me-for-being-selfish.html' title='forgive me for being selfish...'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6336484241283932762</id><published>2008-11-06T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:20:37.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Williams is my hero.</title><content type='html'>Wait no. He comes second after Jonathan Larson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an amusingly amazing tribute to the soundtracks John Williams composed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he included Harry Potter in there I would have died. But yeah. No Harry Potter :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6336484241283932762?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6336484241283932762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-williams-is-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6336484241283932762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6336484241283932762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-williams-is-my-hero.html' title='John Williams is my hero.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-8938314799826694912</id><published>2008-11-05T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:14:22.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end.</title><content type='html'>I have Chem all laid out in front of me. But I can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL DAVID ARCHULETA'S FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His album just HAD to get leaked out a day before the Chem LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the details because I'll just bore you all to death but overall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many epic tracks on it. And so many heartwarming ones. And so many tracks that'll get stuck in people's heads. AND CHRIS BROWN-ESQUE ONES. Oh God XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the most perfect album. But it's still amazingly good considering he completed this in about three months. And I'm so happy with the tracks David co-wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...DUDE. My bb has an album. It kind of just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I admit that I actually laughed at Barriers because its intro was very thug!David. And that's just epic-ly weird on so many levels. BUT YEAH. THUG!DAVID GROWS ON YOU. Well. It grew on me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. I am one happy weirdo right now. The album sounds amazing. My favorites so far are... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let Go&lt;/span&gt; - an epic track he wrote with JC from NSync. It's so good. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You Can&lt;/span&gt; - a pretty acoustic guitar ballad that made my heart flutter with pride and joy. This track is extremely David, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A Little Too Not Over You &lt;/span&gt;- another very catchy song David co-wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Touch My Hand&lt;/span&gt; - which reminds me so much of when the Idols would perform Please Don't Stop The Music performance on tour. Aw, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Running&lt;/span&gt; - THE CHRIS BROWN-ESQUE ONE! XD. It'll be hell to perform live because of all the high notes but it's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; tracks out of the 12 are ballads. But the album still sounds amazing and it doesn't sound awkward. (Except for the Barriers intro and the "eh eh eh"s in A Little Too Not Over You's intro. And those are just intros, yo. Everything else is great.)  IN YO FACE, SIMON COWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the pic to listen to the album leaks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snarkyarchies.com/2008/11/um-apparently-whole-album-is-on-z100.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 317px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w177/jimmydickson/david1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;THE ALBUM'S COMING OUT ON NOVEMBER 10th HERE IN THE PHILIPPINES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about two days before it hits America. THAT'S ABOUT FOUR DAYS FROM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great Archuleta-filled day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-8938314799826694912?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/8938314799826694912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-let-music-stop-cant-let-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8938314799826694912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8938314799826694912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-let-music-stop-cant-let-this.html' title='can&apos;t let the music stop, can&apos;t let this feeling end.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6899890115520291384</id><published>2008-11-04T16:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:31:32.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ashamed.</title><content type='html'>Ma'am Dacs just commented on my spazzy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMIGOD MICHAEL JOHNS IS COMING HERE!" &lt;/span&gt;entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;- d a c s - said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;    Hey Isabel, you're blog's the main source for the MJ-Ayala gigs buzz at &lt;a href="http://michaeljohnsonline.com/2008/11/01/michael-johns-is-coming-to-the-philippines/"&gt;michaeljohnsonline.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. MichaelJohnsOnline.com? That's like one of the biggest MJ fansites out there. And they linked back to this blog? With all my emo, crappy, useless blog entries? &lt;strike&gt;Like this one?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it awesome that they cited me as their source. But then... oh my god. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whut?&lt;/span&gt; That post? As a source? That flaily, fangirly, good for nothin' post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff. Kill me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6899890115520291384?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6899890115520291384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-ashamed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6899890115520291384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6899890115520291384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-ashamed.html' title='i&apos;m ashamed.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-8581156051766970789</id><published>2008-11-04T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:53:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teh boredness</title><content type='html'>Rb's having comsci right now. Most of us are done with the array exercise, so we're all just bloghopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia's sitting to my right practicing texting on a QWERTY keypad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo's sitting to my left using the Rblinks on my sidebar to bloghop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ligaya&lt;/i&gt; is playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys now have man-crushes on James Lafferty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I have the wrong Gino on my links list. :| I'ma change that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to make a slot machine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-8581156051766970789?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/8581156051766970789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/teh-boredness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8581156051766970789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/8581156051766970789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/teh-boredness.html' title='teh boredness'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-4428383609842256612</id><published>2008-11-03T18:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:00:40.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's a genius</title><content type='html'>Today during lunch, Joe and I had one of those emo talks. You know. Those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"F*ck. I hate life. Be emo with me."&lt;/span&gt; kind of talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;onding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ession&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the first letter of each of those three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is shit, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-4428383609842256612?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/4428383609842256612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-bonding-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4428383609842256612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4428383609842256612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-bonding-session.html' title='Joe&apos;s a genius'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2814488580792197410</id><published>2008-11-02T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:44:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nofrickinwai.</title><content type='html'>Michael Johns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Johns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Johns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/twoboldnyc/michaeljohnsPROMOsmall.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, freakin' Michael Johns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lol, I have no idea why I'm so excited about this. I just am. *_*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Johns will be performing at the Ayala malls this November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/18, Tuesday: &lt;a href="http://www.ayalamalls.com.ph/content/trinoma_mall_events.asp"&gt;Trinoma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/19, Wednesday: &lt;a href="http://www.ayalamalls.com.ph/content/glorietta_mall_events.asp"&gt;Glorietta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/20, Thursday: &lt;a href="http://www.ayalamalls.com.ph/content/alabang_mall_events.asp"&gt;Alabang Town Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/21, Friday: &lt;a href="http://www.ayalamalls.com.ph/content/greenbelt_mall_events.asp"&gt;Greenbelt 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma try to watch on Tuesday at Trinoma. Or Friday at Greenbelt. Who wants to come with? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I'm too much of an Idol geek. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2814488580792197410?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2814488580792197410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nofrickinwai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2814488580792197410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2814488580792197410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nofrickinwai.html' title='nofrickinwai.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2321394494147058048</id><published>2008-10-31T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:40:11.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, high school</title><content type='html'>Today was one awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;...until I came home and read things I wish I hadn't read because eff, my whole amazing day just went right down the tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what? I did my part. I'm just trying to fix things here because I'm weird that way. My personal glitch is that I self-destruct when people are pissed at me. So, if you want to play the stubborn card, then by all means, do. Kung ganun, eh di ganun. I'm trying to fix my glitch anyway. I'm content with knowing I did my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Screw it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, focusing on the happy majority of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WATCHED HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3. And dude, I didn't expect to like it this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ada, Estelle, Kristina, Alvin, Nathan, Yeyel, Izo, Ismael, and Dane. (Lol, I know. What a random group of people XD). We met up at Trinoma. We grabbed McDo and popcorn and entered the theater. We were one of the first groups in there. So we waited and played the trailer game. And then it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there's prom. Who to ask. How to ask. Who to say yes to. What to wear. How to dance. (Ehem.) What to contribute to the prom committee. What might happen. What won't. The effed-up feeling prom gives you. You can't wait for prom night, but you kind of dread it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's college. I remember dreaming so big when I was little. Oxford. Harvard. Stanford. Princeton. Julliard. And now as I look back on those dreams, I realize how silly they were. I mean, there's nothing wrong with dreaming. But then &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; dreaming is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that &lt;i&gt;"I wish my life could feel like a high school musical"&lt;/i&gt; lyric. I do wish life were one big musical. I want to burst out in song and dance instead of just normally conversing. I want to do choreography on spinning cafeteria tables. I want to dance on a rooftop under the rain and rush back to class all dried up. I want to solve my problems and get rid of my frustrations by singing at the top of my lungs and using the school campus as my stage. I want things to end with a cheesy song and dance number and big smiles all around. I want life to be easier. And cheesier. And happy, at least in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in bed, with my laptop on my stomach, and I have a bag of candy beside me from Trick-or-Treating with Joe, Joaq, Sam, Nico, Anton, and Aaron at Valle Verde. It was so fun. I went around with them for about half an hour and it started drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was Joe's house. the Wii (lol, retarded bungee game), the Cantro blog, Joe's awesome dad skills, Fadi, an Adelfa reunion, talking about how boring it'd be if Sam didn't come (I love you, Shamantha Shanchez), Siamese faggots, gay parades, me not having any boy siblings, Joe not having any siblings, the Joaq face, Truth or Marry-Shag-Kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home at about 8:30. I'm now exhausted, but oh God. I had an awesome time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my Halloween day for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Caballoween. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2321394494147058048?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2321394494147058048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-high-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2321394494147058048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2321394494147058048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-high-school.html' title='oh, high school'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2394602884386705955</id><published>2008-10-30T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:24:10.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hung up the phone tonight</title><content type='html'>Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really did just hang the phone up. I was on the phone with my mom and my sisters. And Katrina and Anna are busy preparing for the big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, it's tradition for us to take Halloween very seriously. We decorate the house with fake cobwebs, pumpkins, little straw witches on brooms and all that jazz. We also make small bags of candy for the Trick-Or-Treaters. We sort out and bag candy, and tie ribbons on about 200 bags each year. It's exhausting and stressful, but dude, it is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny I still used the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we"&lt;/span&gt; in that paragraph when &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; haven't done this in about three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my mom for a really long time. From my plans tomorrow (btw, she said yes to both HSM3 at Trinoma with Ada, Estelle, and co AND Trick-or-Treating with Joe and co. Oh yeah. \m/), to how school is, to my broken contact lens, to grades, to teachers, to how my friends are, to prom, and to things only she knows about. (Oh and maybe Ada.) It's weird that she knows more than my friends at school know about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a solid heart-to-heart talk. I haven't had a real one in effing ages that, I swear, I'm about to explode. I'm so glad I can talk to my mom about almost anything. It makes up for all the times I want to tell people things but just can't because... I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed at my parents a lot for being extremely hovery and obsessive compulsive and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; sometimes but I'd be a messed-up-loner-slasher-emo without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be crying over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"math"&lt;/span&gt; a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my 'rents. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2394602884386705955?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2394602884386705955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hung-up-phone-tonight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2394602884386705955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2394602884386705955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hung-up-phone-tonight.html' title='i hung up the phone tonight'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-1530574147482257881</id><published>2008-10-30T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:30:20.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I feel like an effing bizznatch. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry na anlabo ko. Eff talaga, I just. Yeah. Sorry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-1530574147482257881?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/1530574147482257881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1530574147482257881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1530574147482257881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title=':('/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3070946023461524297</id><published>2008-10-29T01:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:48:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, it's 1 in the morning.</title><content type='html'>...and I don't know why I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because adrenaline is coursing through my system right now because&lt;br /&gt;a.) I just watched a Heroes episode and my slash-shipper!self is going haywire right now because Peter Petrelli creates tension with everything that moves,&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b.) I'm listening to Jack's Mannequin right now and holy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, they are so good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So. Freaking. Amazingly. Good&lt;/span&gt;. *spazzflailded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it might be both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SQdO7IEy9wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tu_UtKGD0ng/s1600-h/bianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SQdO7IEy9wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tu_UtKGD0ng/s400/bianca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261467292563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Filipino class in the grandstand today. We experience something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I punched a hole into my right contact lens today. That's the second time in two months. I'm a bad contact lens owner. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3070946023461524297?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3070946023461524297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-1-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3070946023461524297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3070946023461524297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-1-in-morning.html' title='so, it&apos;s 1 in the morning.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SQdO7IEy9wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tu_UtKGD0ng/s72-c/bianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5527210176540957301</id><published>2008-10-26T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:38:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man, I wish I were Sara.</title><content type='html'>I mean she has an awesome voice and she writes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; songs, but this. THIS. This is why Sara Bareilles is a lucky &lt;strike&gt;bitch&lt;/strike&gt; begy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMXOMvdsUfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMXOMvdsUfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Maroon 5 in their underwear at 4:06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Back to looking for poems now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5527210176540957301?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5527210176540957301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-i-wish-i-were-sara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5527210176540957301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5527210176540957301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-i-wish-i-were-sara.html' title='man, I wish I were Sara.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3070615063380497161</id><published>2008-10-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:55:56.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe in magic~~</title><content type='html'>Today was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday you see your classmates screaming, "ANONG PROBLEMA MO?!" at the heavens from the middle of the field, dancing on a gazebo tabletop, running around like a madman around an occupied gazebo, trying to turn on three Freshmen boys, and asking a pair of lower years for their cellphone numbers. I can't believe everyone was so game to do the dares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT, my friends, is why Rubidium is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, that whole Truth or Dare session with Rb was such a mood picker-upper. The good mood kind of carried over to Physics class. I was in such a good mood, I wasn't affected at ALL by my Physics scores. Any normal person would be bothered. But not even Physics scores could ruin my happy mood. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magical&lt;/span&gt; Rubidium for the win, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what a crazy, crazy, happy day. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3070615063380497161?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3070615063380497161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-believe-in-magic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3070615063380497161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3070615063380497161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='do you believe in magic~~'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-486638501452027346</id><published>2008-10-21T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:09:31.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is depressing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SP3TlvdFbII/AAAAAAAAAEI/KNmoVh6XpJ4/s1600-h/10212008147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SP3TlvdFbII/AAAAAAAAAEI/KNmoVh6XpJ4/s400/10212008147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259592585185684610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil is subbing for Sir Nat while he's gone this week. And he taught us using a dorm door as a chalkboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to do something about this. Stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-486638501452027346?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/486638501452027346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-depressing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/486638501452027346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/486638501452027346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-depressing.html' title='this is depressing.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SP3TlvdFbII/AAAAAAAAAEI/KNmoVh6XpJ4/s72-c/10212008147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6976335754380835494</id><published>2008-10-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:58:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>I mean, there are times i heavily disliked school. But &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. Just. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held in the hallways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held in the dorms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held in the gym faculty room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held beside the pool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held on the gym stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes are held in the front lobby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more AVR sessions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more library.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more music room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anlabo na. Ayoko na. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all that to my currently unstable hormone levels. -_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6976335754380835494?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6976335754380835494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6976335754380835494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6976335754380835494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2360212796454615960</id><published>2008-10-20T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:48:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retreatness</title><content type='html'>The retreat will forever be one of the best times of my high school life. Ever. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse the bullet points, my brain has been nonactive for more than a week and the thought of resuming school tomorrow with new and crappy classroom assignments is not helping my thought process at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angels' Hills! It was beautiful. 2010ville! I thought we were going to be put in dormlike buildings but dude, was I wrong. We all had our own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cottages&lt;/span&gt;. Four or ten to a cottage. Gaby, Cam, and Justine were my roommates. Just. Wow. I loved it. And the chapel was beautiful. And you could feel the holiness of the place. I kept on saying I wanted to live there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alec and Co. and their late night phone calls to our cottage. Okay. So this was ANNOYING LIKE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;, but they brought the LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palanca Night! Palanca Night might be the most memorable night of my life so far. It was so emotionally exhausting, laughing and crying and everything. But things were fixed. I felt so much lighter. I swear, huge burdens I've been carrying around for nearly a year were lifted off my shoulders because of the palancas I wrote and received. PLUS, walking around and talking with friends til 10 pm. And of course giving people &lt;strike&gt;orals&lt;/strike&gt; oral palancas. XD Hay, thanks guys for the palancas. And I regret not writing more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BALCONY HOPPING. I loved balcony hopping from our balcony to Estelle's, Kat's, Marz' and Agnes' balcony and back. I swear, those four barely used their front door at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choir. OH YEAH. \m/ =)) My Heart Will Go On! God, ansabog namin. But it was fun. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People! Just people in general. Retreat made me realize how much I missed people. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GOD. Not only did I realize I missed people, I also realized I haven't been making enough time for God and prayer. Not as much as before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And that's all I can bulletpointitize right now. I'm exhausted. And I'm up late for no reason. I need to print out our new schedule for tomorrow. I hope none of us get lost. But judging by how bangag I feel right now, I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, retreat was fun. Can't wait for fourth year's retreat. XD And next time, I will start writing palancas earlier. WAY earlier. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2360212796454615960?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2360212796454615960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreatness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2360212796454615960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2360212796454615960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreatness.html' title='retreatness'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-4100052858353189134</id><published>2008-10-16T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:49:13.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why blogspot needs lj-cuts</title><content type='html'>It's 1 am. My flight's in 12 hours. I haven't packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I packed, I haven't written any palancas yet. None. NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get started on the plane. I will get started on the plane. I will get started on the plane. I will get freaking started on the plane. Yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited the Pisay SMC campus. And oh wow, it's so pretty! I shall be posting pictures soon. Anyway, I was writing in the guard's logbook with Liana beside me helping me out on what to write. And I could hear Lua and Jp whispering beside the guardhouse. After getting my visitor's pass I walked around and saw Jps and Luie sitting on the curb and smiling up at me. It was a very odd sight, really. They were just smiling and mumbling incoherently up at me. I looked at Liana questioningly and she told me that Lua and Jps were having a contest. Whoever would say one full word to me will have to play the piano at this performance thingy they were having. Lua lost on purpose. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Liana, Jp, Lua, Nyka, Chia, and Janyn showed me around the campus. So, their quad is the just prettiest thing ever. Iunno why, it just is. We walked around the hallways beside the classrooms. I saw a lot of Ignatians. They barely changed, really. Maybe it's because I've seen most of them last recently last December, but yeah. They barely changed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed me their creek, and we spent a good 5 minutes leaning over the bridge staring at the gunk. We played I Spy. We found a cassette tape, a Sprite can, snail eggs, a playing card, a diaper, and a whole lot of interesting items. Oh and it smelled 10 times better than our creek. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this afternoon was fun. I got to bond with my dear, dear friends. Hay, I'll miss them sorely. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had dinner at Hola Espanol with the family, including my grandparents and tito. I couldn't help but feel so depressed. Sembreak was almost over. I'd have to leave home. We'd be going back to work. Pisay is in deep crap right now. I was feeling so stressed and so bummed about everything. But theeeeen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you look at my recent tracks (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://last.fm/"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;), it's filled with David Archuleta. 'Coz yeah. I've been &lt;i&gt;freaking out&lt;/i&gt;. There are two &lt;a href="http://www.snarkyarchies.com/2008/10/leaked-songs.html"&gt;previews&lt;/a&gt; from two songs that'll be on his album that have been leaked out. And gosh, the &lt;a href="http://www.snarkyarchies.com/2008/10/lyrics-my-hands-and-touch-my-hands.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; to My Hands intrigue me. Parental control, Dave? You're 17. o_O But, I'm loving these songs actually. Even though it's kinda weird having two similar song titles on one album. What in the world, Davey? But whatever, both of them were pretty good actually. I'm excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, I read that we have even moar David news. David Cook news. His &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/davidcookai7/651705.html#cutid1"&gt;album art and his track listings&lt;/a&gt; have been released. And dude, mixed emotions here. I'm one of the few Cook fans who don't like it when they gothify him. With the guyliner and everything. I just don't like it. o_o And LOL, Barbasol, Cook? But hey, this is getting me excited too! Haha, whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should sleep now. I need to wake up early tomorrow so I could pack. XD And I was planning to write something for Blog Action Day, but I just can't. I need energy to write 16ish palancas tomorrow. Help me God. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BINGBONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MA'AM DAWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gnight. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-4100052858353189134?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/4100052858353189134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-blogspot-needs-lj-cuts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4100052858353189134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/4100052858353189134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-blogspot-needs-lj-cuts.html' title='this is why blogspot needs lj-cuts'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2861080264986512441</id><published>2008-10-14T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:35:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addu</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at the coffee shop here in the hospital. I just came from a lunch date with my sisters at Ateneo. This is actually my second day visiting Ateneo. I also visited yesterday and Amanda cut PE and had lunch with me and my sisters. Haha, oh Mandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my 12 year-old sister and her classmates today while waiting for the high school's dismissal. And gosh, I realized my little sister is such a bitch. O_O It's kinda scary. I mean, she's still nice, and thoughtful and everything. It's just that, gosh, antapang-tapang niya. God. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was pretty nice seeing familiar faces. Everybody's changed so much. New hair, glasses, growth spurts, new couples (omgyay XD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also fun talking to old teachers. They seriously haven't changed much. The same mannerisms. The same manner of speaking. Same smiles. Except some of them are a bit shorter than I remembered (or maybe that was just because I was wearing 2 1/2 inch heels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss grade school. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make palancas. And I just can't x__x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2861080264986512441?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2861080264986512441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/addu.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2861080264986512441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2861080264986512441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/addu.html' title='addu'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3236214277484046080</id><published>2008-10-12T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:09:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home &lt;3</title><content type='html'>YAY, I'm home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at my lola's house, sat at the passenger's seat of my dad's car, shopped for groceries with my mom, watched freaking Disney Channel for the first time in ages, and played Rockband with my sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that isn't good about life is that my twelve year old sister, Katrina, is freaking TALLER than I am. About a centimeter taller. And it's kinda making me depressed. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having a lunch date with Amanda tomorrow at Ateneo after I treat my sisters out to lunch. And I should be writing a bunch of palanca letters starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I just wanna sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*tired*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3236214277484046080?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3236214277484046080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3236214277484046080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3236214277484046080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-3.html' title='home &lt;3'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-1374729749044807805</id><published>2008-10-08T08:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:29:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Action Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's Blog Action Day topic is one that is very close to the hearts of Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1529825?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blogactionday?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Blog Action Day&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogactionday.s3.amazonaws.com/banners/234x60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Join in and make a difference. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-1374729749044807805?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/1374729749044807805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-action-day-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1374729749044807805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1374729749044807805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-action-day-2008.html' title='Blog Action Day 2008'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-177507016075752952</id><published>2008-10-06T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:11:37.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAH.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the exams are in less than 4 hours and here I am browsing Livejournal communities and repeatedly hitting the next button on my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO FOCUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-177507016075752952?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/177507016075752952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/177507016075752952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/177507016075752952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaaah.html' title='AAAAH.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3830418676563348275</id><published>2008-10-05T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:01:03.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics quiz</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from SparkNotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Put your iPod on shuffle and post the first line of twenty songs. Then have people guess what song the lyrics are from.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. Tonight, gonna have myself a real good time.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. On a Monday I am waiting.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lookin' back on when I was a little nappy headed boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. Can anybody find me somebody to love? (How obvious can that be?)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I woke up, it was seven.&lt;br /&gt;6. I remember the days of just keeping time of hanging around in sleepy towns, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7. There are times when I just want to look at your face with the stars in then night.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. Driving through the city for the first time, you and me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And do you ever feel like you're alone? (This isn't Crush by David Archuleta XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. I don't want a lot for Christmas.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;12. He drowns in his dreams, an exquisite extreme, I know.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The real me is a Southern girl with her Levi's on and an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;15. I've got the power. (Wow. Ahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;16. I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. I look at all the lonely people.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I think it was the summer time, when I laid eyes on you.&lt;br /&gt;19. I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;20. I realized the best part of love is the thinnest slice and it don't count for much.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the weirdest mix of songs ever. XD Answer in the comments. And no cheating. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I go back to studying. Perios are tomorrow. And my 6 days of vacation just mysteriously vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3830418676563348275?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3830418676563348275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyrics-quiz.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3830418676563348275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3830418676563348275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyrics-quiz.html' title='lyrics quiz'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6452368670038105799</id><published>2008-10-02T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:15:31.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendtest</title><content type='html'>Batch 2010 is going Friendtest crazy. Again. And I decided to make my own, um, again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1995534"&gt;Click here to take my Friendtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the most challenging one I've made yet. Try it out XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6452368670038105799?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6452368670038105799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6452368670038105799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6452368670038105799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo.html' title='friendtest'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-6022223510877920439</id><published>2008-09-30T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:03:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakaiyak.</title><content type='html'>To answer my question in my previous post, here are some pictures from &lt;a href="http://thevainchocolateer.multiply.com/"&gt;Lara Cion&lt;/a&gt; of '08 from the Pisay Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to the teacher's cubicles, files, and our projects and submissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZUhtXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/HdCpsIpYRRg/s1600-h/IMG-0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZUhtXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/HdCpsIpYRRg/s320/IMG-0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841914334699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will you look at that? It reached the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEzBAMGI/AAAAAAAAACM/w2tSmMmvwAA/s1600-h/IMG-0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEzBAMGI/AAAAAAAAACM/w2tSmMmvwAA/s320/IMG-0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841561741766754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;x_x It reached outside too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEjzYVrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tC3d8ZIKUU0/s1600-h/IMG-0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEjzYVrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tC3d8ZIKUU0/s320/IMG-0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841557658097330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homagad, the library is flooded. Nooo. Not the previous batches' research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZVJwMJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NgjIzRkdd2E/s1600-h/IMG-0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZVJwMJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NgjIzRkdd2E/s320/IMG-0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841914502656146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right there, folks, is what used to be a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNn-zYhTI/AAAAAAAAADM/FD5jFivFbAc/s1600-h/IMG-0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNn-zYhTI/AAAAAAAAADM/FD5jFivFbAc/s320/IMG-0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251845464736171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another supposed wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKFLDiXCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yxThfB4p7AE/s1600-h/IMG-0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKFLDiXCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yxThfB4p7AE/s320/IMG-0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841568194845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the faculty center from the hallway. Sarah's art exhibit is... gone. :( I am so, so, so sorry Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZS3CQgI/AAAAAAAAACk/lky_4Gj9UTA/s1600-h/IMG-0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZS3CQgI/AAAAAAAAACk/lky_4Gj9UTA/s320/IMG-0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841913887277570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that little black dot on Sir Martin's cubicle door (upper right corner)? That's my beloved SocSci2 project - now charred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEwYQHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/etsdmuaKUGw/s1600-h/IMG-0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKEwYQHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/etsdmuaKUGw/s320/IMG-0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841561033973026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The teachers' cubicles. Rather, what's left of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJMVzhigDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hqczQCA4YIU/s1600-h/IMG-0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJMVzhigDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hqczQCA4YIU/s320/IMG-0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251844052959264818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could see right through to the next row of cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNn7toteI/AAAAAAAAADE/rnbiwrqGZbs/s1600-h/IMG-0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNn7toteI/AAAAAAAAADE/rnbiwrqGZbs/s320/IMG-0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251845463906760162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More teachers' cubicles. Plus some students' projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKFSN62HI/AAAAAAAAACc/1HL8skGDvRA/s1600-h/IMG-0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKFSN62HI/AAAAAAAAACc/1HL8skGDvRA/s320/IMG-0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841570117441650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The teachers' computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNoLBRfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/7QXmHMqVMfs/s1600-h/IMG-0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJNoLBRfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/7QXmHMqVMfs/s320/IMG-0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251845468015656098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The couches. Oh God, those couches hold memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJQy11T8qI/AAAAAAAAADk/WNoXSMCjlZg/s1600-h/IMG-0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJQy11T8qI/AAAAAAAAADk/WNoXSMCjlZg/s320/IMG-0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251848949841785506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture breaks my heart. It's a mix of both of what has happened and what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay, Pisay. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevainchocolateer.multiply.com/photos/album/139/Pisay_SHB_2nd_Floor_Eaten_By_Flames"&gt;http://thevainchocolateer.multiply.com/photos/album/139/Pisay_SHB_2nd_Floor_Eaten_By_Flames&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-6022223510877920439?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/6022223510877920439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/nakakaiyak.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6022223510877920439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/6022223510877920439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/nakakaiyak.html' title='nakakaiyak.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SOJKZUhtXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/HdCpsIpYRRg/s72-c/IMG-0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-2971505763687192353</id><published>2008-09-30T02:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:59:33.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literally lighting our beacon be</title><content type='html'>Remember that first year day when we were having a hard time setting up the grill during our Health cook out? We were so scared the fire would spread. And people would jokingly say, "SUNUGIN NA NATIN ANG PISAY! KAMI SA GYM, KAYO BAHALA SA CAF!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you remember those days where you'd feel so burned out that you'd wish Pisay would burn down as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, apparently the SHB's on fire. Right now. And there are firetrucks and smoke and all that shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I've never really applied the whole "Be careful what you wish for" saying to my life. Like, ever. But now... @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to various dormers (note, unofficial pa to),...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fire happened near the Chem/Physics units&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was on the second floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was near the Chem unit/gazebos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it happened in the faculty center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it might have been because of faulty wiring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The faculty center is on the second floor which is on top of the Chem classrooms on the first floor. It all adds up. And dayumm, may pasok pa ba bukas (rather, later &gt;_&lt;)? Something might just go wrong with the wiring or God knows what. Scary. :|  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 6:28: Just editing to update. We don't have classes today. And yes, the fire came from the Faculty Center at the second floor of the SHB. It happened around 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all the teachers' cubicles? Their files? Their students' submissions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this is too surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 11:57 I just woke up. Again. Heh. And apparently, we won't be having school the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;. All exams will be moved to Monday next week. I have no idea what's going to happen to all our requirement deadlines like that baby book for Health and the board game for English. But gawd, I feel like Hell week's returning. And and and. Shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-2971505763687192353?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/2971505763687192353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/whut.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2971505763687192353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/2971505763687192353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/whut.html' title='literally lighting our beacon be'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-622654197945096013</id><published>2008-09-30T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:24:36.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i was the ninth"</title><content type='html'>Oh God, that line made me cry. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh man, guess who finished the last half of The Kitchen God's Wife in one sitting? Ohyeah. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I loved the book. Amy Tan is such a fantastic author. She draws you in through the emotions of the characters and gah. Beautiful, beautiful book. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. It's 1:45 am. Time for Chem. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-622654197945096013?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/622654197945096013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-ninth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/622654197945096013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/622654197945096013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-ninth.html' title='&quot;i was the ninth&quot;'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7696142914928798295</id><published>2008-09-27T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:52:39.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, I worked on Filipino all night 'til 5:00 in the morning. I took a bath and got dressed. And slept at 5:30. I woke up an hour later and survived Hell day and all its gory glory with only an hour of sleep. Of course I'd fall asleep for a few seconds every now and then (Sorry, Bianca. :| ). But I pulled through. I deserve a shiny gold medal. We all deserve shiny gold medals for surviving Hell week. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on 56K. And I barely did anything this weekend. I sat at my laptop waiting for pages to load and inserting Kitchen God's Wife in between the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just go and read Kitchen God's Wife. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7696142914928798295?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7696142914928798295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7696142914928798295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7696142914928798295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-3264545867199770345</id><published>2008-09-25T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:24:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>*cue emo!tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is hell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I have to...&lt;br /&gt;-submit a partial RRL for STR (done, whew. :D)&lt;br /&gt;-study for the Bio long tes&lt;br /&gt;-finish my Filipino story (I'm only half-way done)&lt;br /&gt;-study for the Math speed test (oh God, help)&lt;br /&gt;-review Chem stuff for the practical test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-read a bunch of Socsci chapters&lt;br /&gt;-read Kitchen God's Wiiiife&lt;br /&gt;-read something for English and prepare for a quiz (I've been failing these quizzes badly. :| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to that, the Internet is dead. Again. And I'm back on 56K. akjdnfjkadhfljqakjdnasjdnf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think happy thoughts. Think happy, wonderful, rainbow-and-butterfly filled thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nngh. I've got nothing. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-3264545867199770345?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/3264545867199770345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3264545867199770345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/3264545867199770345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7794350809959479801</id><published>2008-09-23T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:33:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hell week, yo.</title><content type='html'>...which is why I haven't been able to update in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in the library with Jasmine, Bianca, Jenny, and Cam. We're using the free period sir Jogon gave us as a cramming period for FoodSci and Fil. OH AND OMG. The orihinal na kwento's deadline has been moved to Friday. &lt;em&gt;Friday! &lt;/em&gt;This makes hell week a lot less hectic now that I have more time to work on it. Thank God. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we're buried up to our necks in requirements. Long tests here, projects there, STR punishment work here, readings there. I can't wait 'til Perio week. It'll be so much lighter than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I haven't studied for the Chem longtest this afternoon yet. I better go eat lunch right now so I could cram this lunch time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gbyee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7794350809959479801?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7794350809959479801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-hell-week-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7794350809959479801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7794350809959479801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-hell-week-yo.html' title='it&apos;s hell week, yo.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7381104513745559508</id><published>2008-09-16T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:06:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of birthdays and strips of paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;br /&gt;CAMILLA CARAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily!&lt;br /&gt;And Athena and Tutti too!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th to you girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was lots of fun. Yes, we did get our math long test scores today. I didn't quite pass but I'm improving. :D Oh but, screw math. TODAY was awesome in a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praning&lt;/span&gt; sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running around, texting people and telling them to post entries on the &lt;a href="http://camturns16.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camblog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; distributing green cards that Alvin made for people to write birthday greetings in (of course the ever so amazing Jasper Cacbay, Justin Kwan, and Alec Cheng worked EXTREMELY hard to keep this a surprise), and deciding on whether to get Camilla dark chocolate to "reflect her inner soul," according to Isay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we were all birthday!ninjas today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there was the amazing batch lunch at the caf. Tutti, Athena, and Cam joined forces and had a joint birthday blowout for everybody. Boy was it crowded. But it was so fun fork and plate hunting amidst everyone trying to get servings of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Rb library session during dismissal, where everybody was trying to do STR, Physics, and Bio at the same time. And of course there was Alec, Jasper, and Kwan again and their stealthiness with the green cards. Oh, and watching Caballes rehearse what to write on his card was just priceless. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Cam passes by our table at the lib and says she's going already. I hug her back and say bye and about 5 seconds later I realize that I still have about ten green cards with me. I needed to call Alvin to make Cam stall and not leave yet. And my phone was dead and I had no idea where they were. Cue the crazy dancing, simcard swapping, and the back-up plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, Cam got all her birthday cards. And many people were able to post greetings on the Camblog. And I don't really know, but knowing Cam, I'm betting she's as happy as a clown right now because of all the luff. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes all things well and worth it. Happy, happy birthday Camluv. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who has given you good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who has recently done something nice for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who shows compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I believe I experienced my first real homeroom activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Crisologo prepared 28 groups of 6 strips of colored paper with statements just like those up there. We each had 6 strips with descriptions and we had to pick people from Rb who matched those descriptions. We were all made to put our heads down on our tables and "sleep" while some people would go around the classroom to leave these strips of paper with the people they thought matched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got those four descriptions up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt very nice getting those strips of paper. It's like they reassured me that I was still doing things right. That I was still being a good classmate and a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite one though has to be the fourth one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone you believe in.&lt;/span&gt; Just, hay. :) Yeah. It's great to hear that someone out there believes in me. Makes me feel like believing in myself too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, that activity was such a feel good activity. It showed me what my niche is this year in Rb. And I kind of like the niche my classmates put me in. I like it quite a lot, actually. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7381104513745559508?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7381104513745559508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-birthdays-and-strips-of-paper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7381104513745559508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7381104513745559508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-birthdays-and-strips-of-paper.html' title='of birthdays and strips of paper'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5763831514781742655</id><published>2008-09-14T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:16:09.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*s'plode*</title><content type='html'>adkjfadk;ljfa;lkdjfa;lkdjf;skldjgv;skdjfg;ksldjfg;lakjdfgksjdfglksdjfg;skldjfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. Ang bagal ng 56k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I hear kids singing Christmas carols on my neighbor's TV. Haha, weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5763831514781742655?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5763831514781742655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/splode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5763831514781742655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5763831514781742655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/splode.html' title='*s&apos;plode*'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-158752502387253306</id><published>2008-09-13T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:04:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakahiya, sobra</title><content type='html'>I was surfing around and I found David Cook's official website. I clicked on Forums and saw that there was a Philippines Concert thread. I clicked on it and my jaw dropped at the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They call &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squealy-jumpy-hyper-CAPSLOCKY-omigodmarrymeee&lt;/span&gt; fangirls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fantards&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Well they CLEARLY haven't read &lt;a href="http://www.davidcookofficial.com/content/fans-from-the-philippines"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sat, 09/13/2008 - 08:55 — daren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;yeah i want David cook to concert here in Philippines i want to see him in real person and duet with his song always be my baby 1st that i heard this song i am really empress of this song i like the lyrics of the song a lot.........more power david&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thank you, Daren for scaring David Cook off. I feel horrible and ashamed right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-158752502387253306?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/158752502387253306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/nakakahiya-sobra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/158752502387253306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/158752502387253306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/nakakahiya-sobra.html' title='nakakahiya, sobra'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-9194089891946925599</id><published>2008-09-13T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:43:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambleramble</title><content type='html'>Damnit, the Internet's been dead since Thursday. You can imagine how crazy I am right now. Oh, the withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resorted to dial-up. 56k. I'm dying over here. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw six teachers at Trinoma yesterday. Six. Haha. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Idol tour will be over tomorrow and I feel like Friends just ended all over again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math long test on Monday, oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Internet connection's current speed makes me feel like imploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go now, before I eventually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-9194089891946925599?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/9194089891946925599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/rambleramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/9194089891946925599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/9194089891946925599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/rambleramble.html' title='rambleramble'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-396037167578920343</id><published>2008-09-11T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:23:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the jay variable</title><content type='html'>I'm at ComSci class right now. Andie's not here. She caught my bug. &gt;_&lt; So I'm partnerless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ESTELLEY &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Naglelecture si sir. And I'm making a blog entry. Lol, hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, we have to make this program thingy. Sobra ang sabaw ko sa programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I have to go. Super di ko na nagegets ang lesson. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-396037167578920343?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/396037167578920343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/jay-variable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/396037167578920343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/396037167578920343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/jay-variable.html' title='the jay variable'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5276667512921851478</id><published>2008-09-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:22:40.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love today</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;...during FoodSci, I tasted the best chocolate flan thingy ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...I had the most epic lunch period ever. It was Gaby's birthday today, (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GABY! :D) and the front lobby was packed with people. Gaby gathered everyone - back lobbers, front lobbers, caffers - and treated us all out to spaghetti and cake and drinks. And oh God. For an hour I totally forgot we had divisions in the batch. Everyone was hanging out with everyone else. For the first time these two years, Batch 2010 seemed like such a happy and harmonious batch. Sure it was rowdy and people were yelling and laughing boisterously. But oh my God. Everyone was mingling with each other. Everyone was talking with each other. Batch 2010 did the unthinkable. We actually set aside our differences. It was freaking epic, yo. Gaby should have more birthday treat outs. :D Ahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...ping pong was actually fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...we bumbumbidumbumbumbidumdum-ed the whole afternoon away. And God, it was so autistic and so fun. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad though that I have to accomplish hell tonight: study for an STR quiz, do the SocSci homework I keep putting off, finish the Physics problem set from hell, and study for a Chemistry long test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw tonight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5276667512921851478?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5276667512921851478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5276667512921851478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5276667512921851478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-today.html' title='love today'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-1908983826107634959</id><published>2008-09-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:05:09.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabaw</title><content type='html'>I've been steadily sabaw these past days. It's either I'm still hung over on Humanities week, or it's my bad cold/cough, or maybe I'm just being seriously lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I guess it's all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaiyak ang Trig, sobra. Chem was a massive ball of confusion. I don't get Physics one little bit. And, oh God, when's the Trig speed test? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, study, study, study, Isabel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-1908983826107634959?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/1908983826107634959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1908983826107634959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/1908983826107634959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabaw.html' title='sabaw'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-941223131401812928</id><published>2008-09-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:05:18.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the drama</title><content type='html'>Today was such a drama-filled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with overwhelming numbers, and tears, and failures, and more failures, and more tears, and revelations, and realizations, and truths, and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, the drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-941223131401812928?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/941223131401812928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/941223131401812928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/941223131401812928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-drama.html' title='oh, the drama'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-448660114124461691</id><published>2008-09-07T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:58:59.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just came to say goodbye, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q196/rdabmail/IMG_0948-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q196/rdabmail/IMG_0948-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://redorangelights.multiply.com/"&gt;RD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6,307,200 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6,307,200 moments so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENT's twelve-year run has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe this is goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jonathan Larson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-448660114124461691?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/448660114124461691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-came-to-say-goodbye-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/448660114124461691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/448660114124461691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-came-to-say-goodbye-love.html' title='i just came to say goodbye, love'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-5608688419162276247</id><published>2008-09-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:11:22.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humanities week &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMKxzfXnb2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bqKY_0GR_0U/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMKxzfXnb2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bqKY_0GR_0U/s320/DSC03366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948414364675938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miguel Escueta! Listen to his single, Handa, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHpjzy1tMME"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.lafferty.multiply.com/image/6/photos/55/600x600/6/100-5022.JPG?et=Y%2Bbj4WJia0euWDqz6%2CJc1g&amp;amp;nmid=113972542"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.lafferty.multiply.com/image/6/photos/55/600x600/6/100-5022.JPG?et=Y%2Bbj4WJia0euWDqz6%2CJc1g&amp;amp;nmid=113972542" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(credits to &lt;a href="http://lafferty.multiply.com/"&gt;Arriele&lt;/a&gt; :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYuRHFEPwTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYuRHFEPwTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rb's dikum performance: Kumilos Ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks, &lt;a href="http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marz&lt;/a&gt; for taking the vid. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK5kxLip-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2p3gbQGlJFo/s1600-h/DSC06373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK5kxLip-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2p3gbQGlJFo/s320/DSC06373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242956957540853730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah. \m/&lt;br /&gt;A video of Rb's reactions to the results &lt;a href="http://isangkampana.multiply.com/video/item/35"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's contacts only content, so add me up. :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK5lUS7xUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hgdeYRs2taU/s1600-h/DSC06377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK5lUS7xUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hgdeYRs2taU/s320/DSC06377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242956966967100738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, kodigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2L_Prow_vQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2L_Prow_vQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thank you, &lt;a href="http://kakistocracy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt; for taking the vid. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMMVdaRmbxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMMVdaRmbxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Math unit being all "schmexy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK-cY-8-HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zdvPf_RaMHE/s1600-h/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK-cY-8-HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zdvPf_RaMHE/s320/DSC06436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242962311164786802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batch shirt orders. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK-c6ibnCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ww6qJqhZvYk/s1600-h/DSC06438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMK-c6ibnCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ww6qJqhZvYk/s320/DSC06438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242962320171965474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2010 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-5608688419162276247?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/5608688419162276247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/humanities-week-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5608688419162276247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/5608688419162276247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/humanities-week-3.html' title='humanities week &lt;3'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/SMKxzfXnb2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bqKY_0GR_0U/s72-c/DSC03366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-7938879923447126269</id><published>2008-09-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:06:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight hours</title><content type='html'>I took an eight hour nap. How messed up is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Family Day at Pisay. Basically, today was filled with going around distributing the batch shirts, taking vain pictures, and occasionally joining in on the games. Oh yeah, batch 2010 totally pwns at Pass The Hoop. \m/ And I went up on Joaq's shoulders for Cramming Time. It was fun being up there, but I think I dislocated Joaq's shoulders. I am so sorry Joaq, o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad got my report card (Hay. o_o). When we got home at around 3-ish, I jumped into bed and just stayed there. It felt like heaven, srsly. Next thing I know, it's 11:00 pm and my yaya's waking me up for dinner. Eight hours. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think I'll be posting Humanties week videos and pictures soon if I don't fall asleep within the next hour. Yes, I still feel really zapped after eight hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gnight (?) y'all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-7938879923447126269?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/7938879923447126269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/eight-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7938879923447126269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/7938879923447126269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/eight-hours.html' title='eight hours'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098228927433118586.post-456259385858795819</id><published>2008-09-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:10:18.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the breathing gets harder, even I know that.</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey. Welcome to my CS3 blog. It's still very empty and layout-less. But that'll change in a few days, &lt;strike&gt;I hope&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of Humanities Week. And oh my God, I'm freaking exhausted. Talent For A Cause, Dikum, the talent show. Oh, and add the fact that I've been sick since Wednesday. It was such a bittersweet time to get sick. Right after Dikum and right before the talent show. Thank God for Prednisone, Decolgen, and Zithromax. They were my life savers, really. Ily, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so drained right now that I had to drop my plans to watch Boys Like Girls' free concert. They're performing right now at Trinoma. I'd been planning to go watch them since I heard that ad on Magic 89.9. But all my energy's been zapped. Dangit, Humanities week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to summarize the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miguel Escueta is a sweetheart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wristband obsession is coming back thanks to the awesome KeepLoveReal wristbands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drank my first cup of real un-frapped coffee this week. Woah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubidium! I love you all. We didn't expect anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all &lt;/span&gt;from Dikum&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But we did it! \:D/ &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rb can only finish three pizzas and not four x__x. And next time, we'll need more Coke. And less of everything else. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you so much to everybody who donated to Talent For A Cause. So many people will be helped because of you. So thank you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To all my groupies, ILY. Ahaha, kidding. Wth? Seriously, though. Thank you guys for supporting me and cheering me on and initiating the clapping and stuff. And insisting that I push through with this. And giving me tips on how to get rid of a cold in 24 hours. You all are amazing, and I don't think I could have gone up on that stage if it weren't for you guys. I love you all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Math. Unit.&lt;/span&gt; That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tired, tired, effing tired, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098228927433118586-456259385858795819?l=isangkampana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/feeds/456259385858795819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathing-gets-harder-even-i-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/456259385858795819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098228927433118586/posts/default/456259385858795819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isangkampana.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathing-gets-harder-even-i-know-that.html' title='the breathing gets harder, even I know that.'/><author><name>Isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218383485627273524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76eo1-4HH4M/S3eDyOq5IWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/co3n75jV92Y/S220/Photo+154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
