<?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-21906718</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:39.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Solstice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114810749794942916</id><published>2006-05-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:44:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer oh six</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;summer oh six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its been a long while. A VERY LONG WHILE. I did promise myself though I WOULD blog when I got back from surigao but I just couldn't get to that. Why not you ask? [or you didn't, i mean, whatever] I just got tired of writing about something that makes me remember memories that might hypothetically make me cry like... leaving my cousins. It's been like 6 years since we last saw each other. I was a whiney kid back then and they were happenin` teenagers and we really never got to know each other. When we were in suriagao, I realized how much out of touch we were. I never knew that my cousin diane was married already or that my cousins had finished college. It was crazy. When we spent three days on that remote area and I got to the point of leaving, I was on the verge of tears. I really love my cousins and all of my realative..... in my mom's side. Let's skip all the cry-ee moments, shall we? =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uhm.... let's talk about SCHOOL, which by the way will be over soon. Arg man! I really hate this. Whenever I realize the fun stuff, its almost over. I've told you guys before about the statistics students right? Well, they became this, like, uber cool group of guys and girls that I've met in my teenage life. SERIOUSLY my whole teenage life. [my social life outside school is really crappy. don't ask] This week [or next week?] is the last week already and I don't want school to let out yet. For one thing, the parents will drive me insane making me do stuff for the clinic or telling me to do stupid errands because they can't have a decent conversation with their daughter. Of course my sister will comply with everything they say but I have protests in my head telling me that "don't they have anything better to do?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yea school. I have a small circle of friends now namely, Terence, Benjie, Luigi, Vios, Dre, Julia, Nngchie and other people. They are seriously fun. Im really going to miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Summer oh Six&lt;/span&gt; is comming to an end and what have I learned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. every disciplinary proctor is scary in every school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. don't take friends for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. don't sit on the wet benches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. teachers like to gossip about other teachers because it kills time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kids like to listen on the gossip, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop talking about my love life for a while because I don't have one! Maybe someday... =]&lt;br /&gt;catch you on the flipside. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114810749794942916?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114810749794942916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114810749794942916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114810749794942916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114810749794942916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-oh-six.html' title='summer oh six'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114656274162967272</id><published>2006-05-02T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:39:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homestar's my bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homestar's my bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiimmmm bbbbaaccckkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so today I had summer classes. When I got to school, I was sooo freakin` sleepy. Im never sleepy at school even if I do sleep in late. When class started, my teacher asked me to read a 5 page story about who knows what. Took me about 10 minutes to get through the first 4 pages since I kinda fell asleep. Then Kim bought chocolate cake and shared it. Mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ms. Badette asked me to buy C2, Mr. Elkisa asked me out of the blue what my favorite song was. I was like, "uhm, I don't know sir, bakit po?". Then he said "oh, no reason". The mystery goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I ate with Michelle and some of the guys. Michelle was crying and I had no idea why. Th reason pala was she got a warning from helping a fellow flunkee student pass math class. It kinda sucked but like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class began like an hour and 30 minutes later. It was seriously boring. I ate gum the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break, I went with Michelle to make a phone call and there was Mikee [fhufgslky silyut;;] and Cambe. We all messed around for a while then we went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, a party is going to commence in our house so catch you later dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Homestar's my bitch&lt;/span&gt; and Strondbad's my back up =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS ALMOST FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114656274162967272?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114656274162967272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114656274162967272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114656274162967272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114656274162967272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/05/homestars-my-bitch.html' title='homestar&apos;s my bitch'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114649080096264489</id><published>2006-05-01T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:43:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic smiles DO exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;plastic smiles DO exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to the airport. No not the nice one but the really condensed one. Ughhh the heat was unbearable and the crowd was uncontrollable. I was nice enough though to offer an old lady my seat [catch my beatification in the Vatican]. When, we finally saw Tita Elsie, we all took pictures and stuff to show her in-laws that the Filipino people don't live in the mountains anymore. Afterwards, we went to Blue Wave and ate at Krua Thai. Mmmmm. Thai food is good =]. Then we toured our tita to the new and improved Fort Bonifacio Global City. Hah take that in-laws! We weren't tired yet so we decided to go to Edsa Shang. It wasn't at all crowded which was pretty cool. Like literally cool. We took a short caffine break at The Coffee Beanery. We were supposed to go to Starbucks but they had no comfy chairs left. I just agreed to it but I really wanted Coffee Jelly , like, sooo bad. Then, we shopped for clothes then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I realized today was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;plastic smiles DO exist&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, whenever I would see it in anne's myspace, I wouldn't understand. I really understand now. Every single picture I took today turned out fake and therefore will end up in the Recycle Bin for deleting purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. More update later on my oh, so boring life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Byyyeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114649080096264489?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114649080096264489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114649080096264489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114649080096264489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114649080096264489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/05/plastic-smiles-do-exist.html' title='plastic smiles DO exist'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114641123937638715</id><published>2006-04-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:36:57.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff* its finally over</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*sniff* its finally over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! Im &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; happy to finally get this layout over with. After all the wrong colors and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;MESSED UP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; measurements [stupid math], I was finally able to put it all together. Its been quite a while since I made my last layout about a year ago maybe. I constantly made banners and small graphics because coding layouts were such a hassle. They were a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Honestly, I was still a little frustrated about some of the coding. Some of them didn't work, some colors got really mixed and it took me about 30 minutes to move the pattern right and left before I initially found out to just change the number. Im such a `tard sometimes =]. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, know HTML, it'll be sooo worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow me and my poquito familia will be picking up Tita Elsie at the airport. I haven't seen her in sooo long. It'll be cool to see her again. I still have a project to do for AP I but like we have to ink and I still haven't done the research [I know I'm supposed to be working on it now, but screw it. No knows about it so no one's buggin` me about it]. Tuesday I have to go back to St. James for classes. Friday I'm going to Surigao. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Short Story Time!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/u&gt;[its about my grandma. if you don't wanna read it then don't =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overview:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy has a memory problem so she doesn't remember most things. Example, she doesn't know that her husband died like 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Are you my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Uncle [the husband of my grandma's daughter]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Im not your husband. I'm your son in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: No you are my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: No I am Grace's (his wife) husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: No, YOU are my husband eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: No Mama, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: My Husband, do you want to play upstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Uncle starts backing up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! My Grammy is so gross! =] More stories soon! But now, it sleep time. g`night guys. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114641123937638715?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114641123937638715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114641123937638715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114641123937638715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114641123937638715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/04/sniff-its-finally-over.html' title='*sniff* its finally over'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114627937081151466</id><published>2006-04-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:40:47.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;halfway there and still going strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwriiggghhtttyyyy then. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if most of you don't know, my summer school started at st. james. I first I was all like, crap start for a crappy vacation, that wasn't the case though. Last wednesday, April 26, we had like testing. Since i on;y have one classmate (yep, pathetic), we were sent to Sir Mark's room which held the statistics students. I was all nervous because I didn't know anyone there and most of them were guys so I was all quiet and everything. When the test ended, Sir Mark seperated me and Kim because he wanted all the other people to make us feel at hom or whatever. It was really awkward though! I got to them but I was still shy around them. Later that day during lunch, I ate alone at the table because my other friend Michelle was absent. Im such a loner at summer school I swear. So a few moments later, a few of my new St. James friends accompanied me! Aww thanks guys! I met Luigi, Benjo and two other guys whom I have no idea what their names are. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were unexpectedly dismissed early like an hour and 40 minutes early so me and Michelle had no idea where to go. SHIT IT WAS BLAZING HOT OUTSIDE! So, Michelle asked this lady(Ms Iglesia I think?) if we could go to a class since every classroom in there was airconditioned (matamaan na kayo mga nagmamanage ng SHS. joke.) We thought no one was going to be there! But when Michelle knocked at the door, there was the whole class again. When I looked, I was like "hell no!" smiled and tried to make a silent exit without any of the students seeing me. But then, I hear someone yell, "Roxy!!! Pasok ka na! We Miss you!". and I was like, "No `frikken way!" So I just went inside the class. We sat at the back while Sir Mark gave everyone paper to draw their dream wedding. ahaha. Then, Cambe [cam-beh] and Andre got a guitar out and started singing a song for me since Sir Mark wanted to make me feel comfortable [great job there :D]..... I WAS SOO EMBARASSED!!! :o I was laughing along with the class when andre started belting out Hale. lol. Wayy awesome friends. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is almost (?) over! A short trip to the beach is somming up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114627937081151466?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114627937081151466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114627937081151466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114627937081151466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114627937081151466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/04/halfway-there.html' title='halfway there'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114441137524701302</id><published>2006-04-07T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:06:04.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip girl's conversation with moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's get together gossip girl, why don't you and I combi-inee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my super awesome talk with gossip girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: i'll show you to some of my guy friends sa states&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: &lt;a href="http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/00634/66/00/634680066_l.jpg"&gt;http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/00634/66/00/634680066_l.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: okay okay&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: hhahaa&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: frank looks retarded there but yea&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: let me guess...asian...DUH! hhahahha!&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: lol!!&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: FRANK WONG&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: viet?&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: chink&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: ooohhh...i see...&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: who else?&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: does lawrence have one?&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: &lt;a href="http://myspace-952.vo.llnwd.net/00547/25/96/547976952_l.jpg"&gt;http://myspace-952.vo.llnwd.net/00547/25/96/547976952_l.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: uhmm lawrence&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: lol!&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: is that him?&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: yea&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: in that angle.....he looks like my former crush! lol!&lt;br /&gt;cassieee santos: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: LAWRENCE MEI&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: another chick&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: *chink&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: oops&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Valencerina: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such an awesome lady. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114441137524701302?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114441137524701302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114441137524701302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114441137524701302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114441137524701302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/04/gossip-girls-conversation-with-moi.html' title='gossip girl&apos;s conversation with moi'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114423342591012287</id><published>2006-04-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:37:06.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell happened bianca and miko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the hell happened bianca and miko?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so let's recap what happened these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was officially the last day for everyone [gabay] to meet. Jewel's moving to London and Sharrae's moving to Canada so it was like a mini celebration. I dressed up in an A&amp;F polo paired with a guess denim mini and a people are people leggings. I so adore leggings now. Okay, so me and my friends sorta ditched the party for a while to go to the subdivision's playground. We had fun reliving our childhood memories [sort of]. Then we went back to the party. They were playing this really triple x movie and all I could do was close my eyes. I don't want to move into details. I think details suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, 2006 [later that night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sleepover at my house. Marian, Kara and Iya were there. We all talked alot about what happened at the party as well as that one incident at the swings. Awkward. I kept bringing up the topic about Bianca and Miko and how Bianca was all, "he is so annoying", and how Miko was "oh she doesn't love me anymore *tear*". I was like "bullshit, its never going to end". Actually, Bianca told us that she wanted to end it na but she didn't know how. I mean, what the hell happened to the infamous bianca and miko? By 11 pm, we ordered micky d's and watched red eye. After that, we watched Saved. Then after that, we watched My Sassy Girl. Before we all knew it, it was 5 am and the sun was already rising. We were all like, yea let's get some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about quarter to 10 am. I couldn't believe my goddamn luck waking up that early. So, me and Kara were the only ones awake at first so we listened to our MP3 players. We swaped so we canhear the songs. She liked a few of mine so she put it in her phone so she can download them later when she got home. A few 10 minutes later, iya woke up then marian so we all headed down for brunch. The daing my dad got from Cebu was soooo good. I only realized now the REAL importance of dried fish. Breakfast was fun since my whole family was out and it was only us and the housekeeper inside. Then, we went back upstairs [in the super cold room] and watched My Crazy Love until like 2. Then we watched Windstruck.... but the CD was bouncy so we played XBOX na lang. Me and Iya tried out beach volleyball [from reg]. I was so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock rang to 6, I took my sleeping buddies home. By the time I got to the house, I played DOA Volleyball and yea. Then, Bianca called me up and said that she broke up with Miko. She was happy! Weirdly happy but happy nonetheless. She was all saying that now, she can pursue the true person she loves. And who can that be??? Stay tuned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right know, Im creating this blog entry for the people to read. My sister is in the other room hogging the XBOX and now Im going to go there and yank it from her grubby paws. See you later, and oh, Happy Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114423342591012287?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114423342591012287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114423342591012287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114423342591012287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114423342591012287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell-happened-bianca-and-miko.html' title='what the hell happened bianca and miko?'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114311470167764561</id><published>2006-03-23T03:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:51:41.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggg there maties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it been a friggin` while since I blogged in this `ere  website. Its just really been hectic in our school, like, seriously. The sewing is getting pretty intense. Like you can hear shrieks of ows and shits [well, mostly from me] in the sewing room. That machine has a friggin` mind of its own! Well, thankfully, I mastered the monster and was able to finish my skirt. All I need to do now is go to the tailor and do the edging and put the garter in place then im done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fast forwarding to today, I decided to take up theater arts in SHS, the famed and legendary FI. F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good. I was really scared shitless!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the first room for the singing part and the judges were really mean! I don't know if they were doing that just to intimidate us or they are really mean by nature [which I highly doubt]. They made us do weird things but it was really funny though. Nagmukha akong tanga, but its alright. Its part of the game. When I went to the second room, it was so tense again. They were saying like "uy, kapatid ni tita jen". And I was like "ooowwwlllllrrriiiggghhhttt" :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, they gave me a pen and I had to advertise it. There were like a bunch of words behind us and we would have to add that to our speech. I was really nervous! I think I was stuttering. Im not sure though. Im pretty sure I blacked out completely. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the last part of the audition and it was the script reading. THAT was the part I liked best. They weren't mean at all. When we were messing up or really nervous, they gave us advice and gave us instructions on how to do the lines properly. I really enjoyed the script reading. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other FIers were really trying to test us and I think I cracked and really wanted to hide my face. poo. results should come out soon. I wonder when that'll be? Hmmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114311470167764561?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114311470167764561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114311470167764561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311470167764561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311470167764561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/f-orte-i-mpromptu-get-it-g_114311470167764561.html' title='F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114311468586274979</id><published>2006-03-23T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:51:25.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggg there maties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it been a friggin` while since I blogged in this `ere  website. Its just really been hectic in our school, like, seriously. The sewing is getting pretty intense. Like you can hear shrieks of ows and shits [well, mostly from me] in the sewing room. That machine has a friggin` mind of its own! Well, thankfully, I mastered the monster and was able to finish my skirt. All I need to do now is go to the tailor and do the edging and put the garter in place then im done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fast forwarding to today, I decided to take up theater arts in SHS, the famed and legendary FI. F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good. I was really scared shitless!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the first room for the singing part and the judges were really mean! I don't know if they were doing that just to intimidate us or they are really mean by nature [which I highly doubt]. They made us do weird things but it was really funny though. Nagmukha akong tanga, but its alright. Its part of the game. When I went to the second room, it was so tense again. They were saying like "uy, kapatid ni tita jen". And I was like "ooowwwlllllrrriiiggghhhttt" :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, they gave me a pen and I had to advertise it. There were like a bunch of words behind us and we would have to add that to our speech. I was really nervous! I think I was stuttering. Im not sure though. Im pretty sure I blacked out completely. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the last part of the audition and it was the script reading. THAT was the part I liked best. They weren't mean at all. When we were messing up or really nervous, they gave us advice and gave us instructions on how to do the lines properly. I really enjoyed the script reading. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other FIers were really trying to test us and I think I cracked and really wanted to hide my face. poo. results should come out soon. I wonder when that'll be? Hmmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114311468586274979?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114311468586274979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114311468586274979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311468586274979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311468586274979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/f-orte-i-mpromptu-get-it-got-it-good.html' title='F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114311468171154706</id><published>2006-03-23T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:51:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-orte I-mpromtu. Get it? Got it? Good. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggg there maties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it been a friggin` while since I blogged in this `ere  website. Its just really been hectic in our school, like, seriously. The sewing is getting pretty intense. Like you can hear shrieks of ows and shits [well, mostly from me] in the sewing room. That machine has a friggin` mind of its own! Well, thankfully, I mastered the monster and was able to finish my skirt. All I need to do now is go to the tailor and do the edging and put the garter in place then im done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fast forwarding to today, I decided to take up theater arts in SHS, the famed and legendary FI. F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good. I was really scared shitless!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the first room for the singing part and the judges were really mean! I don't know if they were doing that just to intimidate us or they are really mean by nature [which I highly doubt]. They made us do weird things but it was really funny though. Nagmukha akong tanga, but its alright. Its part of the game. When I went to the second room, it was so tense again. They were saying like "uy, kapatid ni tita jen". And I was like "ooowwwlllllrrriiiggghhhttt" :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, they gave me a pen and I had to advertise it. There were like a bunch of words behind us and we would have to add that to our speech. I was really nervous! I think I was stuttering. Im not sure though. Im pretty sure I blacked out completely. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the last part of the audition and it was the script reading. THAT was the part I liked best. They weren't mean at all. When we were messing up or really nervous, they gave us advice and gave us instructions on how to do the lines properly. I really enjoyed the script reading. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other FIers were really trying to test us and I think I cracked and really wanted to hide my face. poo. results should come out soon. I wonder when that'll be? Hmmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114311468171154706?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114311468171154706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114311468171154706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311468171154706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114311468171154706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/f-orte-i-mpromptu-get-it-got-it-good_23.html' title='F-orte I-mpromptu. Get it? Got it? Good'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114173401598648588</id><published>2006-03-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T04:20:15.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how i miss the sea gull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh how i miss the seagull&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was surfing the net right now and I happened to come across hollister. I browsed through the betty's section and checked out the logo tees. I miss it so much. I even got the 20% off for my birthday from hollister club cali like last week ago. I checked out the Club Cali statsh (since they're like starting a new membership thingy) and they got some really cool signed stuff from the killers, fall out boy and maroon 5. I was like "oooo I want that!" but then I realized that you need to have certain amount of points for that. I looked at my points and it was $230. That wasn't enough to get me anything! I was like, "poo, i spent 230 and got nothing in return". Its alright though since I got clothes in return :D. I asked my mom if I could shop there when I got back (since i told her all these reasons like "wala naman sa Pilipinas" or "i love it too much"), then she said, "sige, we'll see". Well, not a definite yes but heck, it sure is better than no! Dude, oh how I miss the seagull to bits. I miss the moose too but not as much as the seagull XD. Karina told me that she bought me a shirt for my birthday, I can't wait to see it and I sure can't wait to see her! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114173401598648588?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114173401598648588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114173401598648588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114173401598648588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114173401598648588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-how-i-miss-sea-gull.html' title='oh how i miss the sea gull'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114143825463307738</id><published>2006-03-03T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:10:54.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>especially for josh.....'s sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially for josh.......'s sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy Josh! Your sister requested a wall paper. Here it is na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/6899/janna5xi.jpg"&gt;http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/6899/janna5xi.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114143825463307738?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114143825463307738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114143825463307738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114143825463307738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114143825463307738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/especially-for-joshs-sister.html' title='especially for josh.....&apos;s sister'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114121164138943213</id><published>2006-03-01T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:14:01.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>especially for josh.... XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially for josh..... XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey josh! here's the banner you requested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/594/josh7pp.jpg"&gt;http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/594/josh7pp.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114121164138943213?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114121164138943213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114121164138943213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114121164138943213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114121164138943213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/03/especially-for-josh-xd.html' title='especially for josh.... XD'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114100530547148152</id><published>2006-02-26T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:24:32.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"oh shit" at eastwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh shit" at eastwood XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey avid readers. Once again, IM BAACCCKKKK...... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start a small flashback, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 24, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Josh! Talagang no classes noong birthday nya. It too much of a special occassion XD nakiusap si josh sa DEPED para walang pasok... joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 25, 2005&lt;br /&gt;its eastwood time! Me, iya, cassie, tel, katam, liza, ry, timo and nike went for a night out sa the ever historical [not really] eastwood. Sumabay saakin si iya papauntang ewood kasi I asked her to. Baka mawala kasi ako eh. Kat am called us and said to meet us at Paengs. Now, we had no idea what that was though. Yun pala, yun ung bowling ally sa taas XD. When we met them, nagbowling kami....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy i'll continue it later! nandito mom ko eh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"oh shit" at eastwood part ii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heya im back! so as i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;nagbowling kami ang sila kat'am bumili ng movie tickets for Memoirs of a Geisha. After Paeng's pumunta kami sa The Big Chill para bumili ng drinks. I got Mango mmmmmm :x. Then, habang nag-aabang kami sa movie [nasa lobby kami], bigla na lang nagsabi na nandoon daw yung ex-girlfriend ni Ry. Ako naman parang, "Asaan Asaan?!" tas sabi nya "Lumampas na" ako naman "Shiet, gawa sana ako ng eksena [pang asar XD]". Nung dumating na si Liza, bandang nasa simula part na nang movie. Pumasko kami mga 5:20 tas paglabas namin mag-eeight na. Ako naman putsa, 10 nga ako uuwi eh. After nun, punta kami kaagad sa Teriyaki Boy for dinner. Ito namang si Ry and Nike lumabas, bakit kaya? :O Ang saya ng dinner namin. Super ingay kasi nagwawala kami [well ako XD]. We all talked for a while and Nike showed us his gorgeous wallpaper [kuno!]. After we ate naman, we walked around for a bit sa eastwood. Nauuna sila kat'am tas nahuhuli naman sila Timie sa ang nasa gitna ako and iya. Mayamaya, my nakita akong ngumingiti sa gilid, FAMILY KO! Sabay sabi ko naman, "oh shit" tas yun pala narinig nila. Takbo ako sa dad and hugged him and checked kung malapit sila Ry tas malayo layo sila [thank god!]. Then, takas naman kami sa kuya ni Liza XD. Akyat kami as soon as possible sa Paeng's kung saan nagbilliards sila Ry and Nike. Then, pumunta ulit sila sa "special room" too do what? I have no idea :O. Then dumating sila Liza then pumasok brother nya tas takas ulit sya! Kami ni iya natatawa na lang sa gilid. Kami ung nagsasabi kung malapit na bro nya XD. Then, I was called na by my parents to meet them at People Are People tas there ako hinatid ni Iya. All in all, it was an okay expereince. Kung sana mas maramirami ang people. Like, what in the world happened to Gio? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Look Forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 4, 2006&lt;/strong&gt; - Party with 1-K at Tivoli and Dinner at Manila Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 11, 2006&lt;/strong&gt; - Sis' birthday and possible party? hosted by Josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 30/31 (kung may 31 ang march, meron nga ba?), 2006&lt;/strong&gt; - Last party with 1-K (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These come with invites still. Not Gabay? Still sucks for you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114100530547148152?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114100530547148152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114100530547148152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114100530547148152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114100530547148152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-shit-at-eastwood.html' title='&quot;oh shit&quot; at eastwood'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114060589635464843</id><published>2006-02-22T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:58:16.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[blank]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[blank]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? blank you say?! Well nothing really much happned today so no funny/serious/sarcastic/scary title can be provided today. Right now, updates can only be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song! Its not the full song but whatever. Ilya is a San Diego [i believe] based band who sang Bellissimo. You should listen to it. Its a beautiful track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114060589635464843?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114060589635464843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114060589635464843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114060589635464843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114060589635464843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/blank.html' title='[blank]'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114051536632830636</id><published>2006-02-21T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:55:24.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my family can buy your family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my family can buy your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there poop heads. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was the official student take over. Its been a while since I had one of these so its like a whole new experince for me again, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the due date of our rough draft for english [don't worry, i wrote my report]. I wrote the draft on my english notebook so it was serously hard to read. The next day, I jacked paper from my sister's bag and wrote my report during homeroom. I finished my report just fast enough do to the proverb thing for english as well. It was pretty nice if you ask me. Salt and Pepper starred once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you Cliff Notes again. The Lazy side of my is kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - ate reg took over mrs. ben's clas. It wasn't so bad actually. I give it an A++  compared to the other subjects. Harsh? Not even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoi - I wasn't listening! Im not supposed to be listening. Its not my class =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - I can tell you now, I &lt;3 math but the way they taught it was a wee bit "snooze". Maybe if they raised the enthusiasm level a little bit then progrss may have been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio - We were going crazy in Biology! I couldn't shut up because once again, it was a total let down. I really wasn't listening that much but everything is in the book so I'll analyze it later.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the boat is sinking. It was `effin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL - ANOTHER LET DOWN! =[ The only part that was fun was when we made fun of "stole" and laying of hands. Ask Marian [payat payat payat]. THEN WE HAD A QUIZ! wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP - It was a little down on the energy scale. They seemed really bored. Then we had the game of pwede, oo and hindi. Cassie was making the funniest questions! We were all laughing. Then we had ANOTHER quiz. Magsisingit lang ako ng another wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp. - Best subject of the day. They absolutely left us alone! They let us sign in sa friendster, yahoo at kahit ano pa. Ganun din kasi ang ginagawa ng Student Teachers eh. Iwas sumbong at tampuhan, pinayagan na lang din kami. Pumunta ako sa lg and let josh take the "which oc character are you" quiz and she got Sandy Cohen. May question dun, whats ur financial status? Sagot ni Josh "my family can buy your family"!XD Syempre fooling around lang kami but it was still pretty funny. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. I was supposed to do the Filipino 1 class with Mrs. A but I didn't see her anywhere! I think she had to look after Varsity softball kasi..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-uwi ko sa house, I went straight to the comp. I went to ebaums to check out spank the monkey and then lg to take a quiz. Right now, naghihintay ako sa tawag ni josh and ry. Medyo kinakabahan kasi ako eh! May usapan na kami ni josh para hindi obvious. Sana hinsi ako mabusted! O sige na. Mahirap magblog while watching the phone eh! See you! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114051536632830636?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114051536632830636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114051536632830636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114051536632830636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114051536632830636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-family-can-buy-your-family.html' title='my family can buy your family'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114042776843843974</id><published>2006-02-20T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:29:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga usap-usap about manang di-tiyak</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mga usap-usap tungkol kay manang di-tiyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since my last REAL blog. Its not school, its the laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Educators' Day at SHS meaning half day lang ang mga SHSians. I thought it'll be a little lame BUT I got a complete 360 as the day progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had a mass. The line going to the gym was havoc. Talagang gumugulo ang buhay kapag nakiki extra ang mga grade school [joke lang naman..... kuno]. In the end, Gabay got seperated going to the chairs. Iya, kara, precious, the rest of TG [right?] and I sat at the bleachers near the stage. First time kong umupo sa bleachers during mass and mas nagustohan ko kaysa nakaupo sa brown chairs. What's the connection? Wala lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mass, nag-usapan sila kat am kasi may cravings sya for World Topps. Nang invite sya but di ako pinayagan eh. Nagsasave rin ako ng money for East wood. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, nagprogram ang HS department sa poduim. Then, akala ko letdown na ang buong program but it was so fun! My favorite performance was the F.I. people. There, they expresed the rants and ramblings about the maintenance staff of SHS. Kasama na rin dun ung mga usap-usap tungkol kay manang di-tiyak. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Akala ba nila madaling linisin ang Fr. Arnold Janssen statue? E paano kung magsalita yun!&lt;br /&gt;- Akala nyo madaling maglinis ng swimming pool, eh paano kapag magtsunami?&lt;br /&gt;- Akala nyo madaling ikutin an SHS sa gabi? Di nyo lang alam na sa gitna ng dilim, di ako mag-isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more where that came from. I didn't memorize everything though! It was a very awesome presentation. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb 21 - Student Teacher Takeover&lt;/div&gt;Feb 25 - Josh's b-day bash at Eastwood!&lt;br /&gt;March 4 - Tivoli party with 1K [if they can make it]&lt;br /&gt;March 5 - San miguel Orchestra performance at the Podium! [Hope we make it this time]&lt;br /&gt;March 11 - Sister's Birthday [Fun? XP]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114042776843843974?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114042776843843974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114042776843843974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114042776843843974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114042776843843974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/mga-usap-usap-about-manang-di-tiyak.html' title='mga usap-usap about manang di-tiyak'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114032772539941087</id><published>2006-02-18T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:44:51.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lounge 22 is well on its way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lounge 22 is well on its way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys. A very short post for now since Im going to be leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie [if you can see this] these are the banners I made for lounge 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img107.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lounge22ban21ms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/773/lounge22ban21ms.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lounge22ban10mh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5266/lounge22ban10mh.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you texted me over the weekend, expect no reply since I have changed my number. You can ask for it later. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114032772539941087?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114032772539941087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114032772539941087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114032772539941087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114032772539941087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/lounge-22-is-well-on-its-way.html' title='lounge 22 is well on its way'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114009207798955968</id><published>2006-02-16T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:10:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x&amp;y in process</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&amp;y in process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey there! no blog today just a showcase of banners for me and cassie's future merge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x=anthe&lt;br /&gt;y=ahsai/ahsee/ahsuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are banners for our future [hopefully] business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img472.imageshack.us/img472/65/xyban11ts.jpg"&gt;http://img472.imageshack.us/img472/65/xyban11ts.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/4131/xyban25nk.jpg"&gt;http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/4131/xyban25nk.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give us comments! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDiT]&lt;br /&gt;Our project is now called "Lounge 22" why? because we came up with 22 ideas before we got the right name. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114009207798955968?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114009207798955968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114009207798955968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114009207798955968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114009207798955968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/xy-in-process.html' title='x&amp;y in process'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-114000000342187175</id><published>2006-02-15T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:40:03.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit stop, no wait, false alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh shit stop, no wait, false alarm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of Cliff Notes version? No? Well yea me too. Since I have no idea what it is, let me give you MY version of the Cliff Notes version [got it? good]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crappy day started with....&lt;br /&gt;the sound of my stupid alarm clock that I couldn't find because my eyes were closed&lt;br /&gt;yea sounds kinda stupid but heck, I wanted to sleep&lt;br /&gt;took a bath, listened to the top 10 RX&lt;br /&gt;went to school, got my ID bar coded&lt;br /&gt;moments of silence&lt;br /&gt;no sir flowers [YES!] and Buhay presentation [last one]&lt;br /&gt;recess, subjects [my god its boring]&lt;br /&gt;lunch [joke with precious about ugay na nasusunog during the prayer (FYI, Natatawa pa rin Ako)]&lt;br /&gt;THE and I brought up the sunog joke [more laughing]&lt;br /&gt;CL talk about marraige&lt;br /&gt;Club time [daily fashion update with Mariella Salita]&lt;br /&gt;then went home, ate, sang, ate, blogged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There cliff notes version. So then I went to friendster and looked at people's profiles. I was thinking of so much. Thinking, reading blogs, listening to music and blogging is hard. I think Im getting a headache. Oh crap here it comes..... oh shit stop, no wait, false alarm. Whew, I hate migranes. Hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I love writing it...... stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Did you know that constant music in your ear [mp3, walkman, mp4 of whatever you rich people have] can actually damage your eye sight? No really, this time Im not making it up. Some lady sued Apple because it gave her son poor eye sight. Dumb? Tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-114000000342187175?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/114000000342187175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=114000000342187175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114000000342187175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/114000000342187175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-shit-stop-no-wait-false-alarm.html' title='oh shit stop, no wait, false alarm'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113991020879964623</id><published>2006-02-14T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:51:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new song, same layout, same blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new song, same layout, same blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there avid readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was on a slightly long hiatus. I had to take time apart from this blog just to see how much I missed it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah just kidding. Truth is boredom took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about the days you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know [and don't read my blogs, shame on you], last saturday was my birthday. I was supposed to spend it at Shangri-la Plaza and see the San Miguel Philharmonic orchestra and master chorale perform but, it was really crowded. So, we skipped the whole introduction part of the the celebration and went derect into the climax. UNFORTUNATELY, the gift I wanted wasn't in SM Megamall. Not in SM Megall, UNFUCKINGLIVABLE. I hate running around in circles, it drives me crazy. Out of frustration, I stopped by Vans and bought a pair of shoes with the money I was supposed to buy my gift with. My parents got really guilty because it was such a crappy way to celebrate and I was getting guilty because I made them guilty and my sister was getting angry because she was getting hungry, so we stayed at SM. We went upstairs and ate at Saisaki and everything turned out to be better. We had a fun night despite everything that happened. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me additional money to get the gift that I really wanted! So if you guys wanna play DOA at my house, just tell and I'll set it up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, February 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no clear recollection about monday so sorry if I skip a few details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I knew that I talked to Iya after school. She went back to her house and brought back her phone. Then Nicdom came. Then I read messages with Nicdom because Iya was busy eating. ehehe xp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset when I saw them messages. Im still pretty upset now. boo-hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... moving on to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRDAYYY Feb. 14, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww, its hapi &lt;3's day. Just kidding. Nothing much really happened today. We were extra nice to teachers though. uhmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh its so hard to think at this time! All I can think about it is eat! xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From wha I recall, after school Nikki's suitor came and gave her chocolates. Ewww the guy was so ugly! Even Nikki thought so! I just stood there laughing as she tried to escape her suitor from hell. Then, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo let down these few days but the week is going faster than ever, which is a good thing ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look Forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 19 - Educator's Day [No Classes! Woot woot!]&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 20 - Student's Take Over&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 25 - Josh's b-day bash at Eastwood!&lt;br /&gt;March 4 - Soiree(?) # 2 with 1K and 1A(?) at Tivoli Royale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gabay? Too bad. These events come with invites only. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Xanthe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;The song is Korean btw. If you can't understand, belat na lang sau.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you`re one of them losers who can't speak korean (like me), the song is about a person's dilemma when he/she falls in love with his/her best friend. Everytime I see a person in this type of situation, they always end up falling apart. Think Im wrong? Rub it in my face through chatterbox. See you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113991020879964623?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113991020879964623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113991020879964623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113991020879964623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113991020879964623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-song-same-layout-same-blogger.html' title='new song, same layout, same blogger'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113957448010354729</id><published>2006-02-10T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:28:00.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know what happens if Betty and Veronica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do you know what happens when betty and veronica unite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to admit, at some point in your life, you must've read at least one archie comic. Well if you haven't [loser. kidding], then too bad, you might not be able to understand my blog, belat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why the famous trio then? Well, let's just say that it does happen [more than you know] in real life. If you're a little slow in comtemplating then I'll translate, its my story... during this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Araso.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid archie's acting all stupid again.. No, let's start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Archie, the bastard [much better!], falls head over heels with the two most gorgeous people in Riverdale named Betty and Veronica. Now in the beginning, archie like veronica and asks betty for her number. Betty doesn't know so tells Archie that she'll give it to him on monday. If you read in the comic [if you didn't, belat again], betty never lies to archie so she did as instructed and as promised, hooked them up [email exchange and such]. Archie and betty still kept on talking even if archie already liked veronica and they became very close friends. Eventually, they developed feelings for each other. On this part, you might already be saying, "Uy, In luuuvvvv!". For me? not really. Puppy love maybe. Moving on, Archie was at the point where he had to decide. He chose betty and assured full trust and confidence to believe him. Two frikkin` [pathetic] hours later, he changed his mind saying that he lurrvvveddd veronica. Betty was clam and collective but people didn't know that inside, hell already broke loose. She had a knack for keeping things air tight and vaccum sealed even if it killed her. Good thing though that betty also had a knack for forgeting easily. The next day, she spilled all her emotions to Midge and the rest of the gang. Veronica came and talked to Betty about the talk she had with Archie and she decided that she wasn't going to continue with Archie. Betty felt a little bad since she didn't want to come between them and talked to Veronica even more. So at this point, I'm at the question, do you know what happens when betty and veronica unite? We'll soon find out if Veronica holds up her end of the bargain because I know betty will. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you tomorrow bitches. Oh btw, its my birthday. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113957448010354729?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113957448010354729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113957448010354729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113957448010354729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113957448010354729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-you-know-what-happens-if-betty-and.html' title='do you know what happens if Betty and Veronica...'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113948812954703039</id><published>2006-02-09T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:42:49.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry, give me the barf bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurry, get the barf bucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to skip the whole day since I have more important things to talk about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, Im so confused. First its like im floating in the clouds but then i fell from the sky. Then my heart started beating again but now its like it just got stabbed by an oversharpened pencil . Everything is like word factory right now, you know? Its like a roller coaster ride that won't stop and Im like "shit hurry, get the barf bucket" since I'm still uncertain about feelings. Im still on the verge right now [sorta like an inch off the cliff]. If I'm sure, I'll get off. I'll keep you guys posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, Im off the ride. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;I think my heart just got attacked with golf shoes. It hurts. ='[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113948812954703039?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113948812954703039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113948812954703039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113948812954703039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113948812954703039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/hurry-give-me-barf-bucket.html' title='hurry, give me the barf bucket'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113939180626025523</id><published>2006-02-08T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:56:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heck yeah my palm is redder than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so hey there again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she's back, insomia girl. Im not even going to touch the subject, my eyes hurt too much too talk about it. STRESS STRESS STRESS are the most common words I mutter everyday. Its kinda sad since I'm really not doing school work at all. What keeps me up at night? I have no idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So outreach happened today. During recess period [first], I hung out with josh, iya and alex and talked about our insecurities and opened up... chyeeah right. We just talked about normal stuff like makeup, clothes.... nah im totally joking. We talked about people and life while eating mangga with bagoong. I lurrvvveee mangga with bagoong and yea... absofuckinglutely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo during outreach, we fed some children for the last time since we`re never going to see them again, boo-hoo. A lot of people brought cameras and took pictures of god knows what and and...... uhh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came back from our adventure [sureee...], we stayed in the room and played bahay kuba [or was it during CL? our schedule is such a mystery.....] with iya, josh and alex [our lovable food buddies]. We added a twist to it which required constant concentration. As the game progressed, pabilis ng pabilis yung game and mas lalong sumakit palms ko. I was like, "heck yea my palms redder than yours". We then went to club which was so retarded like the reload lady because since Ms. G wasn't there, I had to stick with the fashion emeRRRRgency triplets. My ears wasnted to bleed with their lame nonsense. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, here I am typing this but now im bored so i'll you later on the FLIPSIDE. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113939180626025523?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113939180626025523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113939180626025523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113939180626025523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113939180626025523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/heck-yeah-my-palm-is-redder-than-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113932144106035740</id><published>2006-02-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:13:04.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really? all i heard was blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;really? all I heard was blah, blah, blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so let's start today's blog shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... remember when I said that its very rare that I wake up early in the morning and I just coulnd't fall back asleep? Well woop de freakin` do, it happened again. Shiznit, its like I have insomia or something. It's so inconvenient, I HATE IT. I set my alarm at 5:15 am and i fell asleep eventually. At like 6 am, I received a message from tim saying good morning and I was like yay! since my morning's are crappy and a greeting made it better. Then my cousin greeted my good morning too and I was like, woot woot! Perfect morning =]. My dad turned the channel to Unang Hirit and it focused on a news report about the P3 addition to the smart eload. They interviewed this one squater who said that it was a slight problem since she buys load everyday. EVERYDAY?!?! OMFG! I mean, they always complain about shortage of food but they use it on uneccessary things! I buy load like once every 2 months and its like enought for me. If you ask me, absolutely retarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School began with announcements like the interaction with Aetas and outreach tomorrow. Then Biology began. We had triple periods! It was hell I swear. Good news since no Biology tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the talk about her pride came along, all i heard was blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soiree talk sorta died down since 3/4 of the class who went to the soiree could only talk about Gio's b-day. It was really fun to watch! Haha =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dismissal, I spent it with Maricris talking about stuff...... and yea. Tim and I texted for a while which was cool since yea, tim is cool. Then Ry texted me, uhm no comment. Then Ops texted me saying that her cellphone probation is finally over [big yay!]. We talked for a bit about teen angst and future events.... and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, short for now. Its just too damn boring. SEE YUH SUCKA! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113932144106035740?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113932144106035740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113932144106035740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113932144106035740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113932144106035740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/really-all-i-heard-was-blah-blah-blah.html' title='really? all i heard was blah blah blah'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113922058130232469</id><published>2006-02-06T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:09:43.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how much we hate the calvin-benson cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how much we hate calvin and benson XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there avid readers. Well, let's start the super duper recap of my super duper awesome life [kidding]. So, I woke up at like 4:20 beacause I had to take care of something...... afterwards, I went back to bed. I tried to fall asleep but shiet! It was challenging. It took me 20 minutes to sleep again and it was a little annoying since I had to wake up at like 6. I hate my sleep pattern. So I woke up at like 6:20 tired as hell since I overslept and it was a monday. A very dangerous combination, trust me. In addition to the waking up mischap, VERY late dumating si Kya Ren! So uber groggy ako, moody sabay late pa, the perfect monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to class, tamang tama, 7:19 `di pa ako late, so happy dance naman ako. Even better news from BI, hindi sasabihin! =]&lt;br /&gt;Tuwang tuwa naman ako but I had to part in it.... Good for them. Nagsimula ang aking araw with Flip. 1 with mrs. A. Unfortunately, she had to go to rehab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I know what you`re thinking but no she's not. She's a level coordinator you dope. If you thought likewise, shame on you. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do this seatwork all by my lonesome self, boo-hoo. Moving on, we had Ap then recess. I didn't eat eh, I had no apetite. hehe. After that, we went on to biology [after cl and what again? oh yeah english] where we talked about the calvin-benson cycle along with light reactions. It's so freakin' confusing! First there was photon then p700 then 2e- then Rubisco then then then..... yea. I think I slightly grabbed the concept since bio [along with math] is choice of subject. It seriously beats flip and ap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch period, we talked about stuff.... and ate and yea. My day is boring but believe me, I had better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we had T.H.E! We all practiced for the fashion whow. It was sorta hilarious since we were kalat. We had a lot of fun though. During the backstage wait, I was able to talk to Melaops about stuff and the future. Haha! We're both looking forward to it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the goodbye bell rang and we all went home [...yay...]. So now, Im home and yea. I texted a few people but now i have no LOAD! Kailangan ko nang magpabili.. hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113922058130232469?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113922058130232469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113922058130232469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113922058130232469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113922058130232469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-how-much-we-hate-calvin-benson_06.html' title='this is how much we hate the calvin-benson cycle'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113897324015498210</id><published>2006-02-03T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:23:06.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gods and godesses pull out the big guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gods and godesses pull out the big guns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. so this is my first blog here.... ever. I thought mahirap. Yun pala mas madali pa sa xanga. Pinaghirapan ko rin yang xanga na yan ha. Buti na lang naisipan kong mag(career?!)blog change. Its absolutely about time. So bakit nga ba spring solstice at hindi winter solstice?!? 'ala lang. Probably because total opposites ang winter and spring so naisipan kong ipagsama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'de joke lang. Nahirapan kasi akong maghanap nang title that goes with spring eh so I just combined it together. Maybe in my future blogs I might find deeper meanings to it but as for now, none yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let's get to the point....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today sa SHS, nagkaroon kami ng mass. First friday kasi eh. The gym wasn't so sikep so it wasn't so hot (not very hot kasi yung higanteng e.fan nakatapat sa batok ko). The mass sponsors were the people who skipped out on CLE day (matamaan na! 'de joke lang). Okay naman siya. The really seemed prepared. After the mass, we had swimming. Malas lang namin talaga kasi shortened period lang kami so its a really big hassle to change. Nagkaroom kami ng practical test sa breast (hehe! [inside joke namin ni kara]) stroke swimming the length of the pool. Ay wait! Hindi nga pala practical test, practice test lang pala. Well anyway instead of looking like a swimmer, nagmumukha pa na ako ang nadrodrown. Palibhasa! First year ko lang magswimming aba syempre hirap na hirap ako. In addition to my flimsy stroke, nabanga pa ulo ko sa wall. Hindi ba naman akong nawarningan. Kilala mo kung sino ka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after a nice day of swimming, we went to visit the 4th year exhibit of the greek gods and godesses and lemme tell you, they pulled out the big guns. From the fancy projector to the presidentish-wax-museum-button-pushing-talking think, lahat ang galing. Ang cute ng mga gods and godesses! Aliw talaga ng creativity ng 4th year swear. Nagdonate ang gabay ng 80 pesos for their legend(?) and the everyone talked. Very nice and unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na paguusapan ang buong araw ko. Nakakatamad eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when I got home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinipilit ako nang nanay ko na magcatch and throw kami. Once again, tinamad ako so I said no, please. When I saw my dad's laptop, I decided to plug it to the internet and sufed websites. I went to kara's blogspot so medyo nainterested din akong gumawa so here it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I look forward to tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving range with father dearest (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;2. A short visit to A.H.C.O.M&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick up stupid broken computer (stupid machine)&lt;br /&gt;4. SOIREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na nga, see you na tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113897324015498210?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113897324015498210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113897324015498210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113897324015498210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113897324015498210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/gods-and-godesses-pull-out-big-guns.html' title='the gods and godesses pull out the big guns'/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21906718.post-113896200007873593</id><published>2006-02-03T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:20:00.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21906718-113896200007873593?l=xanthee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/feeds/113896200007873593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21906718&amp;postID=113896200007873593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113896200007873593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21906718/posts/default/113896200007873593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanthee.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>xanthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01007676678381527382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
