<?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-5661485358619193425</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:54:06.019+08:00</updated><category term='flirt'/><category term='what matters'/><category term='the truth of the matter'/><category term='bye'/><category term='random shitness'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='missed'/><category term='shitness'/><category term='crush'/><category term='going home'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='boys'/><category term='realize'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>what an exploding heart has to say...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-352156023481815476</id><published>2008-05-23T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:29:53.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll be going home for like two weeks guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you all on the 10th of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not be blogging [i guess] for like two weeks also since internet in my place sucks big time and I would pay a huge amount for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we`ll see. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-352156023481815476?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/352156023481815476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=352156023481815476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/352156023481815476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/352156023481815476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-8605954710133249310</id><published>2008-05-21T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:48:52.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I`m done enroling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep. Finished the enrollment process for just half a day. Nice. Pero grabe. Super exaggerated line for printing out of schedules. Take a step a closer to dreams? Or hell? Come on school, I thought you guys are uber rich!? Then why can`t you afford lots of computers for printing? Gah, the line was like a line for NFA rice dude. Hate it very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Validation and ID would be next. But they said the releasing of ID will be done on June pa. Great. So what happened? You`re machine shut down? Come on. Buy a new one guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I`ll be going home on Friday. Yay for me. A bit excited. HEH. I`ll be going to the seminary again for my brother`s birthday. Yes. HE`s a priest by the way. HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That`ll be it for tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-8605954710133249310?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/8605954710133249310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=8605954710133249310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8605954710133249310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8605954710133249310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-done-enroling.html' title='I`m done enroling!'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-2262739014158608388</id><published>2008-05-19T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:29:04.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the truth of the matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>Friends.... ter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendster community has been such a huge hit among teenagers nowadays. I, myself had been a follower since I was in fourth year high school. I should say, whoever created this social network is indeed knowledgeable on how to tickle people`s whatsoever, especially Filipinos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It`s only here in the Philippines that Friendster had been this big. In other countries, they aren`t fond of this thing, what they following are Myspace and Facebook. Which ever ways, they have one thing in common. That`s their goal -- to connect people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do have some cents on Friendster though. It`s about their Testimonial slash Comment thing. I could still remember way back when I was still a froshie with it, testimonial aren`t that given to people that easily. It could take quite some time begging your friends to make you a good testimonial for your other friends to read. But now, look at thatm, comments/testimonials are gamely given! Even if you don`t ask for it, voila, you could still have comment/s waiting to be approved in some instance. Missing a person, for example, can be shown through a comment today. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well... That`ll be all. I`m just calming my freakin` fingers, they`re all 'atat' to type. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And by the way, check my twitter. Left side. See it? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-2262739014158608388?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/2262739014158608388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=2262739014158608388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/2262739014158608388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/2262739014158608388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-ter.html' title='Friends.... ter?'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-4403359474539186888</id><published>2008-05-15T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:33:05.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long sweet summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yey. we just had our final exam a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was effin` okay. The items were all found in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, haven`t answered it all perfectly since I haven`t really 'studied' that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was texting the whole night. Decided to just study early in the morning but no, never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late so I hurriedly did my morning rituals (as usual). Scanned the book for like 10 minutes and bahm, off to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanned the book again upon arriving at the classroom but gah, too many destructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony was prolonged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam was of multiple choice and problem solving. Really, it`s all in the book. The problems were those from the examples given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i was lazy enough to review my notes. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don`t think i`m gonna fail that one. Not this time. No. Never again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Psych, I miss you all. No bullshit whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can`t wait to see some of you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be there. All of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea`s birthday celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location`s gonna be in *oh shoot, i forgot the beach resort`s name*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask Keyce or Lyra or Rhea for the location, and other information `bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come all with your flashing cameras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make up for the loss. Almost two months of not seeing each other. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow`s gonna be great. Well, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No killjoy`s allowed. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehe. Gah. I`m blabbing again. D`oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That`s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you all tomorrow Psychos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ktine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-4403359474539186888?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/4403359474539186888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=4403359474539186888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/4403359474539186888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/4403359474539186888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='so long sweet summer'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-9196892380476149952</id><published>2008-05-07T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:41:43.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the truth of the matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>An Appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not overplay &lt;em&gt;Pitong Araw&lt;/em&gt; by Hale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. You might be thinking of how &lt;em&gt;Jologs&lt;/em&gt; I am right now but I don`t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don`t overplay it. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it`s melody, and the lyrics (gah, i`m such a big liar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard it over Magic, Killer Bee, and I think Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard it for the very first time at Magic, over Good Times with Mo (and the other folks :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES FM, I beg you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou shall not keep it playing like almost everyday. (Like what you did to Flo`s LOW :l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`Coz if it`ll be played everyday, the song would lose it`s value and uniqueness whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overplaying sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it`ll be better if it`ll be just played twice a week. That could bring shiver to someone`s spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh, MOR, just don`t get a copy of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`di ko gusto nga mubati ang song... `coz sooner or later, inyo na`ng i-apil sa inyong pa-sadsad ang music! i-mix ninyo sa Family Affair ni Mary J Blige. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`di lang ko gusto nga mahimong cheap ang mga tsada nga music. Nga mahimong sumo after a week `coz always ibalik ug play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I appeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-9196892380476149952?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/9196892380476149952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=9196892380476149952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/9196892380476149952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/9196892380476149952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/appeal.html' title='An Appeal'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-8319564494629212079</id><published>2008-05-04T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:32:33.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is that so?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say, summer class is boring me. Never in my life had I imagined myself to be this bored. Everyday, same activities; must get up early to prepare for the 9-o`clock class. Go back to the dorm at 1 in the afternoon and sleep. Crap, for almost four weeks now, I have been doing that. I`m stuck in my room doing nothing but listen to some music, edit some pictures, watch some movies. Gahd, I need some extra thing to do or else I will be crazy when summer class ends. The only thing that keeps me sane for now are my collected music and my dearest PC. Also, with my cellphone beside me, I can still keep myself attached to the realities of life. Arnold, I still need you here. Crazy times with you are lovely; I get to laugh my heart out with your jokes and funny stories. Certainly, you are a friend. Please be here, before everything else fails. Retards date is a must, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn`t be posting any lonesome entries `coz I promised not to. But heck, I never expected this! I never expected my life to be this dreary. So I couldn`t write any jovial entry. But I`m trying though.. I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t wait for the summer class to end. I wanna go home and see my friends. I wanna rest my effin` ass over assignments and school stuffs. I wanna be home `coz boredom is such a waste of time and money. I`ve got nothing to do so I usually eat outside just to entertain my tummy, now, that`s a waste of funds. I go online almost everyday just to kill the time, that again is a waste of cash. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay. I`m gonna change my layout header. It`s not so me at this moment. I`m battling with my mood swings yet again. I`ve got some emotional issues which are in actual fact beginning to piss me off. I shouldn`t be like this `coz this ain`t me. When did myself go missing? That, I have no idea. (Gee, I think I`m already in the process of going insane.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, here`s a list of what I`ve done so far. Unproductive ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Made an imaginary friend named Mushy;&lt;br /&gt;* Cried almost a liter of tears;&lt;br /&gt;* Discovered some Photoshop techniques (LOL);&lt;br /&gt;* Downloaded music which aren`t my favorite but became my favorites eventually;&lt;br /&gt;* Inquired about the plug-it internet (I should have a connection to save).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who`s much bored? You or me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-8319564494629212079?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/8319564494629212079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=8319564494629212079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8319564494629212079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8319564494629212079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-that-so.html' title='Is that so?'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-8288375705001666062</id><published>2008-05-03T18:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:57:02.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Because we are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet up with my good friend ArnoldLoves last night just to do some catching up. As what I have posted yesterday, I terribly miss my friends. Thankfully, he`s free last night so we had a date. We talked about anything, as usual. We were in McDonald`s from 7 `til 9 PM, I guess. The rain was a bit rude last night so we just stayed inside the shop, ate and talked. And oh, stalked too. There were a few familiar faces though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, `coz we`re bored to death, we decided to make a video log. The topic? Random. From the shop`s cleanliness to the guy who wore a green `Animo La Salle` shirt who was with some Xavier people. We`re like hunching on why the hell he`s wearing that; we`re hunching on which La Salle he go and all. And we ended up backstabbing him and the La Salle schools outside Luzon. (Sorry :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arnold, we shall be having our second date if we`ve got time. Alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To end this entry, I`m gonna share the video we had last night. The part wherein we`re discussing about the (fake) La Salle guy. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_OhBOX6_9E&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-8288375705001666062?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/8288375705001666062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=8288375705001666062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8288375705001666062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8288375705001666062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-we-are.html' title='Because we are!'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-7076515853703417809</id><published>2008-05-02T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:37:25.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitness'/><title type='text'>Effin` desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mkay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna go home right now and sleep continuously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dorm life has never been this crazy, and I really mean crazy. There`s no one to talk to since everybody`s busy doing their own thing. And I`m kinda shy to approach them and ask what`s up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I`m beginning to act like a paranoid too. Damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna be with my friends and spend the whole time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if we won`t be doing anything, it`ll be just fine as long as I`m with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna talk to them. I think we all need some catching up with what`s been going on with our own individual lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be in our house again, playing with my niece and nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if they could be so &lt;em&gt;langas&lt;/em&gt;, playing with them is the best thing in the world right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(They`re on a vacation, so this could not be done if I`m at home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mkay. I think this is becoming obvious. I just want this effin` summer classes to end so that I could go home and get out of that freakin` dorm building with the `talented` people in it. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gahd. I`ve never been desperate to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-7076515853703417809?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/7076515853703417809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=7076515853703417809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/7076515853703417809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/7076515853703417809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-has-nothin-to-do-with-anyone.html' title='Effin` desperate'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-118344141706616000</id><published>2008-04-26T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:47:15.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>Back to my old self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I`m a loner once again. Thanks world, thank you very much! Thanks for taking my closest housemate away. Thanks for giving me such a terrible f*****, I can now die `coz of humiliation. Thanks for a dreadful b**** that doesn`t function whenever I need it to work. Thank you very much! I can now live in hell. One leap to go and I’m already in the right path, the right road… to total bullshitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, forbid.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-118344141706616000?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/118344141706616000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=118344141706616000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/118344141706616000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/118344141706616000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-my-old-self.html' title='Back to my old self'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-8022446523655623613</id><published>2008-04-21T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:06:06.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Still Attracted to Gon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Less than five years ago, I kinda had a somersaulting feeling for this guy. No, he wasn’t a classmate; wasn’t anyone from my school; but a student from a school who happened to be far from our place. We eventually became friends and I could say that we became close because of the frequent communication and visitations we had. We were calling each other, texting, and visit if one’s got a time. First impressions never last. At first I thought he was so conceited and all but he proved me wrong. He was the nicest, practical and smartest guy I knew. He was a part of the top section of his class. Too close to become perfect. I knew who he has been crushing on that time and although it spoils me, of course I’ve got nothing to protest. Who am I anyway? Okay. That’s a little sentimental right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the same university right after high school. We talked once in a while, if we happen to see each other in school or somewhere. He hasn’t changed. Still the smartest, sensible guy I knew. I was kinda a stalker too. I know I shouldn’t care about him that much but who the hell cares? I was able to get information on who he has been dating, what activities have been keeping him busy and a lot more. LOL. I lived my entire college life in that university doing that shit. (I guess that’s the reason why I failed and left the university the following year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. After I transferred school, we still kept in touch with one another. Until now. He has transferred school too. We’re still texting, most often than before. He’s still a positive thinker, the reason why I admire him so greatly. He may not know it, but I am still, in one way or the other, fascinated by his wit and shrewdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. This little ‘confession’ really comes with a deep sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-8022446523655623613?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/8022446523655623613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=8022446523655623613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8022446523655623613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/8022446523655623613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-attracted-to-killua.html' title='Still Attracted to Gon'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-3759560032544140679</id><published>2008-04-19T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:37:10.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>Just landed where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third post. Yey. I’m becoming active in the blogosphere once again, mate. I must say, I’m getting addicted to it unlike before. Things right now are doing pretty well that’s why I have this audacity to write something. The first time that I got really hooked into blogging was when I was just starting out to be a college girl. I was a froshie and blogging has been my resort in expressing my frustrations with college life. I was taking the wrong course back then at the right school, I was unprepared. It came to be a bit of a shock on my part. I never imagined it to be that way. LOL. So, in order for me to release such tensions and aggravations, I seek company and advices from my blogmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two years, I got four or five blogs already. I often forgot my password so I would sign up again to get a new one. And after a week, same problem would arise until it becomes a cycle. For that four or five personal online journals comes four blog sites. With that four blog sites, I have used different email addresses. Can you just imagine the hassle it caused me? LOL. I was the one to blame though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I’ve said in my previous entries, I shall keep this blog running til forever. It’s a must for me. I have this urge to write and write and my blog would be the perfect place for my crappy writings. I’m about to be a senior college student this coming June. I have the right course now, but there’s still a problem, I’m in a wrong school. Hence, I still have moooooore to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, my school now is the most expensive school around the city (tuition fee man, it kills much). True, these professors are the second highly-paid professors in Mindanao (next to a branch of a true-blue school). True, its becoming competitive in terms of the graduates and board exam passers it produces. But why do I still feel that I shouldn’t be in this school? Why do I feel that this isn’t the right school for me? Why oh why? A professor told us during our general assembly that we should take away the common mentality that THAT school is the best. She said, THAT school has been the best ten years ago and OUR school is competing. OUR school had passed accreditation (I think we’re in level three). *sigh* Maybe I just need someone to uplift my morale, be able to convince me to entrust the school my future. Someone… Are you already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I think I know now. Kick out of that school those professors who don’t teach well. Those who give mega shit loads of homework. Those who give unreasonable 100-item term exams. Those who are always coming late and still blames the students whenever we’re not around to any further extent (because he’s/she’s late and the policy states that if the professor is late for 15 minutes, we’re free to leave). Those who keep on misplacing our paper works and would blame us why it’s lost. Those who doesn’t have their word of honor; keep on telling us this and that but when the date comes, would suddenly back out because of some crappy reasons. Those who always command students to do some artsy work out of the documents gathered from an activity or some sort. Those who are always telling the students their autobiographies; their college achievements, their love flings, and worst, their sexual fantasies. And the pits, those who are asking for money from their students (for them to pay the jeepney fare, to buy some food for their kids, to buy heaps of alcohol and drink the night away after a stressful day at school, to procure cigars to get back their appetite etc.) They are the reasons why a student couldn’t understand the lessons well. The reasons why a student doesn’t have any learning. And the reason why there are too many morons even if they have attended school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not mad or angry. I just wanna blurt what I am currently feeling. If those mentioned departed the school, I can have a good breathe. A first-rate air to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? If we’re from the same school, maybe you would understand. Oh no, crash that out, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m almost there. Approximately five gauges away from saying: [MY] SCHOOL SUCKS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190894063857483266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAnCpgbovgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9NqVDEQQJh4/s320/b+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-3759560032544140679?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/3759560032544140679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=3759560032544140679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/3759560032544140679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/3759560032544140679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-landed-where.html' title='Just landed where?'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAnCpgbovgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9NqVDEQQJh4/s72-c/b+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-1222456117999465823</id><published>2008-04-18T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:37:11.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>Arm Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was working on my Physics homework two nights ago, my arms and legs were so itchy. That once you scratch them, it would be the start of an unstoppable scratching. My fingers left a mark on those parts I scratched. Creepy. Seemed like I was being crumpled by someone. But no. it’s because of the effing scratchiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which leads me to this realization… &lt;em&gt;A person having a bad day is like an itch&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person won’t blurt out of his anger or some sort if you won’t trigger it to divulge. You just have to let his/her anger flutter away so that there would be no clashes. As for the itchiness that I felt, it won’t be as itchy as it seemed if I didn’t scratch it off. There should’ve been no traces of red marks in my arms and legs if I didn’t scuff it so badly. If I just only let it pass… If I just only… But then again, as what everybody would say, regrets doesn’t come first. It always happens after you’ve done the deed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;** This morning, I woke up realizing how much I've been missing my high school buddies. Haven't seen them during my short break. Hoping to see them all as soon as my summer classes are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was kinda bored studying last night so I made this. LOL. And I miss them this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190478372717327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAhIlGQp9XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eQ1d_-SaL34/s320/EMC.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random faces - my Einstein '04 classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once again, this is just one of the many cups of nonsense things that you would read here. This is only the beginning. I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-1222456117999465823?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/1222456117999465823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=1222456117999465823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/1222456117999465823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/1222456117999465823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/04/arm-itch.html' title='Arm Itch'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAhIlGQp9XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eQ1d_-SaL34/s72-c/EMC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661485358619193425.post-4992576801450535344</id><published>2008-04-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:45:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many firsts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been into blogging since 4th year high school and I keep on forgetting my passwords. LOL. I have tons of blog already and this time, please help me, maintain this forever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics has been a pain in my ass ever since. But this time, I kinda realize how easy it could be if you would just study and listen to every discussions made. First three topics were okay, I hope it'll continue until the end of the summer classes. Can't afford to fail this one. Please no. Really can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money has been a problem, as always. That's why I shouldn't fail this subject. LOL. Hoping to graduate next year... Help me pray. Oh please. I need to graduate next year. March of NEXT YEAR. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my family. Much. Wanna go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661485358619193425-4992576801450535344?l=just-for-a-while.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/feeds/4992576801450535344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661485358619193425&amp;postID=4992576801450535344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/4992576801450535344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661485358619193425/posts/default/4992576801450535344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-a-while.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-many-firsts.html' title='Too many firsts..'/><author><name>Kti.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819657501933933756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nCehmm0ZpI0/SAXkimQp9VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzCfWIL66A0/S220/%5Bx%5Dbooth(9).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
