<?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-7372421</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***Simply Enchanted***</title><subtitle type='html'>Raindrops falling in my head....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372421.post-114688611750505177</id><published>2006-05-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:28:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mannas from Heaven</title><content type='html'>I'm so lucky to have such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pia and Ina, I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are my mannas from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen, I love you to the maximume level of intensity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIX TAPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Butch Walker&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say goodnight, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun&lt;br /&gt;You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one&lt;br /&gt;I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I only wish there was more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't turn around and say bye again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it crushes my head when you call me&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and I'm not the same person&lt;br /&gt;From back in the day in the back of the class&lt;br /&gt;that you thought was gay&lt;br /&gt;No I can't find the words cause I lost them&lt;br /&gt;The minute they fell out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips&lt;br /&gt;And just let me kiss 'em &lt;br /&gt;and let's get messed up and listen to possibly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-114688611750505177?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372421.post-114222013489041747</id><published>2006-03-13T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:03:58.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Real Thing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bo Bice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say I mean it&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I feel it&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when you talk&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious you want to show it&lt;br /&gt;So don't blow it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what we got&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to change&lt;br /&gt;And always be the same&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to wait&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you want the same things as me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's fate&lt;br /&gt;Driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's the real thing&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me hanging on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read the signs between us&lt;br /&gt;And I feel its inside when you come nearer&lt;br /&gt;There's a stillness in the air&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else is there&lt;br /&gt;And every moment stays in the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what we got&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to change&lt;br /&gt;And always be the same&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to wait&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you want the same things as me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's fate&lt;br /&gt;Driving me insane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-114222013489041747?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/114222013489041747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=114222013489041747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/114222013489041747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/114222013489041747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-thing.html' title='The Real Thing'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-113670627274334006</id><published>2006-01-08T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:51:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU, FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>The weekend isn't over yet. There are so many things that have to be done. But, I'm feeling happy. These past few nights have been truly satisfying. I spent the last two nights hanging out with some of my &lt;strong&gt;super cool, funny, loving, and adorable friends!&lt;/strong&gt; I miss hanging out with these people. Gahd. I forgot how fun it could be. Hanging out with them made me feel super happy. Even though my mom, ate and kuya left for Boracay with my other relatives without me, I have a strong feeling that I had as much fun as they did. Haha. Weird ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Friday night (and the wee hours of Saturday morning) with my Poveda friends. before going to Greenbelt, Anna, Ina, and I visited dincee at Makati Med. It's really sad, but I hope the visit cheered her up. Afterwards, we met up with Cheng, Pam, and Pia. It was really fun. We ate at Bollywood. I don't want to say anything about the food. Let's just say...it was really an adventure! Being in the company of such &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; people, I kind of forgot about the food. After dinner, we had dessert at Cheesecake, Etc. It was there where we had the "raffle." Hehe! It was super fun! (Even though I didn't get the lipgloss! But that's okay, I got the chocolates!) We then proceeeded to New World. We just hung-out at the lobby. We had our "pictorial" there. Super fun! After the sad goodbyes, we went to the Debuque residence. Bibz was there. Kilig! Ina, Anna, and I got picked up there by Ina's driver. From there, we went to Libis to pick up Ina's mom ang Huey. The KTv bar that we went to was &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! Overall, the night was really great! &lt;strong&gt;Good friends + Food + Camera + Chocolates = FUN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Dizon's debut last night at Anabelle's,  Tomas Morato. Even though it was only us Posse who were there, it was okay. Oh. Bong-Bong was there too! Actually, it was good that it was only us because it gave us time to bond. Haha! I never knew that both Carla and Kat shared our sentiments. *Wink, wink* Pie hosted the debut. After the program, we went to Starbucks to hang-out. I've never been to Starbuck, Tomas Morato. I never knew it was so big. Hehe. Loser ba? We hung-out and talked. Carla and Kat left early. So, Pie, Pau, Per, Bong-Bong and I were left. I had a great time bonding with them. Super. Nothing changed. The friendship is definitely still there. FUN! FUN! FUN! I'm so thankful my dad didn't wake up early to pick me up! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUT OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pia&lt;/strong&gt; -  Labs! Labas na us! Miss you na! Dance for me! "Where is she? Where is she?" Haha! Wise words from Ms. Marcelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ina&lt;/strong&gt; - I missed you! Gosh. "I don't care who you are, where you're from..." I love you, Kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; - B-Rock is HOT. Promise! "Are you still at Greenbelt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dincee&lt;/strong&gt; - Get well soon, Baby! Don't think about Daddy. I'm still looking for a new one. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam&lt;/strong&gt; - Thanks for the gift! I love you, Bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheng&lt;/strong&gt; - Labas na us? Imported pala yung "T" eh! 'Di ko alam yun, ah! Miss mo na ako, noh? &lt;em&gt;I can feel it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pie&lt;/strong&gt; - I love you, Hon. Keep on smiling. We're here for you. Good luck with your studies! You can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per&lt;/strong&gt; - Kaya natin 'to. Positive thinking! Thanks for the sampaguita. Napansin ko yung binibigay mo sa akin na flowers...isang potted plant tapos isang bunch ng sampaguita. Mahusay! Naiiba! Bora na 'to! Mayaman na ExeCom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau&lt;/strong&gt; - I'll return your books ASAP! Hindi po ako nagbago. Frog. Hehe! *Wink, wink* M.S.? Hmmm...ADMU! Yung CD! Salamaat, Frienshift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bong-Bong&lt;/strong&gt; - Mahal ka nun. Smile na you. Ganda ng phone natin, ah. Christmas gift ko? Let's go, Ateneo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chreesy&lt;/strong&gt; - Belated Happy Birthday, dear! Chreesy Dizon for President! Halalan 2028!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt; - Congratulations! Sama ako sa Wales! Invite a FRIEND to the prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat&lt;/strong&gt; - Si Javie na! Let's go, Anak! Hanapan kita ng date, gusto mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-113670627274334006?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/113670627274334006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=113670627274334006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113670627274334006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113670627274334006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-you-friends.html' title='I LOVE YOU, FRIENDS!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-113249320902956331</id><published>2005-11-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:26:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I pass?</title><content type='html'>I'm actually okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I survived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if passed with flying colors, but the point is...&lt;strong&gt;I SURVIVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck to the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann, Cam and I serioulsy have to talk. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-113249320902956331?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/113249320902956331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=113249320902956331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113249320902956331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113249320902956331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-i-pass_113249320902956331.html' title='Did I pass?'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-113231776871867127</id><published>2005-11-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:44:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared.</title><content type='html'>Wala ako sa mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminders:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Minimal contact as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Answer questions with either a YES or a NO.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Be the one to say GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did the thought of going to law school never cross my mind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-113231776871867127?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/113231776871867127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=113231776871867127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113231776871867127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113231776871867127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-113196949969802167</id><published>2005-11-14T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:58:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I'me feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-113196949969802167?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/113196949969802167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=113196949969802167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113196949969802167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113196949969802167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-113068103426090251</id><published>2005-10-30T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:03:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak 101: Fill in the Blanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling..&lt;/strong&gt;a bit low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just watched..&lt;/strong&gt;Hotel Rwanda and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just..&lt;/strong&gt;cried and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to..&lt;/strong&gt;find &lt;em&gt;The One&lt;/em&gt;, but more than that...I guess, I want &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just realized..&lt;/strong&gt;bakit ba ako ganito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm grateful..&lt;/strong&gt;that Helen's ok. (Oh, she also collected some brochures on some universities from Singapore for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm planning..&lt;/strong&gt;my mom's surprise dinner with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wondering..&lt;/strong&gt;where I can buy a huge corkboard.&lt;em&gt;I want to place some pictures there...is that a good idea? How can I hang a corkboard on my wall? Do I have to drill a hole or something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm dreaming of..&lt;/strong&gt;participating in the JTA when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think..&lt;/strong&gt;I want to work for a hotel or for the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to face..&lt;/strong&gt;REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are easier said than done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate..&lt;/strong&gt;Bea Alonzo's face and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dreamt of..&lt;/strong&gt;*toot* last night. &lt;em&gt;Lintik na buhay 'to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's..&lt;/strong&gt;THAT time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think..&lt;/strong&gt;she likes my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will I ever learn..&lt;/strong&gt;to keep my wallet in a &lt;em&gt;locked&lt;/em&gt; drawer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My self-esteem is..&lt;/strong&gt;pretty low right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's "kilig" in English?&lt;/strong&gt;Is it giddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-113068103426090251?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/113068103426090251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=113068103426090251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113068103426090251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/113068103426090251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak-101-fill-in-blanks.html' title='Sembreak 101: Fill in the Blanks'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112851679580411559</id><published>2005-10-05T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:53:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I took my 4th Math Long Test this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to eat lunch with Ann and Cam today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did eat lunch with Ina and Helen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at World Topps then had dessert at Cello's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I want to go with my friends:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2.) Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;3.) Thailand&lt;br /&gt;4.) Korea&lt;br /&gt;5.) Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112851679580411559?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112851679580411559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112851679580411559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112851679580411559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112851679580411559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah_05.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112799022258502135</id><published>2005-09-29T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:37:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Where it Hurts, Baby.</title><content type='html'>Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaminin ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasaktan pride ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot ako kapag may image yung people of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I don't live up to their expectations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasasaktan ako sa comments ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasasaktan ako sa competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasasaktan ako na natutuwa sila na nasasaktan ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parasites!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasaktan talaga pride ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit din na iniisip nila na bobo ko, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito ba talaga ang COMPETITION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we supposed compete against ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR is it just a misconception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama ba si Ann na jelly lang sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO FOR TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;1. English Homework&lt;br /&gt;2. Lit Quiz&lt;br /&gt;3. Math Quiz&lt;br /&gt;4. Filipino LT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam nyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseball lang 'yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hangin&lt;/em&gt; lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di ako stressed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112799022258502135?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112799022258502135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112799022258502135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112799022258502135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112799022258502135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/09/tell-me-where-it-hurts-baby.html' title='Tell Me Where it Hurts, Baby.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112722152264684870</id><published>2005-09-20T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:05:22.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely a WASTE of MY TIME!</title><content type='html'>Ok na sana eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalimutan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOLERO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalimutan ko na talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga ako, ha? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-bored mo lang ba ako kaka-usapin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano 'to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gamitan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCUSE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so not worth my time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112722152264684870?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112722152264684870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112722152264684870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112722152264684870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112722152264684870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/09/definitely-waste-of-my-time.html' title='Definitely a WASTE of MY TIME!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112668461974891010</id><published>2005-09-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:58:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I want to go home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freakin' cold here! My hands are numb...but at least the computer's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm having a &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are simply not enough to express how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#%^*!(%A$%!&amp;^~*&amp;@^%$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Party na 'to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112668461974891010?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112668461974891010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112668461974891010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112668461974891010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112668461974891010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112593329444344739</id><published>2005-09-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:19:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker!</title><content type='html'>I have a song! Thank you, Aji! You rock! Thanks for making me smile! Hehe! Tama ka, song ko talaga yun! Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shocker #1&lt;/strong&gt; Cam, Ann, Jau and I ate lunch at Manang's last Friday. Gosh. Sobrang daming kwento. X, Y, Z, Anna and Hotness. Hehe! I don't know. It was then that Ann pointed out that I'm so "sheltered." I don't know what to think. Yeah, maybe. I think I am sheltered. Weird, huh? I never really thought of myself as "sheletered" before. I actually thought that I was kind "out there"...you know? Well, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shocker #2&lt;/strong&gt; No more "Huggy Boy." We were together last Thursday afternoon. Nada. Zilch. Zero. In short, &lt;em&gt;wala na siya sa alphabet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shocker #3&lt;/strong&gt; My Math teacher placed a smiley face on my Math quiz. Go figure. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Yippee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shocker #4&lt;/strong&gt; I'm listening to Richard Marx sing "Hold on to the Nights" &lt;em&gt;What the heck is wrong with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa lahat ng nag-birthday at magbibirthday: Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Para sa lahat na 2nd monthsary bukas: Happy Monthsary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112593329444344739?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112593329444344739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112593329444344739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112593329444344739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112593329444344739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/09/shocker.html' title='Shocker!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112201920800899003</id><published>2005-07-22T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:00:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a High</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm singing..&lt;/b&gt;"Follow the Leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't like..&lt;/b&gt; Math class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate it when..&lt;/b&gt;people generalize. (e.g. "You're a Povedan?" incident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have..&lt;/b&gt;a prayer meeting to attend (ACLC) and a play to watch (Filipino) tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss..&lt;/b&gt;the Povedans, Per, Pie, Pau, and Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to say THANK YOU to...&lt;/b&gt;Jeloi and Jomi! Thanks for helping me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural High, if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lit class! I love my teacher! I got a high grade on the first major paper that I crammed! God is good! It's definitely worth cutting my Math class! I feel so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre, you rock! Life wouldn't be worth living without you! I'm glad you're not at UP Diliman--it definitely isn't &lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt; home! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, I think I failed my vry first Math Long Test. Tsk, tsk. I have to improve. &lt;b&gt;I will improve!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112201920800899003?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112201920800899003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112201920800899003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112201920800899003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112201920800899003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-high.html' title='On a High'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112175456418184095</id><published>2005-07-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:29:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math 11</title><content type='html'>My very first Math long test is this Thursday. I'm nervous. I have to pass this test! We had a quiz yesterday. I studied for it. Sir Chan Shio gave the class six minutes to answer the quiz. We tried to bargain. When he noticed that we still weren't finished with the quiz, he gave us another six minutes. Argh. I failed it! Argh. I have to pass this test! Pray for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112175456418184095?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112175456418184095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112175456418184095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112175456418184095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112175456418184095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/07/math-11.html' title='Math 11'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112130238200529010</id><published>2005-07-14T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:55:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss YOU.</title><content type='html'>I was not able to write my "May Day Eve" report the night before the deadline. Instead, I wrote it just a few hours before the deadline. I started writing it at around six in the morning and then I was able to finish it at around eleven. I didn't attend my Math class because I was still at home, writing my paper. Fantastic! I have a perfectly good reason for this. Matti, it turns out, had &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; papers due the next day. So, he used the computer the whole night. I was not able to write my paper. So, I crammed my paper. Fantastic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined AMA (Ateneo Management Association) and we had our first Department General Assembly yesterday. It was fun! I'm with Mian, Mico, and Miggy. Hopefully, we'll be able to sign-up for the concert. If all turns out just as we hope, we'll be under Abu. *coughDIYOSAcough* Funny thing is, Martin didn't sign up for the Human Resources Department. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at CTC 101 right now. This time, I'm with Roy. I only have one class for today, but I still went to school early. My class is at 12 noon. I have an ES group meeting. &lt;i&gt;Hopefully, some of my groupmates will be more helpful this time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Atenean who really pisses me off. Argh. FF! (Feel na Feel!)Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some people. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112130238200529010?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112130238200529010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112130238200529010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112130238200529010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112130238200529010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss YOU.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-112114995052569498</id><published>2005-07-12T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:32:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMU Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; "Pa-yong." - Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Week:&lt;/b&gt; "Kapag Tumibok ang Puso" and the new Rejoice song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at CTC 101 right now, researching on "May Day Eve" by Nick Joaquin. I am so dead. This is my first formal paper and I'm cramming it. It's due tomorrow! How the heck am I suppose to fill 2 long bond papers (single spaced!) with an analysis of the story? Gosh. I'm going to drink coffee tonight! Cramming. Fantastic. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit tired, but I just want to say that I'm enjoying college life. Super. &lt;i&gt;'Di siya nakakasakal.&lt;/i&gt; It's fun. I love my block. &lt;b&gt;P1 ROCKS!&lt;/b&gt; There's so much free time and I love meeting new people. I like my teachers. Well, most of them. I was able to get Environmental Science as my Nat. Sci. Good! Haha. I love Sir Rene. He's really funny. Helen and I are lucky to have him! I also love my Math teacher. I love saying his name. &lt;i&gt;Chan-Shio.&lt;/i&gt; Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, that's it. I have to "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-112114995052569498?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/112114995052569498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=112114995052569498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112114995052569498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/112114995052569498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/07/admu-life.html' title='ADMU Life'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-111625793162748075</id><published>2005-05-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:40:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SportsFest</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to panic. It's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time of the STP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportsfest is &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; Friday. I'm nervous as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-111625793162748075?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/111625793162748075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=111625793162748075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111625793162748075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111625793162748075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/05/sportsfest.html' title='SportsFest'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-111564698303261225</id><published>2005-05-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:56:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i like you just the way you are."</title><content type='html'>Mygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Mark Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the part wherein he says: &lt;em&gt;"I like you just the way you are."&lt;/em&gt; Tinamaan ako. S.S. ba? Haha. 'Di naman! Matatapos din 'to. Alam ko naman. Then, a new chapter of my life will begin...a fresh start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. Haha. Labo ko, noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-111564698303261225?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/111564698303261225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=111564698303261225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111564698303261225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111564698303261225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-like-you-just-way-you-are.html' title='&quot;i like you just the way you are.&quot;'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-111539318827222616</id><published>2005-05-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:31:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>napa-isip lang, ho.</title><content type='html'>Malabo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko na-spoil ako ni Per over the past few years. Maaga siya umalis today sa LnK kasi kailangan niya pumunta ng DLSU. Wala rin sina Pie at Pau. So, medyo mag-isa lang ako kanina, pero okay lang. Napa-ngiti naman ako ni Pau nung umaga eh at buhay pa naman ako hanggang ngayon. It just felt &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;. Weird nga yung feeling na wala sila kanina eh. Ewan ko kung bakit, nasanay na siguro ako na nandun sila. Nung umalis si Per, nag-hinaty ako (take note!) ng &lt;em&gt;mag-isa&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Iba yung feeling. Ka-usap ko si James, pero iba eh. It's not like we're close or anything. I don't feel comfy around him eh. Lalo na nung pinag-usapan yung &lt;em&gt;"Executive Committee."&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Ewan ko. Nasanay na ako na nandun palagi sina Per at Pau. Kaya napa-isip ako, sa college magbabago na lahat. Siguro naman, magiging busy sina Pau sa DLSU. Ewan ko. Sana naman walang mag-bago. Wala lang. Nag-aalala lang ako. Natatakot lang kasi ako na wala akong makita na "Per" at "Pau" sa college. Well, sila lang naman ang "Per" at "Pau" ng buhay ko, kay di naman talaga sila mapapalitan...diba? Labo ko, noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-111539318827222616?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/111539318827222616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=111539318827222616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111539318827222616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111539318827222616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/05/napa-isip-lang-ho.html' title='napa-isip lang, ho.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-111527464495664009</id><published>2005-05-05T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:44:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>555 Tuna</title><content type='html'>I admit, it's been such a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time since I last blogged. It's not that I've been too busy or anything, I guess...it's more of me not really wanting to say how I feel. I guess, I just didn't want to share before because everything was so freakin' messed up and I didn't understand myself. Then suddenly everything made sense and I'm..&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;..but I'm also a bit pissed at the same time. It's hard, I know. I'm seriously having a hard time understanding myself. It's hard to keep everything all bottled up inside, right? So, I guess, I'll be sharing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having mood swings these past few days. I have this feeling it's because of my *ehem* monthly visitor. I'm sorry if I've ever bitched out on any of my friends. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Bridget. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason" the other day. It made me laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was weird. Haha. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss a few people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;strong&gt;TALK&lt;/strong&gt;--to laugh, to smile, to cry, to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong feeling my mom's beginning to sense it...she's been making my favorites these past few days...french toast, crepe, tapioca..*sigh* People eat when they're sad--this is &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; bad for me. Perry's also starting to force me to finish my food. Thanks, Per. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Kahit na binigay ko kay Kat yung fries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for my friends right now. You guys know who you are. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for making me laugh and vent. &lt;/em&gt; I really appreciate it. I love you! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Blessed Sacrament this morning, even though I wasn't really in the mood to pray. Considering everything that's been going on these past few days...I felt a bit sad and I didn't really want to stay at there. (It's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; quiet there. Silence=Time to think. I don't want to reflect right now, it just makes me sadder.)But I forced myself to stay at the Blessed Sacrament because I remembered something very important. So, I got my prayer book and opened it. Viola! It was THE PRAYER that answered my questions, the prayer that I need most right now. &lt;strong&gt;God really is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that's it. Haha. I'm weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052142. &lt;em&gt;I'm officially an Atenean.&lt;/em&gt; What a scary thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-111527464495664009?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/111527464495664009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=111527464495664009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111527464495664009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/111527464495664009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/05/555-tuna.html' title='555 Tuna'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110743320413674223</id><published>2005-02-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:54:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hello, hello. (hola)"</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged! I've been so sick lately! I'm at the clinic practically every week! Ohwell. I guess, I should start taking vitamins. Bygoshness. (&lt;--what the?!?) BUT vitamins are so freakin' expensive! Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened since I last blogged. So, I guess, I have to update you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have two new friends from the Punta Sta. Anna community. Their names are Melody and Roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;- "Lovers in Paris" ended already. Gosh! Carlo Baby!&lt;br /&gt;- Cara, Helen and Pie celebrated their birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Tagaytay and had lunch there with my family.&lt;br /&gt;- I cried while having lunch with the PBK.&lt;br /&gt;- I learned that "TREES DON'T GROW UPSIDE DOWN." *winks*&lt;br /&gt;- I was sent home from school because of a high fever. I love you Nurse Guanco!&lt;br /&gt;- I got my report card. &lt;br /&gt;- I got the letters from ADMU and UA&amp;P.&lt;br /&gt;- I saw my SEP classmate at Cara's debut. He's the boyfriend of a batchmate.&lt;br /&gt;- I had a photoshoot with my class barkada.&lt;br /&gt;- The Computer Presentation absolutely ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with Korean Drama!&lt;br /&gt;- I bonded with Soph a.k.a "Carlo Baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog soon...if I'm up to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110743320413674223?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110743320413674223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110743320413674223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110743320413674223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110743320413674223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-hello-hola.html' title='&quot;hello, hello. (hola)&quot;'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110523434958213775</id><published>2005-01-09T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T09:32:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's called karma, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Singing:&lt;/strong&gt; "A Love to Share" by Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous Line of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I don't have a seat? How much is this plane?"&lt;/em&gt; - Tita Badette to the Airline Personnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want:&lt;/strong&gt; to have a personal shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared: &lt;/strong&gt; to be an Atenean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my UA&amp;P interview last Friday. Everything was perfect--I had a very nice outfit (I had the preppy look) and I was prepared for the questions (What is freedom?). I looked pretty okay, heck, nice even. Then something happened. Something super embarrassing. I now regret that I laughed at Kat during her dilemma at Angel's debut. I had a "Mentos" moment on my way to a very important interview. Shmuckers. It's called karma, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very emotional past few days. Thanks to my &lt;em&gt;very loving&lt;/em&gt; older brother, it's been quite memorable. I got in my dream school, but I'm not that happy about it. I don't know why. Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Pie last night. After talking to her, I felt as if I was relieved of a very heavy load that I was carrying. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Thanks, Pie and Ate Jing! I love you guys!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110523434958213775?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110523434958213775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110523434958213775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110523434958213775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110523434958213775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-called-karma-baby.html' title='it&apos;s called karma, baby.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110502050956179205</id><published>2005-01-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:08:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the future ahead</title><content type='html'>This past week has been a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I found out that I passed in DLSU. Well, I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my UA&amp;P interview and I'm a nervous wreck. I'm worried. Shmuckers. I really wish that I could fast forward my life. But the good thing is, at least by this time tomorrow, everything will be over. Well, not &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMU results come out on Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;Shmuckers.&lt;/strong&gt; (Here we go again...) By this time next week, I'll already know my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to feel sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110502050956179205?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110502050956179205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110502050956179205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110502050956179205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110502050956179205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/01/future-ahead.html' title='the future ahead'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110493268027782055</id><published>2005-01-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:44:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started today and it was such a drag. Test results were given and I'm not that happy, but not that disappointed. I care, but I don't care &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much. I spent most of the day napping during classes and visiting my "friends" at the Guidance Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a planner! I can't wait until I start decorating it! Labo. Kagabi pa ako. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110493268027782055?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110493268027782055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110493268027782055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110493268027782055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110493268027782055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-new-year.html' title='it&apos;s a new year!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110437755575580680</id><published>2004-12-30T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:32:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a high</title><content type='html'>I'm on a high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooo nutty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried las night because I was chatting my my "stalker" a.k.a. Hannah Pobby and she told me that you could actually text DLSU for the results already. Since I'm such a pathetic &lt;strong&gt;GENIUS&lt;/strong&gt;, I left my DLSU papers at school. So, I can't get the results since I don't know the code. Anyway, Nikki (I was also chatting with her) and I were both trying to remember our code the whole night. I even went off-line thinking about the damn code. &lt;em&gt;Hello?&lt;/em&gt; I was even dreaming about it! It was either 0123 or 1234 ( I know! Pathetic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that Nikki was trying out the different codes last night, and she got mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in LIACOM -- &lt;strong&gt;Marketing Management and Organizational Communication!&lt;/strong&gt; I love my course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoo! I'm soo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; NIKKI, YOU ROCK! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110437755575580680?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110437755575580680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110437755575580680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110437755575580680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110437755575580680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-high.html' title='on a high'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110433310077370110</id><published>2004-12-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:19:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically &lt;em&gt;EVERYBODY's&lt;/em&gt; sick here at the house. Well, except Matti and Cobi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DLSU results are out, you can find out through text. But the thing is, I don't know my student permit number. Good job, Tara. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if I passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = 6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110433310077370110?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110433310077370110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110433310077370110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110433310077370110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110433310077370110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110421913764447101</id><published>2004-12-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:41:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored but happy</title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do here in the house except watch t.v. and eat. The weird thing is, I actually &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; it! I love the fact that I'm not worrying about my grades, schoolwork, people, and stuff! I'm happy! I'm content staying here at home and just watching t.v. to my heart's content. Mygahd. I have no social life as of now, and I'm happy about it! Most of the time, I'm alone here at the house with only Manang downstairs. But it's okay with me--heck, it's more alone time for me! I love it! I feel liberated! Gahd. That sounded bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lunch party at the Naguiat's last Sunday. I saw a couple of "friends." Ha. I don't know why,  but I hate going out with my Mom's barkada. The kids my age are so...plastic. Ha. They think I'm a "Manang." OR maybe they just bring out the "best" in me. The only person I love there is Auntie. Gahd. I love that girl! She said *toot* Haha! It's nice to know that she was one of the people who was there for all of us, even though she's the Naguiats' nanny. The thing is, both of my "friends" made fun of *ehem* the fact that I teach kids during the summer. I don't know, they just don't find it "cool" enough. Gahd. I'd rather teach the whole day instead of hanging out with those bunch of losers. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I just want to let everbody know that I am &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; blocking out the positive chi of love. Right Pau? All of us should welcome it! Shmuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110421913764447101?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110421913764447101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110421913764447101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110421913764447101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110421913764447101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/bored-but-happy.html' title='bored but happy'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110309133283330344</id><published>2004-12-15T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:31:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uy, kilig! Uy, kinikilig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CD of the WEEK:&lt;/strong&gt; Carlos Antonio Jobim Songbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need...&lt;/strong&gt;the lyrics of "Pasko na Sinta Ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want...&lt;/strong&gt;a cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still obsessed with Lovers in Paris.&lt;/strong&gt; I just love it! Super. It was the only thing that I looked forward to these past few days! Uy, kilig! Uy, kinikilig! Actually, it's nice that I'm obsessing over somebody else's love life, even if it's fiction. At least I'm not obsessing over &lt;em&gt;"my so-called love life"&lt;/em&gt; anymore! Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God exams are over. I don't have anything to worry about over the Christmas break! Yipee! Celebrating the end of the exams, Christa, Chesca, Steph and I went shopping in Galleria! I bought shoelaces! They're so pretty! I love it! So, thanks Christa!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing that I'm worrying about. I took my Sociology Exam the day before yesterday. I really studied hard for the exam, because (I think) my grades are low. Sir DP gives back the papers after the grading, so I do not know what my standing is. The only thing I remember is that I failed the quiz about Education. Ha. This is what I get for chit-chatting with Cara and Yama instead of listening. Anyway, what bothers me is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE or FALSE: If you're in-love, "&lt;em&gt;Love conquers all.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a question is that?!? Gahd. Sir must really be in-love! Hmmm...I wonder how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110309133283330344?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110309133283330344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110309133283330344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110309133283330344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110309133283330344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/uy-kilig-uy-kinikilig.html' title='Uy, kilig! Uy, kinikilig!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110231659770632983</id><published>2004-12-06T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:04:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to do. My list of things to do are starting to pile up, but I'm not doing anything. Weird. I think I'm stressed not because I have so many things to do, but because I'm thinking of &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the things that I have to do. &lt;i&gt;I don't think I'm making sense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird feeling last night. I felt...disappointed with myself and I don't like it. &lt;i&gt;I had to talk to somebody.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; SALAMAT, PAULO! YOU ROCK! I'M A FUNNY PERSON, INDEED!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel better, but I'm thankful that somebody was there to listen. Hai. I prayed about it in the chapel, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if God has a plan. There's a reason for everything, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110231659770632983?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110231659770632983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110231659770632983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110231659770632983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110231659770632983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110206858872766572</id><published>2004-12-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:09:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers in Paris</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I am obsessed with a Korean &lt;em&gt;telanovela&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love LOVERS IN PARIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought Beautiful Days was the last of it. It seems as if I'm going to start eating my words. I really thought it was a weird liking a telanovela. I mean, I was making fun of Pia liking F4 so much! Haha. Ohwell. Things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CARLA! I LOVE YOU,DEAR! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110206858872766572?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110206858872766572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110206858872766572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110206858872766572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110206858872766572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/12/lovers-in-paris.html' title='Lovers in Paris'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110169473545922714</id><published>2004-11-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:29:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is pounding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My head is &lt;strong&gt;pounding&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get for hanging out with my cousins when there are drinks around. Think about it, Melon juice with Vodka? Iced Tea with Vodka? Straight up? Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Steph's house, but we can't start the Talaban without the data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. My freakin' thoughts are &lt;em&gt;scattered&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110169473545922714?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110169473545922714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110169473545922714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110169473545922714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110169473545922714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-head-is-pounding.html' title='my head is pounding.'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110146563231836880</id><published>2004-11-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:40:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Afterthought</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have realized that CHANGES are a part of life. &lt;/strong&gt;I can't do anything about it. &lt;em&gt;What will never change is change.&lt;/em&gt; Gahd. I don't know if I'm making sense. All I know is that I have to accept it. I just hope that everything turns out for the better. &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What worries me the most right now is that this hurt that I'm feeling is slowly turning into anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to be angry. OR maybe...I do. &lt;em&gt;I don't understand myself and I hate it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110146563231836880?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110146563231836880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110146563231836880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110146563231836880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110146563231836880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/11/afterthought.html' title='An Afterthought'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110138838118027738</id><published>2004-11-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:16:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>Things change. Sometimes, for the better. But there are also times when you don't want things to change because everything seems to be so..perfect. Then, you notice that old friends...just drift apart. It's just sad. I don't like it. Sometimes, I just want everything to stay still, stay that way forever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110138838118027738?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110138838118027738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110138838118027738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110138838118027738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110138838118027738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/11/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-110095669525822587</id><published>2004-11-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:23:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My DEBUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;justified&gt;It’s been a week since my dinner party. I really had fun. A lot of people went and I’m happy.  I was a nervous wreck during the morning, that’s why I wasn’t really able to get anything done. But the afternoon came and I was forced to do some things like help prepare the food, dining area, garden, tables, and chairs.  It was fun seeing most of my family members helping to make the party successful. (my Kuya had classes the whole day.) My brother, Matti, was helping my dad clean the chairs while my sister was helping my mom prepare the food. I actually felt special. These people were actually helping do something for me. I’m really grateful for that. The simple things they did really brightened up my day. At around 3 in the afternoon, my sister and I went to mall to buy a blouse. She surprised me by paying for the blouse. The blouse that I liked was P435 and she paid P300. Even though she didn’t pay end up completely paying for the blouse, I’m still grateful. I never knew having a sister who works already (she’s so OLD!) is such an advantage! It took us a long time to find the PERFECT gift for my mom, but it was all worth it. We bought her a Christian Bautista (HOT!) CD and a fan. She loved it. Even though we were a bit late when we arrived home and received a tirade from my mom (we still had to attend Mass), I was still happy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Mica was already there. She was the first guest. The sad thing is that she had to see me prepare. I still had to change my clothes and fix my hair. Then Sam Padilla came. After a few minutes guests came pouring in. It was a bit stressful at first, because all of the people were asking fro directions. Hmm…and I already gave them maps! Haha. Thinking about it now, it makes me laugh. I’m glad that most of my friends form Poveda and LnK were able to make it. The biggest surprise of the night was the program. &lt;b&gt;PIZZA BOX BARKADA, I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/b&gt; My barkada secretly arranged a program for my birthday. I had 9 Candles, Treasures, and Roses. I’m so grateful to these people for participating. In between the Candles and Treasures, we had a newspaper dance. I was given the opportunity to choose the couples/pairs who I wanted to play. I chose Perry-Mica (Uy kilig! Uy, kinikilig!), Paulo-Pie, and Peter-Julie. Bingo and I also played, I don’t know why. Haha. One of the things that I found out because of the game is that Perry, Paulo, and Bingo are…freaky. Joke. No, they’re great dancers. Superb. In between the Treasures and Roses, we also had another game. Christa just asked questions about me and whoever could answer got a prize. It was funny. CC was asked a question, and she gave…*ehem* a funny answer. One of the funniest/cutest memories that I have of that night was the reaction of my family when I was dancing with the guys. I heard it was really funny and cute. Haha. Sad thing I wasn’t able to notice it. Hmph. Lordie. I had so much fun. Thinking about it makes me smile. Super. &lt;b&gt;Thanks to EVERYONE who contributed to one of the best nights of my life! I love you, guys!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAM! ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISTA! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/justified&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-110095669525822587?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/110095669525822587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=110095669525822587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110095669525822587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/110095669525822587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-debut.html' title='My DEBUT'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109999730593550523</id><published>2004-11-09T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:07:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I celebrated my 18th birthday yesterday. I didn't like it. I didn't feel special and it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. It's done. I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a dinner party here at the house on Saturday and the theme is &lt;strong&gt;RETRO.&lt;/strong&gt; Gahd. &lt;em&gt;I don't have anything to wear!&lt;/em&gt; Haha. I'm planning to go shopping tomorrow at Galle with Anna and Ina if everything goes as planned. I need to buy a top! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHENG and CC! *mwah*&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109999730593550523?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109999730593550523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109999730593550523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109999730593550523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109999730593550523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/11/18th-birthday.html' title='18th Birthday'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109897891227322068</id><published>2004-10-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T17:13:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and Basketball</title><content type='html'>I've been so happy these past few days. I really don't know why. Stressed, but definitely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Perry's 18th birthday&lt;/strong&gt; last Monday. I had a meeting at Cybele's house during the afternoon, so I went straight to his house right after the meeting. I don't know why, but I actually felt a bit nervous about having dinner. Ohwell. I arrived a bit late. By the time I arrived, Mendel, Issa, Rapao, Pau, Balma, Paeng, Carla, and others were already there. I didn't eat that much, because the group already ate a lot of food during the meting. Perry got to introduce me to Drea and her friends. It was nice that I got to see a lot of people. I left early, because I was already a bit tired. I still had to do the rest of the Talaban at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PERRY!&lt;/font size&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we didn't really get to do anythig last Monday, we ended up having a meeting the next day. It was okay. We finally got to finish (Thanks to Steph!) the paper. I just hope we get a high grade. Gahd. We really worked hard for that paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Christa's house yesterday. We had our grad pics taken at the studio. It was really fun! Super. The people who were fixing us up were really nice. Super funny. I couldn't stop laughing. I actually *gasp* felt pretty. Haha. I just hope the grad pics look nice. I had my hair curled (only at the lower part!) for the formal one. Then, for the Glam shot my hair was up. It was really fun! I couldn't stop laughing. The weird thing is that I kept on laughing, but I couldn't smile for the camera! Shit. It would be such a waste of &lt;em&gt;time and money &lt;/em&gt;if the pictures don't look nice. OR maybe, it just depends on the person. Whatever. I don't want to worry about it anymore! The important thing is, I had fun and I felt like a &lt;em&gt;princess&lt;/em&gt;! After removing all the make-up,(which, by the way, took a lot of time!) Christa and I watched 13 Going on 30! Ohmygahd. I want a Matt! He's just so cute and sweet! The movie was so nice. It's actually a refreshing change for Jannifer Garner. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I went to the Moro Lorenzo Gym at Ateneo. It was fun hanging out with the girls. The guys played basketball. I actually wanted to play, but I couldn't. Hello?!? I don't want to play around those guys. Nakakahiya. But it was fun! I had to leave early though. Overall, I think everybody had fun. It was nice. Perry was definitely surprised. Love and prayers, definitely go a long way. Right, Christa? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've been a doing a lot these past few days. The sad thing thing is, I still haven't finished my cards. Shucks. I'm in major trouble. Ohwell. I can do this! &lt;em&gt;I know I can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109897891227322068?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109897891227322068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109897891227322068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109897891227322068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109897891227322068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/10/princess-and-basketball.html' title='Princess and Basketball'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109759503789302964</id><published>2004-10-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:35:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to cry</title><content type='html'>THINGS THAT I WANT TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish research for the U.N. Day&lt;br /&gt;2. Study for the Sociology Session Test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3. Polish my report for Filipino&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat blue cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop my head from throbbing&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish ALL the IW cards&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something as a FormaCom Co-Head&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Kill&lt;/b&gt; Sir Dino&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish the Computer homework&lt;br /&gt;11. Be more competitive&lt;br /&gt;12. Remember to finish the Filipino essay&lt;br /&gt;13. Copy Physics notes&lt;br /&gt;14. Understand Physics&lt;br /&gt;15. Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT I WANT TO UNDO&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting mad at my mom&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Answering back at my mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened in the past 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;4. Dropping the egg from the top of the building&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting picked up late&lt;br /&gt;6. Having another one of those &lt;strong&gt;bratty&lt;/strong&gt; days&lt;br /&gt;7. Not doing great in the Math Session Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size =6&gt; &lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHESCA! I LOVE YA! &lt;/marquee&gt; &lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109759503789302964?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109759503789302964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109759503789302964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109759503789302964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109759503789302964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-going-to-cry.html' title='i&apos;m going to cry'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109714597600371694</id><published>2004-10-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:46:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling much better now. Somebody, please nag me to &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; drink green tea! Gahd. Why do I only drink tea when I'm sick? So, from now on, I'm going to drink green tea &lt;b&gt; every night.&lt;/b&gt; Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's October! Yeah! I feel so happy! It's almost December! I want it to be &lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt; already! I can actually feel the Christmas spirit. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. I wasn't really feeling well this morning. So, I&lt;br /&gt;didn't do anything but eat, sleep, and watch tv the whole day! I eve got to watch &lt;b&gt;Clueless&lt;/b&gt; on HBO! Ohmgosh. I feel so old. &lt;strong&gt;What were they wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Eww. I can't believe I used to love that movie. Haha. Ohwell. I was shallow before, shallow until now. Some things just don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spent the whole day watching tv and doing nothing productive, I decided to play basketball. Gahd. I sucked. It's been a long time since I last played. But I still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. I'll blog again soon. When I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109714597600371694?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109714597600371694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109714597600371694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109714597600371694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109714597600371694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-day-vacation.html' title='one day vacation'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109672055034247825</id><published>2004-10-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:35:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hello."</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a &lt;b&gt; tiring &lt;/b&gt; day. My dad woke up at (take note!) &lt;b&gt; 4 A.M. &lt;/b&gt; I took a bath, ironed my hanky (which for the first time was worth inspecting!) and fixed my paraphernalia. I arrived at Mica’s house at 5 a.m. By that time, she still wasn’t ready. So I waited for her. It was really cool seeing her prepare for school. I saw Marla and Emma sleeping. Haha. Coolness. I swear, I love the Santiago sisters! Mica and I ate breakfast together. It’s weird to see somebody so early in the morning when it’s a school day. And guess who drove me to school? Mica did! Cool, huh? I swear! Argh. How I wish I could drive! By the way, Mica’s a &lt;b&gt; great &lt;/b&gt; driver! &lt;p&gt; When we arrived at school, we helped the people with their costumes. It was easy at first, and I enjoyed painting people’s arms, but when you realize that your hands are covered with &lt;b&gt; poster paint &lt;/b&gt; and that you have &lt;b&gt; inspections &lt;/b&gt; later that day, it is NOT as fun as it used to be. I spent the whole day worrying about getting a demerit! Believe me, it’s NOT fun. Everything was so hectic. And then, we had to worry about the instruments. We had to go to the General Services to borrow an FX (SAVeh! people, remember the FX where we had our “make-out” session?!?) because it was drizzling outside. They kind of got mad because it wasn’t scheduled. Ohwell. It was hard to carry all the instruments, but we got some very nice manongs to help us. We performed at the 4th floor. It was the same place where Himig-Lahi performed 4 (?!?) years ago. What was so cool about this performance was that we got to eat breakfast at Galleria Suites! Just sharing. I don’t even remember if we got free food when Himig-Lahi performed. Hmm…I also remembered a few people after the performance, because when we passed by this old, foreign guy he   suddenly murmured “Hello.” &lt;-- the Mendel way. Yuck. Super not sexy. Eww.  Just the thought of it makes me cringe. &lt;p&gt; We didn’t really have classes after the performance. It was mainly I.W. time. But the only available card we C.L., so I spent the whole day bumming around. And then, I had CSDC in the afternoon. Guess what! I’m not the first element of the hanay anymore! Apparently, Bea S. is taller than me! I’m not forever the humanda! Yes! Just sharing. &lt;p&gt; Well, that’s it. I’ll update again soon. Oh. Guess what! My phone won’t charge and it doesn’t want to turn on. Gahd. I want a new phone. Hmph. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109672055034247825?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109672055034247825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109672055034247825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109672055034247825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109672055034247825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/10/hello.html' title='&quot;hello.&quot;'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109418228089134589</id><published>2004-09-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:31:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be FREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt; &lt;font size =" 12"&gt; BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICA, JOSIE, BINGO, DARYL, AND PAREL! &lt;/font size&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a &lt;b&gt; long &lt;/b&gt; time since I last blogged. A lot of things have happened since I last blogged. I'm grounded. For no apparent reason, mind you. Apparently, my mom thinks that the Execom evaluation meeting that happened two weeks ago was a gimmick. Hello? What am I supposed to do at a &lt;b&gt; CHURCH &lt;/b&gt; on a &lt;b&gt; SATURDAY &lt;/b&gt; morning?!? Hmph. There was a cold war over the weekend. I wouldn't talk to my mom. Hmph. Ohwell. We're talking now, but I"m still grounded. Argh. Well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm grounded until February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109418228089134589?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109418228089134589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109418228089134589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109418228089134589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109418228089134589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-want-to-be-free.html' title='I want to be FREE!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-109007668521711666</id><published>2004-07-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:24:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare You to Move</title><content type='html'>I heard this song&amp;nbsp; recently. It's been a long time since I last heard it. I just LOVE it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dare You to Move&lt;/b&gt; - Switchfoot&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s here&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s here&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s watching you now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;br /&gt;The tension is here&lt;br /&gt;Tension is here&lt;br /&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;br /&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-109007668521711666?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/109007668521711666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=109007668521711666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109007668521711666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/109007668521711666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/07/dare-you-to-move.html' title='Dare You to Move'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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-7372421.post-108938164393839771</id><published>2004-07-09T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:39:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bloggie</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog! Thanks, Perry! You really are VERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;MICA, YOU ROCK!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COC training started last week. It's weird. I mean, it seemed like it was only yesterday when OUR COs had to chase their SOs. I remember waiting for Mica to finish greeting her SOs during recess and lunch. I also remember the last few minutes of the last subject (Geom) would be spent by the COs to get ready for Hanay. Now? Well, I spend the last few minutes of Trig trying to prepare MYSELF for Hanay. Hai. It's weird. I actually LIKE Hanay. Coolness! It's fun, but it's a bit tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of you, Mica! Yehey! Luv ya, dear! Super. You really ARE one of the best SOs! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372421-108938164393839771?l=silverswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/feeds/108938164393839771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372421&amp;postID=108938164393839771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/108938164393839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372421/posts/default/108938164393839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverswing.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-bloggie.html' title='new bloggie'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174113942802862475</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>
