<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 04:06:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>P A S A I E N</title><description>&lt;i&gt;Nonsense is refreshing.&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-5585764333239047879</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T21:15:39.763+08:00</atom:updated><title>jack and jill</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#It's 8.30 and i'm done with Philo!&lt;/span&gt; :) and all of a sudden, i have this urge to blog here when in fact i'm supposed to be working on my Tumblarity. haha. so yes, maybe it's safe to say that i do miss blogging here. and that i super agree with everything Jeremy Bentham had to say.&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PBB's overrated. &lt;/span&gt;sorry for hurting your feelings, lean. but i'm still gonna watch it anyway to see if Kuya'll go all OA again in dealing w/ his housemates.&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Philo paper feels like crap. &lt;/span&gt;it doesn't seem right. haha. i know i should be happy that i finished it earlier than expected but i just can't. thinking about it all the more makes me anxious. like what if Sir M doesn't get any bit of it?&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the clock ticks nearer to sembreak! &lt;/span&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;Will tumble now. bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-5585764333239047879?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/10/jack-and-jill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-4845003943179054313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T18:59:01.442+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Just like how bianca said goodbye to her blog before she entered the PBB house,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pay my last respects to mine today. (obviously, for an entirely different reason haha)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Tumbling for a while (and it might be a reallyyy long while so don't expect any updates from me anytime soon. haha).&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you, blog.&lt;br /&gt;Love, me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-4845003943179054313?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-how-bianca-bid-goodbye-to-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3437088224768979428</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T21:18:41.215+08:00</atom:updated><title>sour grapes</title><description>And those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; did it again last night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not liking this at all.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday, people. :)&lt;br /&gt;'Hi Aien' was all it took to snap me out of reality AGAIN. i don't find it comforting, really.&lt;br /&gt;And please, can we all stop being bitter? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3437088224768979428?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/09/sour-grapes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-7128393540138724253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T09:36:17.658+08:00</atom:updated><title>fcuk you very very much LSS</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to 99 red balloons to pass time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at school by now, covering that volleyball game Toto told me to do. but this heavy downpour of rain dampens my Orlando spirit. haha so i might start supporting the team later this afternoon. how's that for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FS/full support&lt;/span&gt;? :))&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i seriouslyyyyy cannot believe i'm falling&lt;/span&gt;. i knew it. i shouldn't have stared too long at those pair of eyes. wtf. :/this is what happens when i see owl eyes. okay, i think i should stop and reserve the rest of the tiny details for my burnbook. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay, it's BD's fiesta today. and i haven't asked the parents if i could go there. for sure, they'd disapprove so i spared the chance of being lectured by my mom on the cons of sleeping over at a friend's house by not bringing up the topic at all. period.&lt;br /&gt;Darnit, it's still raining. i better go find some other productive thing to do now. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-7128393540138724253?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening-to-99-red-balloons-to-pass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-2237980522641802120</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T15:48:06.049+08:00</atom:updated><title>bubblewrap</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt; jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SqIRC3xwgsI/AAAAAAAAASc/YxZA1CYQgks/s1600-h/kf9vBxISYp2i1nzbvqMbvBquo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SqIRC3xwgsI/AAAAAAAAASc/YxZA1CYQgks/s200/kf9vBxISYp2i1nzbvqMbvBquo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377879646063854274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love holidays. but sometimes, long weekends get a little bit tiring. especially when the Net's all i have to cheer me up. seriously, i think i have no life now. all i ever do is stare in front of the computer screen and type away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, no more mention of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obs&lt;/span&gt; here. HA. :) bye Obs, see you in my burnbook.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i've made my very own burnbook. HAHAHA. and you'd have to kill me before i let you read it. don't worry, i didn't say anything really, really mean about you Martin...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for the meantime. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe when Dodong said he has PLURK. &amp;amp; all of a sudden, Rasel began to look confused. and she was all like, 'flirt.com'? =))=))=)) that was the best-est. but anyway, let's go back to Dodong's story. yes Lean, he has plurk. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blushes&lt;/span&gt;* but plurk keeps on insisting that his username doesn't exist. so maybe Dodong's just making up stories for us to have something to talk about. hahaha :DD&lt;br /&gt;So we have one day for OPD duty. great, just great. :) [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no sarcasm here, really&lt;/span&gt;] i hope we don't have to devote two more days for make up. I HOPE. and i finished my journal reading for Ma'am J today. hahaha i really don't know what has gotten into me. i just did. so now i only have to worry about my report and how to do Leopold's. haha it pays to be productive :)&lt;br /&gt;Fun Days next week. :) can't believe i'm still not passionate about it. lol. but, for a change, i think i might watch all the events and cheer for my batch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry &gt;.&lt; thinking of the Fun Days reminds me of the food stalls that they'd probably put up in school next week. or will they be there for the U Week? i really dont care. i need to eat cheeseburgers :( &amp;amp; Heaven's Torte! :(&lt;br /&gt;I think i have to go. as in now. i've been here since 1pm wasting my time on nonsense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-2237980522641802120?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/09/bubblewrap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SqIRC3xwgsI/AAAAAAAAASc/YxZA1CYQgks/s72-c/kf9vBxISYp2i1nzbvqMbvBquo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-4625509477144433887</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T22:17:20.664+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is such an emotional place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and today was such an emotional day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, tak-an mn ko cmu. :/&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toto's cool after all.&lt;/span&gt; :) i wasn't expecting that Booker T joke at all. hahaha, but that definitely capped my day.&lt;br /&gt;2. And now the world's ganging up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Another entry cut short. hahaha, where did my vocabulary go? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-4625509477144433887?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-is-such-emotional-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-6965128350563534969</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T14:45:37.764+08:00</atom:updated><title>Farmville</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST WATCH 500 DAYS OF SUMMER AND POST GRAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, i swear not to buy baked mac. or cerealicious. or any finger food that tastes so bad without gravy or ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the fllick list i made months ago and i kinda feel bad for not watching any of the movies i wrote there. haha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nsg's taking up most of my precious time &amp;amp;&amp;amp; money &lt;/span&gt;darnit.&lt;br /&gt;i. Nursery duty starts tomorrow! can't wait to get my hands on an actual crying and cooing baby. :) God knows how much i love cuddling neonates. haha and i seriously thank Him for pm shifts. i'd die if i have to endure another week of duty from 11pm-7am. so the only thing that's bothering me now is my bandage scissors w/c Jestoni has not yet returned. :-ss will i be getting a warning slip for that?&lt;br /&gt;ii. i sort of have this feeling that, while i'm upstairs  right now typing nonsense in my blog, my brother's in my room reading my journal. yes, because i was so stupid to leave it open on my desk. hahaha so yeah, he has probably read some of the deepest, darkest secrets i've written there by now. hahaha. but wtvr. i know a whole lot of his secrets w/c i can use to blackmail him anyway. :D the world is truly fair, kids.&lt;br /&gt;iii.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lean just officially broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, sort of)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; no, it's not coz of Dodong. he has already broken my heart waaaay too much since our first ever Lifeline meeting when he kept on talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the girl&lt;/span&gt;. anywaaay, L told me 500 Days of Summer might not be shown here. :(( okay, i am seriously shifting my mood right now. i am very disappointed. and, like Martin, depressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-6965128350563534969?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/farmville.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-7178803525415881635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T23:29:54.124+08:00</atom:updated><title>youtube</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yudi, friendly xa.&lt;/span&gt; :))))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't assume, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;people.&lt;/span&gt; it's not who you think.&lt;br /&gt;Martin's depressed. awww. cheer up bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;I terribly miss the Sims. &amp;amp; this has something to do w/ the Fb quiz Ye took.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i think im definitely not living a healthy life. i have to wake up really early tomorrow for our morning jog but i can't seem to gather enough strength to stay away from the Net. darnit. plus, my mom thought i was only joking when i told her i'd go for a jog at Sports tomorrow. so am i really that not convincing na? saaaaad. haha&lt;br /&gt;A: ma, aga pko gle bwas. ma jogging kmi mga 6.&lt;br /&gt;M: ok ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*after a few hours*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: may klase ka bwas?&lt;br /&gt;A: wla, ma jogging kmi gni sa sports.&lt;br /&gt;M: HA? ay Dyosko, seryoso ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks, Mom.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now though. i have a feeling that i won't be able to wake up tomorrow in time to get some morning sunshine. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-7178803525415881635?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/youtube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-6165130282844079972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T18:19:15.579+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="maincontent" class="maincenter" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took a drug test would you pass it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w/ flying colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hug, i guess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you rode in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my DR groupmates, CI's, and Doctor's people. haha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many myspace accounts do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nonexistent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first thought this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will we still have any delivery before we leave?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or did you like school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do finally. hahaha :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uber rich hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about to become uber rich? :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you were with right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obviouslyyy, friends. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had one whole day to yourself, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep, play pet society, host a movie marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can say that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing really. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes and it's all because of katorse =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i might watch Up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were you the saddest in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hs graduation. jk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own more than one cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use eBay to buy or sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insensitive people. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha ang dw joke nga kanta ni bibs :)) good times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sang in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes *blushes* haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What songs make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirty icecream, and AAAAAHHH beyonce! :D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to listen to before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;songs haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your iPod have in it right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eheads mostly. wee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone and were too scared to tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost always? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-6165130282844079972?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-woke-you-up-this-morning-ely-if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-4632807336709685460</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T17:27:35.825+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE ARE FINALLY DONE WITH DR.&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SpTy52ddEFI/AAAAAAAAASU/qLhsok0EBaY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SpTy52ddEFI/AAAAAAAAASU/qLhsok0EBaY/s200/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374187331045363794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; the photo above has absolutely got nothing to do with DR. it's just that&lt;/span&gt; ... :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywaaay,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i love Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt; so far. the only thing i hate about today particularly was that mean guard who blocked my way just because i was wearing slippers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puhlease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Up! and i think i might do that on Saturday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am not gonna skip any  of my classes tomorrow SWEAR. &lt;/span&gt;even if it means having to endure Kagaw's endless blabber about her fellow kagaws and to do that report for Philo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Facebook is seriously taking up all of my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i think im gonna miss DR. :(&lt;br /&gt;Shit i sosososooo love Beyonce! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-4632807336709685460?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-finally-done-with-dr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SpTy52ddEFI/AAAAAAAAASU/qLhsok0EBaY/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-4656761656923497920</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T11:04:42.658+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not in the mood to finish my journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even in the mood to go downstairs and get the load cp to load martin's number. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry for the delay, bitch.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do at this moment is to bombard my Fb page with quizzes and meet Ina Garten in person if that's possible. :/&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's gonna be our last DR graveyard shift! Weeeeee. :)) i couldn't contain my happiness. FINALLY, i'll get to see other people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that i'm having an issue w/ my groupmates or anything. &lt;/span&gt;and yaaays, i'll get to see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt; w/c i have missed for so long btw. :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So i realized we're busted come thursday. our microbio video is not even half done. &amp;amp; i have this feeling that if we don't find a way to pass one, im definitely having a 2.25 grade or something close to that. w/c is a sad thing. :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay im stopping. will hit the sack for a while. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-4656761656923497920?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-in-mood-to-finish-my-journal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-5682929425168089810</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T19:51:15.772+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time tomorrow, i'll definitely be freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't wait for DR to be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss working with other people.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side,&lt;br /&gt;i finally know what to do w/ the progress of labor. &amp;amp; im definitely half done writing the visuals for our case pre tomorrow night. so yes, while the rest of the world (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exaggerating here)&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping, we will be giving our brains some work out. God i think i need to bring chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;My healthy living started two days ago. and i'm proud to say i'm religiously keeping track of it. :) that means yes to soup, double yes to veggie-laden plates, and no to oily foods w/ the occasional  nodding of my head to chips. it's sad but i really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to do it. i can't afford to puke on duty.&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm gonna make jogging a weekend habit. haha :)) and i'll be making sure not to wear Vans the next time we spontaneously go to Sports Complex.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-5682929425168089810?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-time-tomorrow-ill-definitely-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3837429218847158257</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T22:53:12.480+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, i'll stop with the one-liners.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Happy has a point. a text he sent me today hit me because i know he's so right. thanks, Haps. i needed that.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really need to hear Mass :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as innnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that thing Happy told me... i'll try to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't care if you act different. in fact, i won't try to care ever. i know things change so it's not really a surprise when people do too. and if you think i changed, okay. i won't bother explaining things to you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we don't have time&lt;/span&gt;, remember?&lt;br /&gt;Pshhh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people and their ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtvr. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3837429218847158257?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-ill-stop-with-one-liners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3249743519271959530</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T22:37:31.575+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Hay naku. do or say whatever suits you okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3249743519271959530?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-naku.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-5038185519484490630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T22:36:11.731+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Shucks i super miss high school. but that doesn't mean i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-5038185519484490630?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/shucks-i-super-miss-high-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-2430928927251178160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T22:35:12.613+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>You act different. i don't know you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-2430928927251178160?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-act-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-5393321364356875099</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T15:18:28.535+08:00</atom:updated><title>don't eat dirty icecream</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoZZStQDh6I/AAAAAAAAASM/wHchOgHX47Q/s1600-h/lady-gaga-paris-hilton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoZZStQDh6I/AAAAAAAAASM/wHchOgHX47Q/s200/lady-gaga-paris-hilton1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370077783605348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So they really are bestfriends. haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there blog,&lt;br /&gt;so the world's been treating me right so far just so you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, im still not over dairy-based thingies. and Lady Gaga's taking up most of my time these days.&lt;br /&gt;Watched G.I. Joe last Wednesday w/ Ren. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaaaahh!&lt;/span&gt; Channing Tatum makes nanomites look cooool :)) but no, Sienna. i'm not rooting for your loveteam. Amanda still gets my vote.&lt;br /&gt;And we're done w/ this week's ReDem. i give myself three pats in the back for that. :))&lt;br /&gt;My DR duty starts tomorrow. and i don't understand why my stomach doesn't do the usual somersault it does days before RLE. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, it isn't the same somersault i feel whenever i see Obs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay, enough Nsg talk.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's movie marathon night! :D:D:D i can't believe i actually found time to do it w/ cousins. so while Martin gets stuck.. no, scratch that. while Martin will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; Sensi in San Joaquin later, i'll be at my gramps' place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;living the good life&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i can't believe he's cracking me up&lt;/span&gt;. :))) it's not who you think Mart. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two days ago, i marked my calendar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we only have 16 meetings left w/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kagaw Queen&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;yaaaay! this makes me super happy really, like i've never been this happy since that particular Christmas when i thought Santa really did give me a present. so i know it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loooong &lt;/span&gt;way still but i can't wait for that 16th day to end. :)&lt;br /&gt;Enough microorganism talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-5393321364356875099?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-eat-dirty-icecream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoZZStQDh6I/AAAAAAAAASM/wHchOgHX47Q/s72-c/lady-gaga-paris-hilton1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3724674228268575620</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T19:00:43.401+08:00</atom:updated><title>i tag you</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoFEiq-3tPI/AAAAAAAAASE/9fmVuwUUFTE/s1600-h/mosaicea5f96e3b01e8b6c16db34c1bed18adbbc76265c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoFEiq-3tPI/AAAAAAAAASE/9fmVuwUUFTE/s200/mosaicea5f96e3b01e8b6c16db34c1bed18adbbc76265c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368647593246569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i've finally decided not to attend Sensi. well, i partly made the decision and my parents had the last say so weee.&lt;br /&gt;ReDems have been nothing but a box of surprises so far. i can't believe i breezed through medications even if i felt super guilty every time vincent moaned in pain. it was probably due to the fact that we fell under a very, very kind CI. :) and my IM shot still hurts til now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, luckily, i did okay in asepsis! :) weee. so the only thing i have to worry about now is TSB. but since i have no plans of worrying about it til later and martin's still asking for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expertise &lt;/span&gt;on asepsis,  i'll keep on tagging people first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Lady Gaga's here. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3724674228268575620?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tag-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bcc1VEZ8fKA/SoFEiq-3tPI/AAAAAAAAASE/9fmVuwUUFTE/s72-c/mosaicea5f96e3b01e8b6c16db34c1bed18adbbc76265c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3069513251719440668</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T20:25:40.828+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tumblr</title><description>Wency: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aien, ano ang LPU mn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aien: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha? &lt;/span&gt;(while busy chatting w/ Panda abt PA obviouslyyy. what else would keep me busy? lol) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Low Power Unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wency: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kay yog. kay-uha bla. ang sa text ya bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aien: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaah. low pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)):)):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, im chatting w/ panda still. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aien: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, amu ni ang ascorbic acid gle hu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aien: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te panu ta ni paimnon? kutsara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs as in super laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aien: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay shet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, i was dumbo the whole day. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3069513251719440668?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-7032175256258749588</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T08:45:24.941+08:00</atom:updated><title>99 red balloons</title><description>LSS. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You and i, and a little toy shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i can't fully rejoice right now. post tests and midterm exams are all in queue and that line is absolutely scaring me like :-ss.&lt;br /&gt;And what's with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; plurk about not drinking and smoking in the last 24 hours? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August starts tomorrow and i really, really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; promise to start saving. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aaah,&lt;/span&gt; the thought of reconciling with money makes me the happiest girl everr. hahaha :)) jk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-7032175256258749588?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/99-red-balloons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-1579011449809760336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T19:39:28.087+08:00</atom:updated><title>if i were lactose intolerant,</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And again, my mind goes blank. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, i do have something in mind but im not quite ready to say it out loud YET. i know a pair of very, very watchful eyes is carefully reading everything i put here. and it's not just a feeling (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz Martin might probably do his usual 'feeler' look. haha&lt;/span&gt;). :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anywaaay, a part of me is feeling guilty because i chose Fun Days over Bd's fiesta. haha. but another part is telling me that it's okay. hahaha :)) but seriously, i'd really want to go FunDay-ing. or else i'd continue looking like a fool nodding in agreement to what my batchmates say like how i used to last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: cno na xa mn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;L: ang nag declame toh bla sa fun days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: ah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:/ see? that's totally not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ii. So while i was happily (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; greedily&lt;/span&gt;) eating a cheesecake this afternoon, i realized that if i were lactose intolerant instead, i would probably be rich by now. my past experiences tell me that my life almost revolved (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and continues to revolve&lt;/span&gt;) around dairy-based products. and that's sad especially coz most of my allowance goes there. :(( so now i'm trying to move on from that dairy phase so please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coop &amp;amp; stalls outside Coop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;help me! &lt;/span&gt;i need to not buy from you starting tomorrow. i badly need to save right now for something (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;iii. And now my notes are telling me to study. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-1579011449809760336?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-lactose-intolerant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-3427703044047673290</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T22:08:50.795+08:00</atom:updated><title>Where's my pot of gold?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After viewing my blog and comparing it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; else's blog, i now come to the conclusion that my blog is a very, very sad blog. and it's a very redundant one as well. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;As a way of recuperating, i've decided to write an entry before i go to sleep tonight. and what i just said doesn't make sense i know but im pretty sure i made my point about nonsense being refreshing ages ago. so here i go ago with my usual blabber. :((&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been a blessing. :) i almost forgot how it's like to stay up late on Friday nights and wake up not earlier than 10 the next morning. wee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's a sad fact that Ateneo lost to UP today. and it's sadder that i didn't get to watch the game because we all got hooked on Aira's scary story while eating spaghetti this afternoon. and now i don't even want to sleep along tonight. and the saddest part of it all is that my brothers don't want me to sleep in their room tonight. maybe i'll try sleeping w/ the 'rents tonight. oh God i feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;'Kay. moving on. intensive lecture starts tomorrow. i sort of miss staying in school instead of CHN-ing so i think i can keep up with it for a day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. :)) not for the lecture obviously. but because 1) Ye and Xiao are both coming home next weekend 2) Bd and i made a mission for this week and it involves something very, very important. haha 3) the end of the month's nearing w/c means i won't be bankrupt for too long. yay!&lt;br /&gt;So after reading that last line, you might think im a money-hungry freak. well, that's partly true. i am. hahaha :)) i don't entirely agree that money makes the world go round but it's a necessity especially on weekends when people start gm-ing you to hang out and when you feel all dramatic and decide that anywhere's better than home. trust me, i know how that feels. and it's not good. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-3427703044047673290?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-viewing-my-blog-and-comparing-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-7044563027663287654</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T19:42:19.854+08:00</atom:updated><title>:):):)</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A/L: &lt;em&gt;May filmviewing kmi cya sbng Sir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sir O: &lt;em&gt;Filmviewing? grabe ba. may 150 xa kda oras nga ma filmviewing lng? ubrahon k mn na bla sa sunod.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God it's Friday!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i bring myself close to tears as i say that. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anywaaaay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was actually in the mood to blog minutes ago. but people started pm-ing me putting this entry sort of on hold for a while. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K. done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think i might have dysmenorrhea at this very moment and i know that sucks. and it even sucks 10 more times because i cant laugh out loud coz if i do, i might end up with a more aching pus-on. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Class-free day tomorrow! :)) but it's sad that it has to fall on a weekend when im very much bankrupt (again!). so now im wishing for a miracle like cousins who'd decide to show up later and libre us or maybe Obs finally calling it quits (w/ B, of course). haha that would definitely brighten up my already-bright weekend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't understand why i never got excited since HP7's first day in theaters. it's a bit different from how i used to act back in high school. does this mean im finally outgrowing that Potter fan stage? :) or maybe my hormones are telling me not to get too hyped up because of the financial crisis im currently undergoing. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously dwarves, i'd rather go on a roadtrip than on a night out because i am very much positive that &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; are gonna be there when we do the latter. and thats not really a fancy thought. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, girl. i added you somewhere. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-7044563027663287654?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-4185822416222458960</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T19:38:30.253+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of missing shirts and molo balls</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day wouldve been 27x better if we Amazing Race-d instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if it didnt take us thaaaaat long to finish the open forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But wtvr, what's done is done so here we go again, Pescar food. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of a sudden, i hate Thursdays. and im not gonna explain this further just coz i dont want to have my blog infested with kagaw-related terms so okay, im stopping right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant believe CHN's over. K. that's all. haha. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-4185822416222458960?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-missing-shirts-and-molo-balls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124953836333622764.post-2253836085365370636</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T18:49:52.336+08:00</atom:updated><title>Lalala</title><description>Hello, blog. i missed you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124953836333622764-2253836085365370636?l=pasaien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pasaien.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalala.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aien)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>