<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323</id><updated>2009-10-13T12:35:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My story, my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-7101444836752998619</id><published>2008-01-12T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:59:00.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put my url back.</title><content type='html'>BUT, I have my new blog ee. Go here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwantcandies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://iwantcandies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long while hiatus, I updated again. Happy new year, btw. I won't use this blog anymore. Go directly to my new one, alright? See you there! Please do tag. T H A N K S. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-7101444836752998619?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7101444836752998619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=7101444836752998619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7101444836752998619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7101444836752998619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2008/01/put-my-url-back.html' title='Put my url back.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-1664239086295214678</id><published>2007-10-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:46:00.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>It's sad to say but, I'm gonna have a break muna. I won't leave &lt;em&gt;blogging,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Blogger.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm attached na kaya. It's part of my life na. Hehe. It's just that, I need a break lang talaga. I'm not busy naman kasi it's sembreak right now. But, 1 week na lang and I'll be busy again. Well then, I'm excited to be busy naman. Haha. Whatever. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RyN3wL3uTcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zag_UEy3Kzg/s1600-h/collagePNG.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126072470581693890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RyN3wL3uTcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zag_UEy3Kzg/s320/collagePNG.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, Nag-bblog na ako sa Multiply. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-1664239086295214678?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1664239086295214678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=1664239086295214678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/1664239086295214678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/1664239086295214678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RyN3wL3uTcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zag_UEy3Kzg/s72-c/collagePNG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-4099781140977140546</id><published>2007-10-22T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:49:38.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Semester</title><content type='html'>I have my schedule na for the next sem. :D :D Sad lang is, I ain't with my &lt;strong&gt;Chakass&lt;/strong&gt; (except for Kathy) anymore. Hindi ko na sila blockmate. :[ Chakass is our group kasi. Wanna know how did this group start? And where the hell the name was taken? Hahaha! Si Rhea kasi, it's her expression to say, &lt;em&gt;"Ang chaka!", &lt;/em&gt;everytime she sees something strange or something that amazed her and whatsoever. And, we'd all laugh naman when she started saying those words. :D So, since then, we called ourselves, &lt;strong&gt;Chaka&lt;/strong&gt; na. Hahaha! I just added the word, &lt;em&gt;-ass&lt;/em&gt; to make the group name sounds funnier. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll go to school for enrollment. [[: I'm excited. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-4099781140977140546?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4099781140977140546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=4099781140977140546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4099781140977140546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4099781140977140546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-semester.html' title='Second Semester'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-3479641319573681326</id><published>2007-10-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:45:08.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout (:</title><content type='html'>Yay! I've changed my layout, finally. :D :D I feel so accomplished right now. Well, seriously. I even forgot about coding and still needed to edit the code a couple of  times. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Im'ma blog at Multiply muna. So, seeyah there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://jamxix.multiply.com/"&gt;http://jamxix.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I won't leave Blogger (til I've decided to). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PP.S.&lt;/strong&gt; So, yea, I lost my phone. The one that I'm blogging here 2 and a half months ago. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-3479641319573681326?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3479641319573681326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=3479641319573681326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3479641319573681326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3479641319573681326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-layout.html' title='New layout (:'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-2490404757749256524</id><published>2007-10-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:54:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaaaah!</title><content type='html'>After a couple of weeks and days, I've updated finally. Geeee. Been busy and will be busier this coming week. We still have lotsa projects and requirements for the finals (next week). So, I guess, no update muna. How've you been, sissies? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Ang dami nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/21.&lt;/strong&gt; Bonding with Kathy, Rhona, Rhea, and Aj. OMFG. I had drinking session with them at Aj's dorm. Haha. Ang saya. Super kukulit namin. And, we had this funny "video" of us laughing. May "tama" na kami dun. I still laugh whenever I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/22.&lt;/strong&gt; Hazelle's cousin's wedding. Rachel and I went to their house (the reception was held there). We were not really invited. We just want to see one another that's why we came. Ayun. Had so much fun. Na-miss ko silang dalawa. And because, wedding yun, may cater, kainan na rin kami. Haha! Saya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/26.&lt;/strong&gt; The final match. The last battle against SBC. Unfortunately, we lost. But, in our hearts, we won. We're always the champion. One faith, one team. Arriba, Letran! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/04.&lt;/strong&gt; Met up with some of 4Galacia and celebrated our former adviser's birthday. I had fun. And, inaasar nila ko dun sa isa naming classmate dati (I won't mention his name). Ako naman, &lt;em&gt;kilig.&lt;/em&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot more events and happenings. I just couldn't remember all of them. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Be realistic. Let go of the pride. - Sir RJ, NSTP professor&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-2490404757749256524?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2490404757749256524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=2490404757749256524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/2490404757749256524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/2490404757749256524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/10/waaaaaah.html' title='Waaaaaah!'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-9013849358195467310</id><published>2007-09-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:19:41.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies so fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RuKtNOp2K8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/L5lFddVpnk4/s1600-h/08292007506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107835370175081410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RuKtNOp2K8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/L5lFddVpnk4/s320/08292007506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to miss these girls. ACT1B as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st semester is soon to end. A month to go then shoot, SEMBREAK na. Haha. Ohwell. Seriously. I'm starting to feel the nervous I was feeling before when school was about to start; &lt;strong&gt;No friends yet.&lt;/strong&gt; Because by next term, we will going to be irregular students. Ugh. New set of classmates, a new batch of teachers and subjects. If we want to be classmates, then we have to enroll, online, at same day and time. Well, it's quite hard though. &lt;em&gt;Kailangan talaga sabay-sabay?&lt;/em&gt; Wth. So, I'm not expecting na magiging classmates ko pa sila. And yea, Rhea will shift course yata. I was planning to shift also, unfortunately, my dad didn't allow me. Sucker. I wanna transfer to UST sana then take up PT or HRM or any. But gah. Never mind. I'll just continue IT. Pssssfht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Me and my bestfriend are okay now. Yay! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PP.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't find time in making my own layout na. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPP.S.&lt;/strong&gt; So, really, he didn't text anymore. Him and the girl; the second gf, I guess, had a get back together thing. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-9013849358195467310?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/9013849358195467310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=9013849358195467310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9013849358195467310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9013849358195467310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies-so-fast.html' title='Time flies so fast.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RuKtNOp2K8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/L5lFddVpnk4/s72-c/08292007506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-4106138258680587942</id><published>2007-09-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:16:20.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends or pretenders?</title><content type='html'>Ohwell. My so-called "bestfriend" and I had this conflict. It was already a couple of days ago. But until now, I guess, it's still not yet fix. We actually had a "fight" or &lt;em&gt;sagutan&lt;/em&gt; thing through SMS. She started it on the first place! Why did I say so? Simply because she kept on sending those GMs (Group Messages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mga taong kesyo puro ganito pero pag niyaya mo, hindi naman matutuloy. Mga taong itetext ka lang pag wala si bf. Haaay nako, buhay nga naman. -- Bff&lt;/blockquote&gt;And alot more. I just deleted all of them. I really had a plan of texting her before I received GMs, but she was not texting, so I thought she had no load, which was true, therefore she wouldn't be able to reply to my texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shoot. That happened na. GMs from her. It's really irritating when someone make &lt;strong&gt;pa-rinig &lt;/strong&gt;or&lt;strong&gt; papansin&lt;/strong&gt; to you. Why don't go talk to us straight to the point, right? And infront of us, face to face, say their hatreds and or anger. Diba, diba? Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. The real story kasi was, we were going to have this meet up sana. Unfortunately, hindi natuloy. Kasi, it was friday then, my last day of Midterm exam, 10AM and I was done already. She texted and said that her class will end up at 4PM pa (she is studying in different school). So, I asked her kung tuloy pa yung meet up. She didn't reply. Maybe she had class then, but she really didn't textback na. So, I thought, the meet up was posponed na. The heck people, imagine, I was already out at 10AM? Siya, 4PM pa? What was I gonna do? Wait for her till her classes end? Like, wtf. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Hazelle and Julieann early that day to come with us to that meet up, and unfortunately they couldn't make it. Because Hazelle's class will end at 5PM pa and Julieann has another &lt;em&gt;lakad&lt;/em&gt; too. So obviously, I had to go home at an early time. &lt;u&gt;No meet up already&lt;/u&gt;. Then, Julieann texted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jam! If you want, puntahan mo 'ko dito sa UE, hintayin natin si Ishael, pupunta kasi kami sa CCC (former school) with Blaze. -- Julieann&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since, the meet up with my bestfriend was postponed (possibly), I agreed. There, I went to UE and had to meet Julieann and Ishael. Then, Blaze texted to Julieann saying that their &lt;em&gt;lakad&lt;/em&gt; had to be postponed (also) because she is going to have her final exams tomorrow. And yea, it was like, &lt;strong&gt;all the plans and meet ups had to be postponed that day.&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, around past 12NN already, I was at UE, We three (Julie, Ishael, and I) decided to go malling na lang. Ayun, we went to the mall and watched &lt;strong&gt;Hairspray.&lt;/strong&gt; OHMYGOLLY. Zac Efron was so hott in that movie. He was so charming and, oh how I loved his eyes! ;D Ohwell. Back to topic. After watching Hairspray, time passed, bonding, and went home na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT WAS THE STORY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend saw our picture (the three of us during the movie) in my Friendster. There, she commented (but she deleted it already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aba! Ako ang nagyaya, ako ang hindi nakasama. Ayos rin ah! -- Bff&lt;/blockquote&gt;And it sounds so angry. Maybe, that was the time when her blood started boiling onto me. Haha. Serious. Two days after the comment thing, she texted na. Ayun na nga yung mga GMs niya. Well, nagparinig siya and all. Ako naman, I wanted to apologize to the meet up that was postponed. But the heck, she was like, &lt;em&gt;"Ay! Nag-react!?"&lt;/em&gt; Nag-react daw ako sa mga GMs niya. Kesyo, I was guilty raw!? Siyempre, sumagot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please don't pretend na it wasn't me whom you are referring to your GMs. -- Me&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then ayun, I got my patience so short na. And started saying mean words. She did likewise. And fight-like na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I thought it was already fixed. BUT, she was like pretending lang. She was so like the &lt;strong&gt;PLASTIC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh Jamydear, don't be affected with my GMs, It's not my fault if you're guilty and it's not my problem. Ang pikon, talo! Miss you sis, tc. -- Bff (not the exact line but the words are hers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FCUK&lt;/strong&gt; right? Her words were all &lt;u&gt;plastics&lt;/u&gt;. I know it. I know her way of texting. And that time, it was really not normal. It was really different. Imagine after saying those mean words, she still had the guts to tell, &lt;strong&gt;MISS YOU SIS, TC.&lt;/strong&gt; wtf? x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until now. It's not yet fix. We're not yet okay. Nagkaroon na kami ng GAP. And it's sad. She's my bestfriend. And I love her. I dunno how will am I gonna fix it if she's not interested and doesn't want to admit that she's angry (or had &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt;) to me. She keeps on pretending that those GMs are not for me. It's sad. Why don't tell it to me that she's mad when it's already obvious? Ugh. I don't get her point. I dunno if this is going to be fixed either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-4106138258680587942?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4106138258680587942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=4106138258680587942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4106138258680587942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4106138258680587942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/09/bestfriends-or-pretenders.html' title='Bestfriends or pretenders?'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-7400566817126076873</id><published>2007-08-28T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:12:10.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After all that has been done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RtQLcep2K5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BEJ4n0JjaD0/s1600-h/handholdingck74tx.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103716861610437522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RtQLcep2K5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BEJ4n0JjaD0/s200/handholdingck74tx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't worry, hindi ako lumalayo. Ghost mode muna ako for now. -- Him&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;He never texted again. No calls nor words from him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He suddenly left me. I hate how he treated me. I hate how he made me feel what I am for him. I hate all the things he did to make me happy. I hate all the memories we've shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HATE HIM!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-7400566817126076873?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7400566817126076873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=7400566817126076873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7400566817126076873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7400566817126076873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-all-that-has-been-done.html' title='After all that has been done.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RtQLcep2K5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BEJ4n0JjaD0/s72-c/handholdingck74tx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5915827767463708639</id><published>2007-08-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:01:25.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not enought to just dream, fulfill it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RsiB5-p2KzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LQZ_CRW3dfM/s1600-h/asteeg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100469411068128050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RsiB5-p2KzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LQZ_CRW3dfM/s400/asteeg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this image on Friendster. Andyea, I stole it from somebody. Haha. I dunno if he really is the guy on that pic. Uhm, I guess not. Haha. I got attracted on its effect, that's why. Please understand. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I really, really, really wanna learn &lt;em&gt;Photography.&lt;/em&gt; I wanna be a &lt;strong&gt;photographer&lt;/strong&gt; someday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days no classes. No exams too (moved)! Yay for that. But, &lt;strong&gt;not yay&lt;/strong&gt; for not having my daily allowance. Too bad e? Ohwell. I'm so into QUOTES, really. :) Nakakatuwa kasi e. Kaya I'm like, "I have to reload my account kasi I have to forward and exchange quotes to everybody." ;)) Fun, fun, fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually not in the mood for blogging. Kaya, super crap ng pinagsasabi ko. Hehe. Para kasing blanko yung utak ko e. Wala kong maisip. SIYA lang kasi naiisip ko. Hahaha! LOSER talaga. toink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ HS Musical 2 Premiere on &lt;strong&gt;September 9.&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5915827767463708639?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5915827767463708639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5915827767463708639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5915827767463708639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5915827767463708639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-not-enought-to-just-dream-fulfill.html' title='It&apos;s not enought to just dream, fulfill it.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RsiB5-p2KzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LQZ_CRW3dfM/s72-c/asteeg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5177208969741929539</id><published>2007-08-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:43:49.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we too late, Am I too soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Like a shooting star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are we too late am I too soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make it through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've gone too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will you ever be my star?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Shooting Star, Hale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. No class today. I'm just bored. It is announced that there'll still be no class tomorrow. Arrrrgh. Hate it. I want to go to school. I still have alot of things to do there. As in, &lt;strong&gt;a lot &lt;/strong&gt;of things. Hmf. All that I did today was to text people. And yea, surf the net. Super boredom. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him are now having this &lt;em&gt;coldness&lt;/em&gt; towards each other (haha! parang kami lang e no?). Hindi na kami magkaintindihan ngayon. And I don't think we're okay right now. We still have this &lt;strong&gt;tampuhan/away/hindi pagkakaintindihan.&lt;/strong&gt; Get what I mean? *Sigh* Ang hirap! Para kasing "kami" pa rin e. I suffer until now (even though we're not together anymore). Ayoko na! Tama na yung nangyari before. OHMYGOLLYNESS. Super labo na ng mga pinagsasabi ko. No one will understand my situation and my feelings. Napaka-labo talaga. Gusto ko magalit sa kanya pero I can't. Hindi ko siya matiis. Whenever I'm mad at him, isang text lang niya, then I'm okay na. Ganun lang kabilis! Loser talaga 'ko kahit kailan. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. I'M SO FRUSTRATED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. &lt;em&gt;Paki-batukan nga ako?&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme share you this text message from a friend of mine;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was a little kid, I fell from a tree, but I managed to hold on to a branch. I was up there for a long time and waited. The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears. Then, I fell. I couldn't remember what happened when I hit the ground. All I could remember was the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agony&lt;/strong&gt; of holding on&lt;/u&gt; and the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful feeling&lt;/strong&gt; of letting go&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5177208969741929539?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5177208969741929539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5177208969741929539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5177208969741929539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5177208969741929539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-we-too-late-am-i-too-soon.html' title='Are we too late, Am I too soon?'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-3251273820663312100</id><published>2007-08-02T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:27:37.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;&amp;amp; Him? Back together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaah. I dunno. I REALLY DON'T KNOW our status. We're just having fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Nothing serious whenever we're together. I love this thing actually. We're like &lt;strong&gt;Bestfriends?&lt;/strong&gt; We laugh out loud together, we say the corniest jokes, we're more open to each other. We share &lt;em&gt;kwentos&lt;/em&gt; and all. And I like the feeling. One thing lang, &lt;strong&gt;I'm falling all over again.&lt;/strong&gt; But not like the old feeling of mine towards him. I can control it now. I'm more mature than before na kaya. Hindi lang obvious. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094063072065561266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RrG_X-HnIrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v8RwVZs_vOI/s320/08022007669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8 - 5 -6&lt;br /&gt;August 5, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-3251273820663312100?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3251273820663312100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=3251273820663312100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3251273820663312100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3251273820663312100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/08/dealing-with-it.html' title='Dealing With It.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RrG_X-HnIrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v8RwVZs_vOI/s72-c/08022007669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-2096472025859102581</id><published>2007-07-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:01:29.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>Saturday. Weekends again. 12MN already. And I'm currently uploading music files on my IMEEM account. Geeesh. Tagal mag-upload! Err. Anyway, school's driving me insane now. Aside from the transpo, the pressure and the subjects are making me sick now. Golly. I really can't understand what the hell &lt;strong&gt;Pseudocode&lt;/strong&gt; is! Anyone? Who could teach me about Pseudocode? I need someone who can help me &lt;strong&gt;bigtime.&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rhona is taken.&lt;/u&gt; Ayeeee. Just today, 07/28. Lovelife again for her. :) While me, still confused. Well, uhm, I think I'm starting to feel "something" towards that "suitor". It's like, I'm always looking for him. When he's not around, I wanted to see him. But whenever he's there, it's like, &lt;em&gt;wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; I didn't pay much attention. Like that. Labo talaga ano? =)) Besides, I still don't know if I'm already prepared to enter this kind of thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letran Knights&lt;/strong&gt; won against San Beda's Red Lion. &lt;em&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/em&gt; :)) The game was held last Wednesday, 07/25. Score was &lt;strong&gt;70-69.&lt;/strong&gt; So yea, it was a very thrilling match, as everyone have expected. And oh, I finally met Ppau! Doon din, during the game, same day. Hehe. Pero, we weren't able to say HI nor talk to each other. Malayo kasi yung seats namin e. We just waved from a distance. Ohwell. There still next times. Atleast, we saw each other na. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; New layout. Haha. I was bored na kasi with the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS.&lt;/strong&gt; Removed some links under "People I ♥" section. Sorry. I just have to. And yea, me back to Cbox. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-2096472025859102581?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2096472025859102581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=2096472025859102581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/2096472025859102581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/2096472025859102581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/07/woot-x.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5972661717361517626</id><published>2007-07-20T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T04:08:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RqCfAVc1f4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ecNZaqP5Vko/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089242407035568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RqCfAVc1f4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ecNZaqP5Vko/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;In life, we do things. Some we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. But they all make us who we are and in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reverse them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So just live, make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But never second guess who you are, where you’ve been and most importantly where you’re going.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deym. I effin miss my friends. I wanna see them ASAP. : Uhm, I didn't go to school today. NSTP class. Boring. Haha. 2 absences already. 1 more then, shoot. My parents will be called by the guidance. Golly. Last absent ko na pala 'to. Grr. Hindi ko na kakayanin pa um-attend ng NSTP class! Waaa. =X &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna be dead,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089240955336621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RqCdr1c1f2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pw5-UaX3NK4/s200/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends, I'll see you then. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I bought a Nokia N70 unit. And it's funny how I made a post regarding the cellphone issue! Hahaha. LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5972661717361517626?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5972661717361517626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5972661717361517626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5972661717361517626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5972661717361517626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-me-and-no-one-can-change-it.html' title='Shoot me then.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RqCfAVc1f4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ecNZaqP5Vko/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-9152429994510002317</id><published>2007-07-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:42:44.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Options, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday. Yay! Haha. Time out from school and &lt;em&gt;monster-y&lt;/em&gt; lessons. But as usual, loads of assignments. I'm really hating &lt;s&gt;Database.&lt;/s&gt; Ang hirap pa magpa-assignment ni &lt;strong&gt;Pooh&lt;/strong&gt; (maybe it's better if I won't mention his name). Err. I call him Pooh because, no offense, he looks like &lt;em&gt;Pooh, &lt;/em&gt;the commedian, sa program na "John and Shirley" yata on ABS-CBN. Ahahaha! I'm so mean. :D Not only me huh, my other blockmates call him, &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, most of them. Hahaha. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoots, my mind is in complicated situation now. I don't know what to do nor what to decide. There's this guy kasi who's courting me. The thing is, &lt;strong&gt;I really don't like him.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why. Even though I try to, I just can't. For the fact that, I'm still attached to my past. Gaaah. We still go out, just the two of us. We're like &lt;em&gt;boyfriend-girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; whenever we're together. I dunno what's up with us, why do we keep on pretending that way. I said those things already to the people I'm close with. They told me the same answer, that I should ask him kung ano na ba talaga meron samin why do we keep on dating. I know to myself that there's NOTHING going on between us. Trippings lang namin lumabas dalawa. =P But you know what, &lt;strong&gt;he has a girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; Realize how stupid I am to go out with him when I know that's he's already taken? I know, I know. It's just that, &lt;em&gt;masaya maging kabit!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Kidding. Though, seriously, I enjoy the day whenever I'm with him. :] Ang labo ko ano? Err. So, back to the guy who's courting me, he's certified makulit. He keeps on texting and telling me mushy words like, &lt;s&gt;he can't sleep because he can't help himself thinking of me.&lt;/s&gt; Eeek. &lt;em&gt;Mushy-ness!&lt;/em&gt; Hate it. And he still has more. It's quite irritating you know. But he's kind and gentleman. I don't have anything to say regarding his attitudes. And oh, he does smoke pala. :[ Talking 'bout smoking, napag-alaman kong nag-i-smoke rin si ex. Sucks bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gonna buy a new cp. I want Nokia E65 sana, kaso my dad didn't allow me to, it's dangerous kasi in Manila and I don't need that much hi-tech phone daw. WTF? Err. So ayun, Nokia 6300 na talaga bibilhin ko. Geeez. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087060915836518178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rpje81c1fyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GP_CV9xcfcs/s200/NokiaE65.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nokia E65&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087061461297364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rpjfclc1fzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mJoIptk_qKw/s200/Nokia6300a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nokia 6300&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, &lt;/strong&gt;Dean Brian B. Loyola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanda mo na, tsong. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-9152429994510002317?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/9152429994510002317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=9152429994510002317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9152429994510002317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9152429994510002317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-will-i-choose.html' title='Options, please.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rpje81c1fyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GP_CV9xcfcs/s72-c/NokiaE65.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-4043009382879463258</id><published>2007-07-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:50:11.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Ro8NWDXEijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NRwffv5li-8/s1600-h/CIMG1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084297176834935346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Ro8NWDXEijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NRwffv5li-8/s200/CIMG1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TODAY is JULY 7. Early time post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who hates school anyway? No one, right? Maybe, we hate the teachers or the subjects or the discussion parts. The school, &lt;strong&gt;how can we say that we love it if we hate lessons?&lt;/strong&gt; And if you're gonna ask me, I don't know the answer too. Siguro, it's simply because of my friends. The fun when I'm with them. The &lt;em&gt;tamang-trip&lt;/em&gt; mode. &lt;strong&gt;Laughters.&lt;/strong&gt; And now, if I'm gonna ask you, you'll say it's your friends too, right? Also, crushes makes our day. Aren't they? :D Of course, we should put our interest to what we are doing in school. For us to finish our studies. For the sake of our own future. The diploma as a reward to our caring, supporting parents. So, think people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohemgee. After a couple of busy days and 2 weeks, I've finally updated again. Haha. I don't have much/enough time to make a new post every week. But, I'll try. It depends if I have lotsa assignments or schoolworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;07/06,&lt;/strong&gt; I went to the mall after school (I actually didn't attend NSTP class) and met my mom there. We canvassed a cellphone. Haha. Imma buy new one. Mygolly. &lt;em&gt;Sa wakas!&lt;/em&gt; :D Then, last Thursday, &lt;strong&gt;07/05,&lt;/strong&gt; I met up with him. Ohgah. Iono what's up with me why do I keep on seeing him! I can't help it. :[[ Last Wednesday, &lt;strong&gt;07/04,&lt;/strong&gt; camwhoring with my friends at Letran. Haha! Saya. Tasha and I get along well in front of the camera. &lt;strong&gt;CAMWHORES. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. Marami pang happenings but I'm too lazy and forgot them na. :D Anyway, campaign rally on Monday, &lt;strong&gt;07/09.&lt;/strong&gt; We'll wear a color coded shirt depending on what party we support. &lt;strong&gt;Alyansa Letranista Party&lt;/strong&gt; ako. And hafta wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red shirt.&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, I don't have one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UAAP Opening&lt;/u&gt; later. Please do watch it on Studio 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 9;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Happy Birthday Julieann! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in Multiply. :)&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://jamxix.multiply.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a public album,&lt;br /&gt;so everybody can view it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-4043009382879463258?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4043009382879463258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=4043009382879463258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4043009382879463258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/4043009382879463258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-is-love.html' title='School Is Love.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Ro8NWDXEijI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NRwffv5li-8/s72-c/CIMG1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-3186367635504606342</id><published>2007-06-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:32:18.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rn1Df8P63JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nccWvyQmaeI/s1600-h/CIMG0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079290170771692690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rn1Df8P63JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nccWvyQmaeI/s200/CIMG0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohyea. Opening was super fun. Had a great time. Good thing talaga pumunta ko. No plan of getting absent either. Ohwell. I brought my camera of course. Shot alot of scenes and recorded plenty of videos; but I had to delete them. The memory is almost full now. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up twice this morning. First when Rhona called at around past 7am. Asking me if I would still go to school to look for our NSTP Facilitator; It is said to us that we have to find them. I was so sleepy that time. I can't even talk to her in a clear way. &lt;em&gt;Ginising lang kaya ako ni mama nung tumawag siya. Duh?&lt;/em&gt; :D Of course, I said, I won't go. Then, I slept again. For the second time, around 10am, I had to woke up because of a phone call from her again. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Kulit niya ano?&lt;/strong&gt; =P I forgot what did she say and what we've talked about. Perhaps, it's about the NCAA. :D Then, I was forced to rise na. Haha. Prepared myself. Eat breakfast. Brushed my teeth. Took a bath and all. I even couldn't decide what pants to wear! Ohmygolly. Then, asked my mum to accompany me to Araneta. I might get lost. Haha. We left at 11am, I guess. Yung nasakyan naming jeep, &lt;strong&gt;pasaway pa.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang dami seremonyas! Hmf. I was gonna be late! The opening will start at 12nn kaya!? Have you experienced that? Whenever you're in a hurry mode, saka pa nang-aasar yung pagkakataon. Kesyo traffic, etc. x( Sa awa ng Diyos, nakarating naman kami sa Araneta Coliseum at past 12nn na. Ang dami tao. Hindi 'ko alam san ako pupunta o papasok dun. Yung mga kasama ko kasi, nasa loob na. Grr. But still, I managed to find them. Haha. Ohwell. Thank God. :) And thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;cellphone;&lt;/strong&gt; I was able to reach my friends and asked where the hell can I find them in the Big Dome. x]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First game was San Beda vs. JRU. Walang thrill. Alam mo na agad sa simula na San Beda will win. Ayun. They won nga. :D Second game was Letran vs. Mapua. Do I still have to tell who won? Ohmy. CSJL won! Haha! Us, of course. It was a thrilling game. Suspense pa on the 4th quarter. Actually, 4 points lang ang difference ng final score; 80-84. Mapua has a great team though. Yet, Letran won! Haha. x))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5925354593461477323-3186367635504606342?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3186367635504606342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=3186367635504606342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3186367635504606342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/3186367635504606342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/ncaa.html' title='NCAA'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/Rn1Df8P63JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nccWvyQmaeI/s72-c/CIMG0643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5499971049900786256</id><published>2007-06-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:50:01.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Words</title><content type='html'>Regular classes really started today. Marami na talaga estudyante kahit saan. Siksikan sa bus and LRT. &lt;em&gt;Wow! Diyahe.&lt;/em&gt; :D Ang liit-liit ko pa naman tapos makikipag-sabayan ako sa dami ng tao? Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Parang langgam lang na naliligaw.&lt;/strong&gt; Waaa. x( Serious. Well, bout my transpo, sanay na'ko. Okay na sakin bina-biyahe ko araw-araw. Kaya nga lang, yung pagod. Huhu. Lagi ako tulog pag-uwi sa bahay. Lesser time na rin sa internet. &lt;em&gt;Wow talaga, di ba?&lt;/em&gt; x( Ang saya-saya nun. Yung PE teacher namin, forgot his name, pinapaka-bisado samin yung Alma Mater in Spanish, Letran cheers, Vision-Mission. Ayy grabe na ito. Andyea, looking forward on &lt;strong&gt;June 23rd.&lt;/strong&gt; Freshmen, Letranites, will go to Araneta Coliseum. We'll watch the NCAA. :D And before I forget, Ang dami pala talaga gwapo sa Letran pag talagang naghanap ka! Nyahaha. Found lots of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh men, I miss my friends and my HS Life already. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5499971049900786256?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5499971049900786256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5499971049900786256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5499971049900786256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5499971049900786256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-words.html' title='Out Of Words'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5579218656641639488</id><published>2007-06-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T06:18:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoolworks? Eek.</title><content type='html'>Ohyeee. My first week; fun but tiring. Ang layo ng biyahe ko. More or less, 2 hrs. What's up with that!? Aside from transpo, more on &lt;strong&gt;lakad mode&lt;/strong&gt; rin ako. Gaaahd. Napapa-isip na tuloy ako sa diyan sa Letran. Though, no prob ako sa facilities and all, but the transpo makes me really think twice. Haha. Ohwell. Masasanay rin siguro ako. Sa simula lang 'to. We have homeworks already. Then, may presentation ka agad sa Filipino subject namin on Tuesday. Waaa. Umm, 6 girls lang pala kami sa block ko then the rest, guys na. &lt;strong&gt;Ohyea!&lt;/strong&gt; XD &lt;strong&gt;NSTP?&lt;/strong&gt; Eek. &lt;em&gt;Community service.&lt;/em&gt; I think it's sorta boring. Haha. Pero okay lang, ang gwapo ng prof namin dun. Haha! New classmates na naman sa NSTP subject. And siyempre, I met new friends. I actually met alot of people already kaso I forgot their names. Kasi, yung mga friends ko, ipinakilala pa nila sakin iba pa nilang friends. Like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;strong&gt;06/16,&lt;/strong&gt; guess what? I went malling. Haha. With whom? &lt;em&gt;Ayeee&lt;/em&gt;. :D Alam niyo na 'yun. We watched &lt;strong&gt;Fantastic Four.&lt;/strong&gt; Medyo inaantok kasi ako kaya hindi masyado attentive. Lol. Pero, man, ang saya ko. Super! I effin missed him. I felt like embracing him. That was actually our first date, only two of us, together. I did lie;&lt;em&gt; everyone does--&lt;/em&gt; just to go out with him. Haha! Pero, I wont regret it. Masaya naman ako e. :D &lt;em&gt;I just missed everything about him.&lt;/em&gt; X_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5579218656641639488?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5579218656641639488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5579218656641639488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5579218656641639488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5579218656641639488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/schoolworks-eek.html' title='Schoolworks? Eek.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-9145007311939896110</id><published>2007-06-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:29:01.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for school yet?</title><content type='html'>Ohmeegaash. 2 days then school's back again! Yes I have my things, my shoes, bags, and everything I think I'll be needing. But, the heck, &lt;em&gt;Am I really prepared for college?&lt;/em&gt; Oh no! This couldn't be. I thought I already am. But lately, I've realized, I'm still not ready. Gaaahd. Scratch it off. I should think positive. There's this one thing that keeps on bugging me that's why I can't be relaxed; &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have friends yet. Yea, I met some new people already. But friends? Gah. I have no one. I guess, I'm just being anxious. I worried so much that &lt;em&gt;my world is nothing without them.&lt;/em&gt; When we had the orientation, I was so envy that people have their friends and company who's gonna study at Letran, too. That gave me a feeling of transferring to other school; where my BFFs going to study. I seriously thought about that. But I can't back out now. Now, that I'm already enrolled. After all the fees, expenses and sacrifice of my parents. Well, I just have to face and be ready for it. &lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna have regrets on the first place.&lt;/strong&gt; But still, college makes me excited because I know to myself that I can find new ones. Masyado ko lang tinataranta yung sarili ko sa mga ganung bagay. :D Ohwell. Now, I'm quite relieved for that realization. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sana, we all have a good merry school year. Goodluck everybody! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The verse &lt;strong&gt;"don't be afraid"&lt;/strong&gt; appears 365 times in the bible. Enough assurance that for each day of the year, we can trust God to face everything with us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-9145007311939896110?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/9145007311939896110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=9145007311939896110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9145007311939896110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/9145007311939896110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/ready-for-school-yet.html' title='Ready for school yet?'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5233152796678176456</id><published>2007-06-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:39:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letranite (Letran Knight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RmpQLMP63FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXJJH9sLiyw/s1600-h/CIMG9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073956083383065682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RmpQLMP63FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXJJH9sLiyw/s200/CIMG9929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha! Certified Letranite na'ko. Lol. The 2 day orientation was fine. A bit boring because we have to listen to the speakers. Haha. I had fun though. :D On the first day, I was so excited. I even didn't sleep. I can't sleep. =P Insomnia attacked. But the good thing was, I didn't fall asleep along the program. Yea. &lt;em&gt;Marunong makisama ang antok ko.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. The program was from 7.30am to 4pm. Imagine, that was so long. Gaaahd. First venue was at the campus gym then we transferred at St. Thomas Building. AVR. Woohoo! It's airconditioned. I loved my stay there. Hindi kasi airconditioned yung gym kaya super init! Err. Then ayun, todo explain and intro yung mga teachers and all. I saw a super cute guy. I guess he's a senior. His name's &lt;strong&gt;John Rivera.&lt;/strong&gt; Weee. Aside from him, I saw alot of cute guys. Well, it's one of my objectives; &lt;strong&gt;To find cute, hot, handsome guys.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. Right, girls? :D I may say that I had more fun on the 2nd day. Half day lang. From 7.30am to 12nn. This time, bininyagan talaga kami. Haha. They put water (Iono if it was holy, maybe it was) on our hands, they gave us this cute black rosary (with school logo) to always put on our pocket (necessary). Then, we recited something. Haha. I forgot what was it. :)) Then ayun, they finally announced that we're certified &lt;strong&gt;Letranites.&lt;/strong&gt; :) And yea, I saw my co-IT students. Haha. And I'm not the &lt;em&gt;smallest creature&lt;/em&gt; under BS-IT. Lol. Yay! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU MUST KNOW THAT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colegio de San Juan de Letran, CSJL, is the oldest college in the Philippines. While, University of Sto. Tomas, UST, is the oldest university, and also a sister school. :) College students of CSJL are called &lt;strong&gt;Knights &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Letranites).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RmpP3MP63EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qUX4Ud8Y538/s1600-h/CIMG9999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073955739785681986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RmpP3MP63EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qUX4Ud8Y538/s200/CIMG9999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursaday, &lt;strong&gt;06/07,&lt;/strong&gt; After the first day orientation, we went to a badminton court, &lt;strong&gt;Feather Alley.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally, &lt;em&gt;natuloy na rin ang planong mag-badminton.&lt;/em&gt; Nyahaha. :D And believe it or not, my body's still suffering from pain until now. :( All pictures &amp;amp;captures will gonna be uploaded in my Multiply pag sinipag ako. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, ME SAD. Out of stock na for my size yung gusto kong shoes sa &lt;strong&gt;Gibi.&lt;/strong&gt; Huhu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so confused how does &lt;strong&gt;Ronald McDonald&lt;/strong&gt; really look like without make-up and costumes and all? &lt;em&gt;So, nonsense e?&lt;/em&gt; Seriously. :) If you people know, tell me huh. I'm so interested. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5233152796678176456?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5233152796678176456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5233152796678176456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5233152796678176456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5233152796678176456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/letranite-letran-knight.html' title='Letranite (Letran Knight)'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RmpQLMP63FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXJJH9sLiyw/s72-c/CIMG9929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-5856425155683866100</id><published>2007-06-06T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:10:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloscan's back!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Okay people. I can't explain the happiness I'm feeling right now. Whew! I've installed it all by myself. But can I name the people whom I asked help about this Haloscan thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eena B, Eena M, Bea, Dihar, Anna, Tanya, Jhana, Tenchi, Arli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me if I forgot to mention you because I'd love to put your name here! Ghaad people. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS ALOT. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my orientation day. Hehe! So excited. Lol. Can you believe it, I posted a new a entry just to tell people that I already have my Haloscan back! Haha! Sad to say, I dunno how to recover the comments you left before this Haloscan. &lt;em&gt;Comment na lang ulit kayo!&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-5856425155683866100?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5856425155683866100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=5856425155683866100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5856425155683866100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/5856425155683866100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/haloscans-back.html' title='Haloscan&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-8822077305422514727</id><published>2007-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:53:14.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag pina-plano, hindi natutuloy.</title><content type='html'>Grr. Agree with my blog entry title? Well, I do. It happened to me so many times. Plans about outings, gimmicks, bonding, malling, etc. That's why I prefer &lt;strong&gt;spontaneous.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not planned. On the spot.&lt;/em&gt; When you think of something you wanna do, do it right now. Lol. Seriously. Sa bagay, 'yun lang din naman ang disadvantage ng Planned. Hindi natutuloy. Isa lang pero &lt;strong&gt;masaklap at nakaka-badtrip.&lt;/strong&gt; Two plans were posponed lately. Kainis talaga! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about school. Oh ghaad. Lapit na ng orientation namin! Weee. :D It will be on 7th and 8th. 2 days. Lol. Btw, &lt;em&gt;Have y'all already bought everything you need in school?&lt;/em&gt; Ayeee. =P Well, me? School shoes na lang ang kulang ko. Nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dispatched my diary named &lt;strong&gt;Bianca.&lt;/strong&gt; I have no diary already. Actually, matagal na. Tinamad na'ko mag-update at magsulat. I've chosen blogging. So, kahit &lt;strong&gt;nonsense and lame&lt;/strong&gt; yung mga pinag-sasabi ko dito, sorry. Wala na kasi ako diary. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I already bid goodbye to my &lt;strong&gt;Xanga;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/jamhasit85"&gt;http://xanga.com/jamhasit85&lt;/a&gt;. I said I will be sticking here at Blogger. &lt;em&gt;Yes, Blogger!&lt;/em&gt; :D I still can't imagine that I left my &lt;em&gt;first-blog-ever.&lt;/em&gt; I stayed at Xanga for more than 2 years already. I just kept on making new accounts. But when you sum them up, yea, 2 years or more. Oh, &lt;strong&gt;I'll miss it.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't shut it down. It'll be remained open. Because, I just want to. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-8822077305422514727?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8822077305422514727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=8822077305422514727&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/8822077305422514727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/8822077305422514727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/pag-pina-plano-hindi-natutuloy.html' title='Pag pina-plano, hindi natutuloy.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-6878101159486611962</id><published>2007-06-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:54:21.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One, Two, Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching&lt;strong&gt; About Ur Love.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! New season and new set of casts. I'm enjoying it. &lt;strong&gt;John Wayne is love.&lt;/strong&gt; :) And yea, I'm waiting for &lt;strong&gt;GoKada Go.&lt;/strong&gt; New season, too. :) I don't like Kim and Gerald. It's like &lt;em&gt;nakakasawa na sila.&lt;/em&gt; Lol. Good thing, Cathy Gonzaga is still on the new season. &lt;em&gt;Yeaba!&lt;/em&gt; -Tita Shiela's expression and repeats on saying it couple of times everyday. :)) Later today, at around &lt;strong&gt;6pm,&lt;/strong&gt; we're gonna have this badminton thing. Exercise, lol. :D I dunno where we'll gonna play. Basta, excited ako. Haha. And I'm so looking forward this week. Me and &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt;(I wish it's all) of my friends will go to &lt;strong&gt;Metrowalk.&lt;/strong&gt; :) Bonding before school starts. I know, we all know, that college will be busy, that's why you have to enjoy atleast a day with friends before college life strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In friendship you have to expect absence at some point. But all you have to do is close your eyes and feel each others presence because a true friend is always with you by heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attention:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my Haloscan. Huhu. It's gone! &lt;strong&gt;Eena?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Heeeelp!&lt;/em&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Don't comment&lt;/em&gt; on my entries for now unless Haloscan is installed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-6878101159486611962?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6878101159486611962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=6878101159486611962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/6878101159486611962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/6878101159486611962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-two-three.html' title='One, Two, Three'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-7977661981142798443</id><published>2007-06-01T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:10:38.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Pain Strikes.</title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to do but TEXT people. Text &lt;em&gt;someone.&lt;/em&gt; Uiie. Haha :D Tumakas lang ako sa pag-iinternet ngayon. My sis is scheduled to use the computer today. But, she's still asleep. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;05/31,&lt;/strong&gt; my relatives and I went to the mall. Bonding sessions. Eating moments. ♥ They bought school supplies like bags and school shoes. Me? I bought a bag, not for school. :)) But I can use it at school, too. &lt;em&gt;Nyahaha!&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, I have noticed lately that I've always had headaches. Err&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Haloscan is installed. Oh ghaad. Thank you &lt;a href="http://sweetfunction.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eena B.&lt;/a&gt; Whoa! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925354593461477323-7977661981142798443?l=jameemoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7977661981142798443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925354593461477323&amp;postID=7977661981142798443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7977661981142798443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925354593461477323/posts/default/7977661981142798443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameemoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-pain-strikes.html' title='When Pain Strikes.'/><author><name>Jam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10990032597244995856'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925354593461477323.post-4362318822577682102</id><published>2007-05-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:30:05.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Around Me.</title><content type='html'>I woke up today at around 8:45am in the morning. &lt;em&gt;Magulat kayo! Maaga 'yun! Haha.&lt;/em&gt; Received some text messages then texted everybody a Good Sunday Morning. Exchanged a couple of text messages with some of them then decided to rise already. TV Mode. &lt;strong&gt;Lafang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ness&lt;/em&gt; mode. &lt;em&gt;Tulala&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Nakahiga-sa-sofa&lt;/em&gt; mode. Guess what I'm watching? I dunno the title but it's from Kapamilya channel (ETC &amp;Kapuso ako). The show's like Power Ranger, Turbo Ranger, etc. Something like that. I had the chance to see those heroes and ugly monsters again. Haha! Uy ha, I love &lt;strong&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/strong&gt; so much before when I was a kid. I didn't get used to it. Even my cousins and everyone. Walang &lt;em&gt;kasawa-sawa.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. After watching that unknown program, I opened the computer and of course I checked my Friendster. I received comments from some of you guys and yea, I replied. Obviously, I did. :D It didn't took me a long time surfing. 45mins lang yata? Kasi nga, we were gonna attend the mass. So ayun, after that, we all got ready na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the mass at 12 nn to 1pm. Afterwards, we went to the mall. Hell yea! While we were in the jeep, there were songs randomly playing on the background. Ghaad. I was in senti mode. &lt;em&gt;Feel ko lang!&lt;/em&gt; Kasi, puro senti &amp;amp;love songs nga yung nag-pplay. Then, I was emoting like I was doing a video shoot or mtv. Hahaha! If only you had seen me. You'll totally laugh at me. I stared at the people, surroundings, I even saw &lt;strong&gt;taong-grasa.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the mall, My sister got her hair relaxed at David's. Wooots. &lt;em&gt;Inggit ako.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;strong&gt;No, I'm not.&lt;/strong&gt; I prefer to have curly hair. &lt;em&gt;Right, Jhana? :]&lt;/em&gt; I bought skinny jeans at Crissa. Lol. I don't even have the right to wear skinny jeans because I'm so fat. Lol. My thighs &amp;legs are big. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RlmX4zNaExI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KLvJHzx3sv0/s1600-h/CIMG8586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069249857657115410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RlmX4zNaExI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KLvJHzx3sv0/s200/CIMG8586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha! Seriously. :D But yea, I bought it. I was really craving for that skinny jeans. Now, I have them! :)) Then, while waiting for my sister, Me &amp;my mum got hungry. We ate some at Greenwich. Woooh, delicious &lt;strong&gt;Lasagna.&lt;/strong&gt; It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; I always order that. Haha. After eating, we went back to the salon. Still, Joyce not yet done. Ayun, we waited there for so long. I was really really bored already. And finally, when Joyce was done, we ate again! Hahaha! At &lt;strong&gt;Kenny Roger's.&lt;/strong&gt; I ordered French Fries and Mango Juice &amp;amp; Strawberry Sundae. Yummy. Medyo kaunti lang 'yun kasi I was full pa naman. Don't think that I'm on a diet! Haha! Yea, I'm trying to balance my food. But my mum said na, Don't control my eating kasi for sure, I will gonna lose weight in college. Yea, the busy&lt;em&gt;-ness,&lt;/em&gt; rush, crammings. You know, &lt;strong&gt;college?&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Have to be more serious this time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, nakasalaubong ko one of my friends. &lt;strong&gt;Si Josie!&lt;/strong&gt; Ghaad. I effin missed her. When I saw her, I immediately hugged her in front of many people. LOL. I was carried away by my emotions and feelings. Kanina na lang kasi kami ulit nagkita since April 3 which was distribution of report cards. Then, chitchat na super sandali lang. Kasi, pauwi na rin kami and she was with her sis. Magsisimula pa lang sila mag-stroll. Then, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Cuss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RlmYTzNaEyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2hKyuePi2xY/s1600-h/CUSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069250321513583394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B9yy0Fd3lU8/RlmYTzNaEyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2hKyuePi2xY/s200/CUSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your greetings &lt;a href="http://vainballerina.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;My husband hunnie daddie my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kian&lt;/strong&gt; was nominated in PBB House. Urrgh! &lt;em&gt;Why did the housemates vote him?&lt;/em&gt; Err. Let's save him! 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